"Let me go! Who the hell are you? Let me go! You're illegally imprisoning me! It's a crime... Let me go! "
Through the glass, Zhang Tie could see that some medics were pressing down Dr. Franky's hands and feet with difficulty. Of course, it was not because these medics couldn't control Dr. Franky, but because they were afraid of hurting Dr. Franky. Therefore, it was very difficult for them to suppress Dr. Franky.
This was already the third day after the first meeting of the expert group.
Mr. Orfey's face was full of stubble, and he hadn't left the hospital during this period. His red eyes and dark circles made Mr. Orfey's image look terrible.
"Mr. Orfey, Dr. Franky's memory regressed again... but his brain activity is more active than yesterday." The attending doctor looked at the report in his hand.
Mr. Orfey said faintly, "His memory should be when he was about 26 years old."
The attending doctor was stunned, and then hurriedly flipped through the various reports in his hand, "When he was about 26 years old?"
Mr. Orfey sighed, "He just said that he would accompany me to watch Boz's championship match. This is the match he promised to take me to watch when I was 8 years old... It's a birthday present."
In order to find out the cause of Dr. Franch's disease in more detail, Mr. Offee had already revealed Dr. Franch's Alzheimer's disease. By various means, he had found the doctor who secretly treated Dr. Franch's disease and obtained Dr. Franch's medical records for the past two years.
However, these records still couldn't explain Dr. Franky's brain activity at this time.
Because the brain crazily extracted nutrients from the body, Dr. Franky woke up for a very short time each day, but every time he woke up, his memory regressed.
'He's getting younger and younger …' When they thought of this, some of the doctors in the expert group could not help but come up with a hypothesis. Would Dr. Franky's memory eventually regress to the time when he was a baby and become an ignorant 'baby' in the end? Perhaps, when his memory regress to the time when he was a baby, it would be the end of his life.
"Let me go... Let me go..."
The medical staff was injecting tranquilizers into Dr. Franky, which could slightly suppress the activity of his brain. However, when he woke up, his activity would further increase. This could only be a method of drinking poison to quench thirst.
Seeing Dr. Franky's half-closed eyes, Mr. Orfey suddenly quivered, "Stop … Stop them!"
"Mr. Orfey, if we stop now, we won't be able to inject the doctor with nutrient supply. His body won't be able to take it anymore …"
"I said stop!!" Mr. Orfey grabbed the collar of the attending doctor with one hand. The fierce aura he had accumulated over the years suppressed the attending doctor so much that he could not even breathe properly. He could only quickly shout for the medical staff to stop.
At this moment, Mr. Orfey directly broke into the intensive care unit. He untied the restraints on Dr. Franky's hands and feet. Looking at Dr. Franky who was half-awake due to the crazy consumption of energy, Mr. Orfey reached out and took a bottle of synthetic nutrient solution from the side.
"Listen, you want to leave, don't you? You want to take your son to Boz's game, don't you? " Mr. Offy glared at Dr. Franky, "If you want to go out, I can take you out. But you have to eat up all these food for me! If you agree, nod your head! "
Dr. Franky nodded with difficulty. Mr. Orfey carefully fed the nutrient solution into Dr. Franky's mouth and let him drink it.
These nutrient solutions actually contained sleeping ingredients. After Dr. Franky took it, he quickly fell into a state of drowsiness.
The attending doctor wiped his sweat and walked in at this moment. He sighed and said, "He finally ate it … However, the known nutrient supply is almost unable to keep up with Dr. Franky's consumption. Mr. Orfey, perhaps, we should consider a backup plan … "
Every time, he would use a more advanced nutrient supply, and Dr. Franky's body would quickly adapt to the external energy replenishment.
Soon, the nutrient supply that could be produced with current technology would not be able to keep up with Dr. Franky's consumption … At that time, if a solution could not be found …
Therefore, the expert group proposed a final solution — that was to freeze Dr. Franky's body.
In a situation where the current technology could not solve the problem, the only choice was to freeze Dr. Franky and wait for the day when the technology would make a breakthrough in the future.
At this time, Mr. Orfey carried Dr. Franky up and seemed to be planning to leave the intensive care unit. The attending doctor was shocked, "Mr. Orfey, what are you doing?"
Mr. Orfey took a deep breath and said, "Help me contact the Frozen Man Company in Europe."
