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In the meeting room, two Japanese academicians are explaining their research on human life on the projection screen, with the purple light shining on their faces, flickering.
The academician cleared his throat and spoke a lot in Japanese, while the screen displayed images related to organ maintenance. Although I couldn't understand Japanese, I had some knowledge about organ care and immediately realized that their proposal was to conduct research on organ maintenance.
"Regarding organ maintenance, my senior also experimented with this direction a few years ago, but it didn't yield any results," I murmured softly.
The professor looked at the images and said, "No, organ maintenance is just an introduction they proposed. This is not something that ordinary people can afford. You need to spend a lot of money to hire a team to manage your daily care and perform various maintenance tasks in order to maintain a youthful state. If necessary, they will even purchase young organs for transplantation."
"What points are they making?"
"Organ cultivation."
"What does it mean?"
The professor tapped his fingers on the table and said, "They have already developed mature techniques for organ division, cultivation, and grafting. This means that as long as there is a young organ, it can be divided for artificial mass cultivation and then transplanted into the body of an elderly person, allowing the functions to continue operating."
"I understand. Although it sounds a bit exaggerated, this is the only relatively feasible method I've heard of so far."
The professor stood up and said, "Let them try first. We are responsible for extending lifespan, while they handle organ transplantation."
The two academicians also spoke to the professor, shaking hands again, seemingly having reached a consensus.
Soon, the research proposal on the lifespan of humanity was submitted. After approval from higher authorities, the research institute selected some young organs from the organ bank, and a small group led by two Japanese academicians began the experiments.
However, these two academicians were not as rigorous and dedicated to research as I had imagined. Many times, they would come to the laboratory in the morning, take a glance, and then disappear.
I once secretly followed the plump and the thin one to see what they were up to, and I discovered that they were happily devouring stinky snail noodles in an alley on the street.
So, I basically conducted the entire experimental project myself. After more than a month, I had split off twenty lungs from a single lung of a twenty-year-old. Next, I began recruiting the first batch of elderly volunteers for the organ transplant experiment.
4
In the laboratory, the smell of alcohol is pervasive.
"Is your head still hurting?" I leaned in and asked the old man.
"Very much so," the old man's expression was one of pain, the wrinkles on his face contorted into a knot.
"Oh, sorry," I said as I reached in with two fingers and nudged his brainstem back into place.
The old man once again felt a sharp pain and broke out in a cold sweat. Gasping for breath, he said, "No, doctor, didn't you say you were going to transplant new lungs? Why are you opening my skull?"
As I stitched up his scalp, I said, "I'm sorry, it's force of habit. I used to perform cranial surgeries before. As soon as you lay down on this operating table, I reflexively started to open your skull."
The old man suddenly turned pale after hearing this and fainted.
I continued to administer gas anesthesia to the old man, then used a surgical knife to cut open his chest and slowly removed a dark lung.
It seems this is a chain smoker, the assistant said this person is also a late-stage lung cancer patient.
No wonder he dared to take the risk of participating in the lung transplant experiment, I thought, and then carefully placed the artificially cultivated lung inside. Of course, to prevent organ rejection issues, this lung had been previously infused with the elderly man's cells for fusion and mutual nourishment.
While performing nerve splicing, I was completely focused. After finishing, I realized that ten hours had passed, and I was drenched in sweat.
The old man was taken to observe the back of the room. I let out a heavy sigh and slumped onto the chair, falling asleep within two minutes. It wasn't until noon the next day that my assistant woke me up and brought me lunch.
I finished my meal in a hurry and quickly ran to the observation room to check on the old man. He was already able to sit up in bed and eat slowly.
Seeing that the organ transplant was successful, I couldn't help but feel overjoyed and danced for a moment. The old man in the room, noticing my excitement, hurriedly tossed aside his food container and nervously raised his hands to protect his head.
The success of this organ transplant case greatly boosted the morale of our research team. The two Japanese academicians even gave us a thumbs up and said they would treat each of us to two large bowls of snail noodles.
Hearing this, the members of the group dispersed, and I began to continue the experiment, splitting off more organs.
A month later, we had performed artificial lung transplants on thirty elderly individuals, and all vital signs were showing normal. Their lung capacity had returned to a youthful state.
I originally thought this experiment was a success, and our team would gain fame. However, everything went wrong a week later.
It was a late night when a nurse in the courtyard hurriedly sounded the alarm. I woke up and rushed over to observe the room. To my shock, some elderly patients had deflated like balloons, collapsing into pools of blood and flesh.
What happened? Before I could go check, all the elderly participants in the experiment had shriveled up, turning into blood and water. The large observation room was filled with blood and a terrible stench.
I immediately felt a buzzing in my head and collapsed onto the ground. I couldn't recover until the professor arrived to handle the scene, and even then, my ears continued to ring.
Later, the professor had someone drag me onto the bed in the laboratory and injected me with a sedative, and my heartbeat slowly returned to normal.
"How... how did they all get melted like that?" I stared at the professor.
The professor patted my hand and said, "You need to relax first. I have researched it, and it's the artificial lung that has turned against us, suddenly greedily absorbing the body's nutrients...."
“Why, why is this happening? They were living so well before!”
The professor sighed, "All experiments carry unpredictable risks. My analysis suggests that artificial organs, when cultivated in an environment, exhibit uncontrollable behavior. In other words, they perceive the human body merely as a host to absorb nutrients, without any awareness of serving the human body. Once they develop to a certain extent, they begin to erupt."
I felt my limbs go weak. "Then how do we explain this incident? So many people have died."
The professor comforted me, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Besides, they all have no children and have signed risk liability waivers. Legally, you don't have to take any responsibility."
I slapped myself hard and buried my face deep into my knees.
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