A rope, two sensor patches.
Wang Yanyu placed the rope on the table and hung his arms down again.
"Hiss …
What is he doing?
A rope could easily make people think of tying shoelaces, but this was impossible.
Osso from Iceland had already demonstrated this function in the afternoon. It only required one mechanical hand to participate and another intact hand to be in charge of controlling. The whole process took one minute and was full of stumbling.
The person on the stage wanted to perform two mechanical hands?
But reality was cruel. Without any warning, the two pairs of mechanical hands on the table grabbed the rope on the table.
This sudden sight made those expressionless doctors unable to maintain their original attitude of not caring about the matter.
The two mechanical hands moved quickly, and there was no sense of lag. It only took less than five seconds for the rope to be tied into a beautiful bow.
When the bow was pinched in the air by the mechanical hands, the nine hundred doctors sitting below also stood up one by one.
They were completely shocked by the demonstration of the mechanical hands. They whispered to each other, their eyes filled with horror.
"This … this is impossible." Wainwright trembled as he took out a pair of glasses from his arms. He was only slightly nearsighted and his seat was closer to the stage than anyone else, but he felt that his eyes must have been playing tricks on him.
Sitting next to him was another Nobel Prize in Medicine winner from the United States, Ross Bash. He had already covered his mouth with his hand.
"Nothing is impossible." Wang Yanyu shook his shoulders. His proud eyes seemed to fly as he looked at the crowd. "Mr. Wainwright, as you can see, these two mechanical hands were fixed on the table from beginning to end."
"I told you to forget about Osso from Iceland and not to look at the American company next, so I naturally have the confidence to say this."
"Mr. Wainwright, do you have any other actions you want to try?"
Wainwright pursed his trembling lips and clenched his fists. "I want to ask, what is the technical principle of the patch you put on your arm?"
"I am very sure that this can't be done by reading neural bioelectricity. I have researched for decades and have never seen a similar example of bioelectric waves. It is even more impossible to interpret these bioelectric waves."
"It is indeed through interpreting bioelectric waves to achieve control." Wang Yanyu removed the patch from her arm. "Mr. Wainwright, if you don't believe me, you can try it yourself."
Without another word, Wainwright walked towards the stage.
He was not the only one. Another Nobel Prize laureate, Ross Bash, also followed suit.
On the stage, each of them took one and stuck it on their arms.
"How do I control it?" Wainwright wasn't satisfied with just the sensor patch. As he spoke, he walked towards the pair of mechanical arms fixed to the table.
Wainwright gripped the mechanical arm with his other hand and paused for a few seconds, revealing a thoughtful expression.
Wang Yanyu handed over two English language manuals, which listed the basic operation methods of the Primordial Spirit Hand. Under normal circumstances, with the intelligence of this group of people, it would not take more than five minutes to understand the principle of controlling the Primordial Spirit Hand.
However, Wainwright's mind wasn't on the manual. He only glanced at it a few times before narrowing his eyes.
It was obvious that he was using his consciousness to operate the "mechanical hand" that he spoke of.
Wainwright dared to guarantee that he knew more about the mechanical hand or electromyographic hand than anyone present, because his research direction was related to the interpretation of the cerebral cortex.
Whether it was the Icelandic Osso that had already appeared on stage, or the German company Otto Bork that for some reason didn't participate in the exhibition, they had all hired him at high prices to provide technical guidance in the past.
Under Wainwright's operation, the mechanical hand fixed to the table began to repeat the action of opening and closing.
There was no pattern, and there was no sense of rhythm.
Wainwright's originally tense mouth suddenly revealed a smile.
"Haha ~"
"This trick was performed very well."
"What?" Wang Yanyu looked at him inexplicably. Wainwright didn't have a microphone when he said this, so naturally his voice wasn't too loud. Only those on the stage could hear it.
Wainwright took off the patch and threw it aside. He asked the staff for a microphone and returned to the stage. He sneered. "I said, this trick was performed very well."
The audience naturally exclaimed.
"Mr. Wang Yanyu, I might be able to describe it as magic, right?" Wainwright looked directly at Wang Yanyu. "Let me guess what's under the table?"
"It should have a mirror that just so happens to reflect the floor to us, making us feel that there's nothing under the table."
"You … actually think this is magic?" Wang Yanyu looked at him with pity, as if he was looking at a patient with Alzheimer's disease.
This was completely outside of the script.
According to the previous inference of several people, Professor Wainwright was the person with the deepest understanding of the cerebral cortex and neurobiological waves in the audience. He would definitely jump out to defend the medical authority at the first opportunity. Then, what followed next would be reality slapping him in the face.
Wang Yanyu would operate the Primordial Spirit Hand and show all the movements he could imagine, which would completely subvert his authority.
No matter how Wainwright reacted, the sensational news effect had already appeared.
But what was the situation now? A professor who stood at the forefront of the field of cerebral cortex and biowaves actually said that this was just magic.
Magic …
Even Su Yuhang, another junior high student tester from Mead Hospital, did not say that the Primordial Spirit Hand was magic when he first saw it, okay?
Even Wainwright himself wondered several times why the German company Otto Bork, which was ranked number one in the field of prosthetics in the world, did not come to the exhibition.
Did he not think that it was actually because Otto Bork knew that Mead Hospital was going to participate that they did not dare to come?
"Let me guess again, what's behind the mirror." Professor Wainwright pressed on. "I guess there's a person hiding behind the mirror."
"Haha ~"
Most of the doctors below the stage roared with laughter.
Between Wang Yanyu and Professor Wainwright, of course, they trusted the professor unconditionally. Not to mention that the previous demonstration was indeed shocking.