Has he … made a decision in his heart?
The attending doctor stared blankly as Mr. Orfey carried Dr. Franky away. At the last moment, he subconsciously shouted, "Where are you taking him?"
"To watch the game."
…
The car was driving fast on the road. Behind it, there were several cars of the same model, and behind them, there was also a white ambulance.
In the car at the front, Mr. Orfey, who was driving, glanced at the box in front of him. It was filled with high-concentration nutrient supply brought out from the hospital.
"Oh … I don't like this taste. Do you have orange-flavored ones?"
In the passenger seat, Dr. Franky frowned and wanted to spit out the meatball that he had just eaten. However, Mr. Orfey reached out and covered Dr. Franky's mouth. "You need to swallow it. Otherwise, I won't take you to the court."
"Okay, naggy Matthew." Dr. Franky shook his head and reluctantly gulped.
It seemed that not only was his memory regressing, but his memory was also in disorder. At this time, Dr. Franky recognized Mr. Orfey as one of his old buddies — Mr. Matthew, the curator of the Science and Technology Museum.
"Hey, Matthew, are there so many buildings around here? Why can't I remember?" Dr. Franky looked at the scenery outside the window with interest at this time.
Mr. Orfey did not know how the world in Dr. Franky's eyes was structured. He could only follow the meaning of Dr. Franky's words, so he could only helplessly say, "This world is changing with each passing day. You stay in the laboratory all day, so of course you don't know the changes in the outside world."
Dr. Franky, on the other hand, laughed disdainfully, "Nonsense! The changes in the world come from technology. If it weren't for the technology developed by us scientists in the laboratory all day long, how could the world change! We know better than they do! "
"I didn't mean to deny you." Mr. Orfey shook his head.
Dr. Franky frowned at this time, "Matthew, did we miss the time? Is Orfey really waiting for me at the stadium? Oh … It's all my fault. I actually forgot about this. If you hadn't reminded me, I would still be in the office grading test papers! "
At this time, Dr. Franky should still be a teacher in the National University, far from being recruited to the National Scientific Research Institute.
"When did I remind you … Oh, yes, I reminded you." Mr. Orfey sighed, "You really often forget about your family because of work."
"It can't be helped, can it? Our professor plans to choose an assistant, which will be very helpful to me in the future. "Dr. Franky shook his head," You don't have a family, so you won't understand. "
Mr. Orfey smiled bitterly, "But have you ever thought about it, Orfey … He may not be happy to see you so busy. Maybe he wants you to stay at home with him more, even if it's just to play football for an afternoon? "
"Speaking of this makes me angry. This kid's birthday wish this year was to watch a football game, and he even said that he would become a great football player when he grows up!" Dr. Franky gritted his teeth at this time.
Mr. Orfey was stunned, "Becoming a football player is a good dream. Isn't this the case for children? "
Becoming a great football player … That was a dream many years ago.
Dr. Franky shook his head and didn't speak. He just squinted his eyes and leaned back in his seat without saying a word … Mr. Orfey saw this and quickly opened the box full of nutritional pills nervously, and pushed Dr. Franky's shoulder, "Franky, Franky, don't sleep, we're almost there! Franky, have some candy … Franky! "
"Matthew! Don't disturb me. "
Dr. Franky opened his eyes at this time, slapped Mr. Orfey hard, and scolded, "I'm so sleepy, I can't sleep for a while … You just ruined my good dream, do you know? I just dreamed that Orfey grew up and married a beautiful bride, and he was taking the wedding ring of the pledge from my hand, bastard! You actually woke me up at this time! You'll bear the anger of all fathers in the world! I curse you to be single for life! "
I … I've already taken it from you once … Father.
"Is that so … I'm sorry." Mr. Orfey suddenly choked.
At this time, Mr. Orfey's Bluetooth headset suddenly rang. Mr. Orfey glanced at Dr. Franky, and saw him squint his eyes again, saying that he wanted to continue the dream of Orfey getting married.
"Sir, it's been arranged. But because of the lack of time, we can only ask the club that Potts was in to select a team of reserve players. Their main players are playing elsewhere at this time … After all, to recreate the game of that year is really … "
Mr. Orfey glanced at Dr. Franky again and lowered his voice, "Listen, I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Let the players get ready."
