After his parents left, Cheng Yuan glanced at the movie that was approaching the end, and did not continue watching it, but lay down to rest.

He was now full of doubts and anxiety.

This time, I just instilled in the instinct whether it is right or wrong, and will there be adverse effects?

Although there was no more trouble after the last character crashed into the string behind him, Cheng Yuan still felt nervous.

With this kind of thought for a long time, Cheng Yuan finally sighed softly, "Forget it, the generals come to block the water and soil, why don't he have so much?" He murmured in a low voice, and Cheng Yuan fell asleep. Although he had read through the basic knowledge of biology on this day, it was also a considerable consumption for him.

Seeing that Cheng Yuan had already fallen asleep, Zhang Li consciously turned off the TV and walked to the escort room outside.

...

The next morning, Cheng Yuan got up early. He first entered the technological crystal deep in his brain and looked at it. After finding that there was nothing serious, he relaxed a little.

After taking a look at Zhang Li, who had been sitting on a chair like a sculpture at some point, Cheng Yuan waved to him.

Zhang Li's eyes turned, then he stood up and approached.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"You go to Huaxia University of Science and Technology to find Professor Yan Zhongchen and ask the professor to help me find some biology books. Is it okay?" Cheng Yuan looked at Zhang Li with a look of inquisitiveness in his eyes.

Zhang Li's eyes lit up, he nodded slightly, and said, "No problem, I'll ask Professor Yan, if it can be done, there will be news soon."

Cheng Yuan grinned and said, "It should be possible. I believe Professor Yan will agree to my request."

Zhang Li couldn't answer anything about Cheng Yuan's confidence, so he nodded silently, then turned around and left the ward.

After Zhang Li left, Cheng Yuan took out his laptop and then input his understanding of some basic biology into the computer.

"Mr. Cheng, it's time to take medicine."

Cheng Yuangang inputted some of the guesses about genetics into the computer. The nurse in white pushed the door and walked in. Her voice was as gentle as water and she sounded very comfortable.

But Cheng Yuan pulled the corner of his mouth. Every time he heard the word "take medicine", he always thought of something bad.

However, Cheng Yuan had no good idea about this. He could not stop this medicine before solving the problem of technological crystallization.

After all, when the forehead temperature is slightly higher, he can still study and work normally. However, once the temperature exceeds the limit of a normal person, he will be dizzy and confused at that time. In this case, his head is like mercury. How can he think and study?

After taking the medicine, Cheng Yuan did not have anything to talk to the nurse. In his eyes, he would not spend too long with the nurse. As long as he extracted the knowledge he wanted, he would leave directly.

So there is no need to communicate too much with the nurse to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Turning around, he continued to input his ideas into the laptop. Cheng Yuan did not deliberately arrange these ideas into the computer. Basically, Cheng Yuan wrote whatever he thought of. All the information was inconsistent with the foreword. Even if people who don’t know Cheng Yuan’s thoughts read, they would only feel confused. They were still writing genetic genes in front, and then they had guesses about cell enhancement, which made people unable to grasp the slightest rule.

Cheng Yuan's approach has indeed caused a headache for a group of people.

The Third Bureau of the General Staff, the Intelligence Department, and the 11th Group.

Zhao Bishun looked bored at the old pedans with beards surrounding the monitor.

They talked around the monitor and stopped talking, and they had some disputes from time to time. The most important thing is that although Zhao Bishun does not understand professional knowledge, he still understood from the conversations between these old men.

None of these old men can understand what the information in the monitor means!

Some say it's cytology, some say it's genetics, some say it's molecular, genetics, physiology, etc., and a lot of noise made him one by one or two big!

He originally wanted to tell this group of old men that if he wanted to fight, he would go out to argue. How annoying it would be to argue here? Can he still let me play games happily?

But when he thought of Wang Kui's square face, his complaining words were instantly swallowed back into his stomach. He could only silently put on his headphones, turn on the music, then turn the volume to the highest level, and start his gaming career.

But before he could play for a long time, he suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder.

Zhao Bishun looked for the headphones and turned his head to look. He found an old man with gray hair and presbyopia lenses looking at him with a smile.

"What's the matter, old man?" Zhao Bishun asked angrily when he saw the old man.

"Xiao Zhao, hurry up and buy us some breakfast. I came here early in the morning and didn't even eat food. Everyone was hungry." The old man seemed not to hear Zhao Bishun's unhappy tone, and still kept smiling. He pointed to the old scholars who were still discussing Cheng Yuan's biology views and opinions.