The reporters on both sides could not wait to adjust the focus of their cameras to the maximum.
The news at night was going to be interesting.
"You're trampling on my IQ." Wang Yanyu was so speechless that he did not even use the honorific "Mr.".
"It's you who's trampling on our IQ." Professor Wainwright turned his gaze to the metal table and pointed at the primordial spirit hands on it. "Before I expose your tricks and send you to the police station, I'll ask you a few scientific and medical questions."
"These questions will make you understand how inadequate and laughable your preparation is."
"Ask away." Wang Yanyu felt that his Alzheimer's problem was very serious.
"First question, please tell me why this pair of mechanical hands makes no sound during the process of movement." Professor Wainwright blinked repeatedly. "If I were sitting below the stage, it would be understandable, but I was already standing on the stage, and I was less than three meters away from this pair of mechanical hands."
"You can hear the sound of gears when you're close to a watch, let alone a pair of mechanical hands that require electricity to operate."
"Please tell me, what kind of mechanical structure can not make any noise?"
Wang Yanyu did not even bother to turn his head. "Because it's not a mechanical structure."
"Second question, please tell me when you were performing the rope knot. Why could that pair of mechanical hands accurately pick up the thin rope from the smooth metal table? "
"Don't tell me that the mechanical hands have eyes."
"Don't tell me that your thought control can also differentiate coordinates across distances."
"You … have you heard of the o 'clock direction?" Wang Yanyu was a little dumbfounded. "It's the kind that is commonly used in military operations. In addition, in Hua Xia, many PUBG players can master this skill."
Professor Wainwright snorted coldly and did not argue with him about this childish question.
The last question was the trump card.
It was also the final question that could completely overturn their performance.
"Okay, it's time to end this farce."
"Please answer me."
"Why did I feel the body temperature when I shook hands with this mechanical hand just now?"
Professor Wainwright had already walked to the metal table. His tone was colder and more confident. "As a doctor who has been practicing for more than forty years, the touch just now can only be reciprocated by real human hands."
"Body temperature, softness."
"Excuse me, how do you explain this?"
Professor Wainwright had the right to be so confident, even if that pair of "mechanical hands" wore a thin layer of gloves.
But didn't doctors often deal with gloves? Professor Wainwright had worn medical gloves for half his life. How could he not distinguish the body temperature that most directly reflected the patient's vital signs?
The change in the question meant that the patient's condition had worsened. In the era when monitoring equipment had not yet been popularized, quickly determining the patient's body temperature with the hands was the most basic professional skill of a doctor.
"I …"
When asked this question, Wang Yanyu sighed and shook his head. "I have nothing to say."
These few words were no less than the final submission.
How could he dare to bother Professor Wainwright with such a thing?
The four security guards who had been waiting below the stage rushed up. Their strong bodies contained unnatural agility. Each of them grabbed a corner of the metal table and lifted it up easily.
Hmm?
There was nothing below.
Immediately, two security guards swept their legs, but there was no expected sound of the mirror breaking. Only their thighs slid without delay.
Professor Wainwright's bulging eyes almost pierced through his gold-rimmed glasses in his astonishment.
He squatted on the ground regardless of his identity and used his hands to feel under the table.
Then under the metal table …
At this moment, the scene of the European Medical Union conference was no less than a heavy bomb being dropped.
A silent and terrifying aura quickly swept across the entire venue from the stage.
All the doctors who were affected by the aura were motionless.
A monstrous wave was set off in their minds.
The pair of mechanical hands only showed two sets of movements.
Grabbing the apple and tying the rope.
But who could understand?
These two small movements, in their eyes, were as horrifying as a patient whose heart had stopped for several hours sitting up again and moving his fingers.
Science was rigorous, and only magic could violate scientific common sense.
There were also four security guards who were equally sluggish. They merged with the corners of the metal table, supporting the pair of Primordial Spirit Hands on the table.
Wang Yanyu picked up the sensor patch on the ground again.
Wang Yanyu said in a solemn tone, "What appears on the metal table is not a mechanical hand."
"Its name is the Primordial Spirit Hand."
"What you see is what anyone who has lost one or both of their hands can do."
"The Primordial Spirit Hand is a gift we give to the world."
"What you see is what we already have."
"But the following paragraph, I hope to express it in words."
At this time, Wang Yanyu stretched out his left hand and took out a mobile phone from his pocket.
There was a huge screen behind him. This screen could be used by every participating company or medical unit for free, so that the doctors sitting in the back could more directly see all the details on the stage.
Wang Yanyu tapped on the mobile phone a few times with his left hand, and the screen behind him immediately switched to the mobile phone interface.
His left hand quickly typed on the mobile phone screen.
The huge screen behind him faithfully displayed the contents of the video.
"What you see is not a product that is being tested, nor is it a test product that only exists in the laboratory and has been assembled over a long period of time.
It is a mature product that can be mass produced.
Please remember the first of July.
This is the day when the Primordial Spirit Hand is officially released.
The first release will be in Hua Xia. We welcome anyone to come to Hua Xia to experience the Primordial Spirit Hand.
We also welcome any country and medical unit to discuss cooperation matters, so that people in any corner of the world can experience the changes in life brought by the Primordial Spirit Hand in the fastest way. "
While people were shocked by the contents on the huge screen, they were also amazed by the technician's typing speed.
It was so fast that it was like an afterimage.
Just when people thought that this silent declaration to the world was coming to an end.
Wang Yanyu smiled, put down the mobile phone, and said loudly, "Why did I choose to type?"
"Because just now, Mr. Wainwright only said the two most common movements."
"He may not know, but I was actually typing with the Primordial Spirit Hand just now."
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