…
There were not many people in the football field. Mr. Orfey suddenly felt lucky — fortunately, the club that the player he liked when he was a child played for was not famous and had always been in Serie B. If not for this, he really did not know where to find a large audience.
But even so, a large number of extras had been pulled in, so that the place was not too empty — just like in the past.
"Oh … It's already started?" Dr. Franky opened his eyes.
In fact, he was now like a patient suffering from narcolepsy. He would fall into a state of near drowsiness after taking two steps, but for some reason, he could always wake up.
Dr. Franky did not mention Orfey again. Originally, Mr. Orfey had arranged for a young actor to temporarily act as the 'childhood Orfey', but it seemed that there was no need for him at this time.
The young actor was on standby not far away, looking at a group of extras in front of him holding up the banner and shouting with all their might. Then he pulled the corner of Orfey's secretary's clothes, "Even if I don't play, I still have to charge."
The secretary stared at the little guy with a frown and secretly said: This kid will have a rich future.
He shook his head with a wry smile and then looked at Mr. Orfey, wondering what his officer and Dr. Franky were talking about at this time.
"Hey!! Potts! Give me some strength! Did you not eat? "
Like a young man, from this old body that was about to collapse, he was now bursting with the vitality of a man in his prime. Mr. Orfey was a little worried and pulled Dr. Franky, who wanted to rush out of the auditorium, "Franky, old man, can you be a little more civilized?"
"Oh … I'm sorry, I was too excited." Dr. Franky sat down and then looked around, "Matthew, have you seen Orfey? He seems to have disappeared! "
With that, Dr. Franky stood up anxiously again. Mr. Orfey was stunned. It seemed that his father had just 'remembered' this matter.
He hesitated for a moment and gave up the idea of asking his secretary to call the young actor. He said directly, "Have you forgotten? Orfey went to the bathroom. "
"Oh … Is that so?" Dr. Franky nodded and sat down again. He shook his head and said, "In fact, I'm too angry to watch this. I'd rather stay in school and continue to mark papers or do experiments."
Mr. Orfey smiled, "You don't like sports in the first place."
Recalling the time when Dr. Franky brought him to watch this match, Mr. Orfey smiled subconsciously as he recalled how he slept for the entire second half of the match in the chaotic environment.
Dr. Franky shook his head and muttered, "Orfey likes it. You'll understand when you become a father. "
Dr. Franky gently punched Mr. Orfey's shoulder.
"I don't understand." Mr. Orfey looked at Dr. Franky, and a string in his heart was touched, "I don't understand you. I don't understand why you always talk about Orfey, but why do you always leave him with your back view? I don't understand that until later, you only have Weiwei in your heart."
"Is that so … You don't understand, you don't understand …" Dr. Franky muttered to himself, seeming to have remembered something.
Mr. Orfey was keenly aware of Dr. Franky's abnormality, and he suddenly felt a little excited. However, he heard Dr. Franky suddenly shrugging, "Of course you don't understand, because you're not a father, haha!"
"Yes … I'm not." Mr. Orfey sighed and looked at the players on the football field below, "Indeed, I can say that you … In fact, I've been the same all these years."
"Why are you suddenly so negative?" Dr. Franky asked curiously.
Mr. Orfey turned his head and patted Dr. Franky's leg. He smiled and shook his head, "It's nothing, just … I just suddenly thought of my father."
"Oh, Old Matthew must have brought you a lot of good memories." Dr. Franky nodded.
Mr. Orfey's body suddenly trembled. He was sure that he needed to do something, and an almost instinctive impulse made him stand up abruptly. He looked at Dr. Franky, "You're right, they played really badly. I really should scold them."
"Oh?" Dr. Franky was stunned.
Mr. Orfey grabbed the guardrail with both hands at this time, and his body almost leaned out. He scolded, "Hey! Boz! Dogsh * t!! Hurry up and use all your strength!! You weak-legged trash! Dogsh * t!!! "
It was so loud that people could hear it even from afar … The secretary who was on standby and a group of medical staff who were on standby looked at each other. The secretary was even a little relieved that there were no reporters here. Otherwise, as an important member of the country, it would be very damaging to Mr. Orfey's image in public.
"Aha! Dogsh * t!! Boz, you're a piece of dogsh * t! " Dr. Franky laughed and stood up at this time. He imitated Mr. Orfey and leaned out. "Dogsh * t!!"