"Three portions of soy milk, two fried dough sticks, four scallion pancakes, two bowls of tofu brain, and a bowl of porridge and six vegetarian buns." After saying that, the old man ignored Zhao Bishun's ugly face and continued: "Old Jiang likes to eat the buns from Zhao Jishun's intersection of Anning Road, and Lao Guan likes the first tofu brain in the left-handed restaurant market in Anhua Road, and..."

Whenever the old man said a place, Zhao Bishun's mouth twitched. Seeing that the old man had not stopped yet, Zhao Bishun glared at the old man. Before he could finish speaking, he glared at the old man and said loudly: "I don't care which department you are from. You come to me to borrow my territory for research. It does not mean that I am your nanny, and you want to eat by yourself!"

Zhao Bishun's loud voice instantly made all other voices in the room disappear. The old scholars standing in the room looked at Cheng Yuan together, with surprise and doubtful eyes, and of course dissatisfaction.

"What are you looking at? You want to have a meal, go by yourself!" Zhao Bishun stared at the old peddlers without showing any weakness.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly solidified, but before Zhao Bishun could feel proud, he heard one of the old scholars touching his chin, looking at Zhao Bishun in surprise, and said, "This young man is stupid. It's time to have breakfast now."

"I also think, I don't know what Director Wang thinks, and can arrange such a person in."

"Can they be unfilial children from any other family?"

"Who knows... Hey! Look, everyone, it's coming out again. This time it seems to be related to the inner layer encoding of the gene..."

In an instant, the room returned to its chaotic appearance.

And Zhao Bishun's face was as ugly as it was at this time. He was despised by a group of old men he couldn't stand it, which made him feel indescribable!

He turned his head and stared fiercely at the old man who was still standing in front of him, and shouted in a cannibalistic tone, "Old man, are you trying to trick me on purpose!?"

"Oh, young man, don't be impulsive. If you hurt me, you won't want your boss to explain." The old man still looked unsalable and looked at Zhao Bishun and smiled: "Old man, I just think you are too lonely alone, I'll just come to chat with you."

"Talk a lot!" Zhao Bishun turned his head and prepared to continue playing the game.

"Hey, young man, don't worry. I want to ask you something." When the old man saw that Zhao Bishun was not going to pay attention to him, he hurried forward and said.

Zhao Bishun had no choice but to turn around again and looked at the old man with a stern face, "If you don't study the data, what's the matter with me?"

"Haha. This information is too messy, and most of the ideas are too novel. I didn't even dare to think about it before." The old man shook his head and sighed, and saw that Zhao Bishun's face had a change in another trend, he quickly said, "So I guess, if I could talk directly with the other party, wouldn't everything be clear?"

"Look, can you help me contact me?" The old man looked at Zhao Bishun with a smile and suggested.

When Zhao Bishun heard this, his face changed suddenly. He refused without thinking, "Old man, if you want me to die quickly, just say it, don't say it can't be contacted at all, even if you can contact me!" Although he was a little free, he could still tell the importance of the matter. He didn't know the specific matters about Cheng Yuan, but he understood how much he attached to him.

If he does this and makes Cheng Yuan feel upset, it is just a joke on his future. He has no big ambitions and wants to live in this department and wait until he dies!

Seeing that Zhao Bishun refused so quickly, the old man asked unwillingly: "Young man, can't you be able to be comfortable with it?"

"I'll help you, who will let me help you?" Zhao Bishun rolled his eyes, put on his headphones, turned around and looked at his private computer, and said, "Don't make any decisions with me. If you want to contact the other party, you can find other channels." After that, he stopped paying attention to the old man and started playing on his own.

Seeing that Zhao Bishun was firm in his attitude, the old man frowned into the character Sichuan. If possible, he would also like to meet this young genius whose reputation had been circulated around the world in person!

pity……

The old man shook his head. Now he can't see him just by wanting. The other party is not only famous, but also the chairman of a company with assets of over 100 billion yuan. These two identities are combined. Even if he runs over here in person, 80% of them will not be able to see Cheng Yuan himself.

...

In the hospital, Cheng Yuan, who was entering his thoughts into the computer, soon received Zhang Li's reply.

"Boss, Professor Yan agrees with your request and has someone to ask you to take a message to take care of your illness. You are still young and have time to develop. Don't be too anxious and get tired of your health." Zhang Li solemnly conveyed Professor Yan Zhongchen's words to Cheng Yuan in its original form.

Hearing this, Cheng Yuan opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.

But he was extremely grateful. Since the beginning of contact with Professor Yan, the professor has been helping him without any effort, whether it was the proof of the million-dollar loan or the later 50 million, if it were not as good as him, Cheng Yuan would not be like this now.

It's very likely that it's another situation!
Chapter completed!