"Dogsh * t!!"
"Go to hell!!" Mr. Orfey suddenly exerted force and threw the inflatable baton in his hand into the field.
"Dogsh * t! Go to hell!! "Dr. Franky excitedly imitated Mr. Orfey and threw the inflatable baton in his hand.
The two suddenly burst into laughter.
…
…
After that, Dr. Franky fell asleep and couldn't be woken up.
The team doctor hurried forward and sent Dr. Franky to the ambulance for examination. The conclusion was that Dr. Franky's body had deteriorated even more after this trip, so he needed to be sent back to the hospital immediately.
Mr. Orfey nodded in silence and agreed.
However, not long after, while the ambulance was still on the road, Dr. Franky suddenly opened his eyes, scaring the medical staff next to him so much that they became flustered.
But obviously, this time, Dr. Franky's memory didn't go backward, nor did it go forward. Instead, it went back to the state of that day in the research institute.
Dr. Franky's hands were pressed on the stretcher bed. The doctor tried to calm Dr. Franky down, but he kept struggling.
His eyes were unfocused. After realizing that his hands couldn't move, he quickly stopped struggling. However, his lips began to move rapidly, and he kept chanting some complicated and profound words.
"No … the sedative has also lost its effect!" The attending doctor suddenly became flustered. "How could this be … How could this be! The dose injected is enough to make an adult elephant … "
"Then do you still want to continue?" Mr. Orfey angrily grabbed the attending doctor's arm when he saw that the attending doctor wanted to hit Dr. Franky again.
"But … But if his brain doesn't cool down …" The attending doctor said in horror, "Mr. Orfey, he's going to die … From the looks of it, it'll be soon!"
Blood slowly flowed out of Dr. Franky's nostrils, but he didn't seem to be aware of it. His eyes were still blank, and he was still performing verbal calculations.
But if too much sedative was injected, it would still kill.
"Materials! Give me materials! I need materials … Give me materials! "Dr. Franky suddenly looked at Mr. Orfey." Materials … Materials … "
"What materials?" Mr. Orfey quickly asked.
"Materials … Materials … Materials …"
Mr. Orfey clenched his teeth and suddenly shouted, "Go to the research center … Go to the research center!!!"
…
He didn't know what materials were needed, but there was probably no place that had more materials than the research center of a country. When the director of the research center heard the news, he was shocked, but also seemed to realize something.
When Dr. Franky was sent to the research center, the director's face turned pale when he saw the state this old friend of his was in.
Mr. Orfey's steps were very heavy. He silently followed beside the bed with his head lowered. When the director came up to ask about the situation, he just directly asked, "Are the materials ready?"
"I don't know what materials are needed." The director shook his head. "But I asked people to move everything that can be moved here … Franky, he …"
"Maybe it's what you want." Mr. Orfey's voice was very cold. He suddenly stopped, looked at the director, and said coldly, "I won't allow you to miss anything!"
The dean nodded his head heavily.
At this time, the researchers of the research center had already cleared out a large area. The so-called materials took up almost two-thirds of the space in the room. They even prepared all kinds of tools.
Under the different gazes of everyone, Dr. Franky went from needing people to support him at the beginning to suddenly rushing into the materials as if he was flying, and began to madly search for something.
Unlike last time, when he wrote a lot of advanced knowledge on the wall, Dr. Franky just turned over the materials here. A lot of precious materials were turned over by him and scattered on the ground like garbage. Seeing this, many people frowned and seemed to feel heartache.
Suddenly, Dr. Franky seemed to have found what he was looking for, and then quickly put it on the work table.
It was something that looked like a wooden board.
"This is … a wooden board?" A researcher looked at Dr. Franky in confusion as he began to knock on the wooden board. In fact, it was indeed a wooden board, a wooden board that was broken off from a wooden box containing precious materials.
Then, Dr. Franky took out a ruler, a hacksaw, nails, and the most common tools and began to cut the wooden board.
No one knew what Dr. Franky wanted to do.
But when Dr. Franky cut the wooden board halfway, he suddenly stopped, as if he was thinking about something. He picked up an oil pen and began to write on the work table.
"Go and see what he wrote." The director frowned and ordered a researcher to go over.
The researcher nodded. Under Mr. Orfey's sharp gaze, he only dared to quietly go to Dr. Franky's side and look at the work table.
At first, he frowned and seemed to be puzzled, but gradually, as Dr. Franky wrote more and more, he began to open his mouth. In the end, the researcher even hurried back.
"Yes … yes … yes …"
"Slow down? Don't panic! "
"It's a design drawing! It's a design drawing! " The researcher quickly said, "It seems to be the design drawing of a three-stage rocket … but I've never seen the structure! I can't calculate it! "
"Get someone here!" The director made a prompt decision.
It seemed … like the scene in the conference room last time.
A large number of researchers began to gather here. They scanned the drawing on the work table into the computer and began to analyze its structure. They even began to make data models so that they could draw some conclusions in an instant.
Mr. Orfey didn't care about the enthusiasm and exclamations of these scientists. He just looked at Dr. Franky's back.
It was still the same back view … It had always been the same back view she had given him.
The attending doctor beside him became more and more anxious. He couldn't help but whisper in Mr. Orfey's ear, "Mr. Orfey … Are you really not going to stop Dr. Franky? He has been in this state for a long time. If he doesn't stop, I'm afraid … I'm afraid there's really no way. "
"Didn't you guys already run out of ways?" Mr. Orfey glanced at the attending doctor.
He couldn't say a word … Too little time was given to him and the group of experts behind him. They didn't have any reference cases in the past.
Facing Mr. Orfey's gaze, he could only shake his head sadly.
Mr. Orfey no longer paid attention to the attending doctor. Instead, he looked at Dr. Franky's back and murmured, "So … Are you satisfied?"
Mr. Orfey sighed. He felt that there was no need to keep him alive … At least, he couldn't bear to see Dr. Franky fall in front of his eyes.
At least … Let his greatness stay in his heart.
Burdened with the lives of an entire team, including his own daughter-in-law, Mr. Orfey knew better than anyone else how tormenting this guilt was to Dr. Franky. Because he and Dr. Franky had always lived under the same roof and had the most intimate relationship in the world.
But because of this, he couldn't let Dr. Franky go … He also couldn't let himself forgive Dr. Franky.
Maggie … Was she also watching at this time?
In a trance, Mr. Orfey seemed to see many figures that didn't belong here … His wife's figure, his wife Maggie's colleagues — those who lost their lives in the disaster a long time ago.
Mr. Orfey knew that this was an illusion that he saw, a scene interwoven by mental torment.
They were all by Dr. Franky's side, around that workbench … What was left behind by those who had left had always been on Dr. Franky.
Their spirits … Their wills.
"Is it these that have been supporting you all the time?" Mr. Orfey murmured to himself.
He seemed to see Maggie looking at him. He smiled and made a gesture of silence. Then he looked at Dr. Franky attentively, as if to say: Look, this is our pride.
Mr. Orfey wanted to say something, but he stopped abruptly. He closed his eyes and tried to remember this scene that was interwoven by reality and illusion.
"That's it." Mr. Orfey gave his blessing to Dr. Franky.
He suddenly wanted to knock on the empty office of the research institute — the office that belonged to his wife Maggie. He remembered that there seemed to be a family photo on the table in that office.
Perhaps, it was time to take this relic back.
"Hey, this model, why doesn't it match the design?"
"Let me see … Strange, isn't the structure of this rocket model too old? Where have I seen this before? "
"M901 satellite … This is the model of the rocket thruster used in the M901 satellite plan, I remember now!"
Amidst the chaos, Mister Orfey suddenly stopped and turned around … to look at the back of the old man who was carefully assembling an old model.
This model …
"What is the doctor doing? While pushing the design of the latest rocket model, he is also making the oldest model? It doesn't match at all? "
Mr. Orfe walked towards Dr. Franky step by step … His back was getting closer and closer to Dr. Franky. It was much closer than when Dr. Franky watched Dr. Franky's back when Dr. Franky woke up and watched Dr. Franky's back when Dr. Franky was hiding outside the study.
"Well … I remember now, this rocket was Franky's entry in the science and technology competition that year. Because of the structure of this rocket, he won the championship. Since then, the research institute discovered him when he was still teaching at the university … Well, it is indeed this model. " The director of the research institute recalled the memory from a long time ago, but he was very puzzled by Dr. Franky's assembly of this model.
But Mr. Orfey had already come to the workbench.
— Orfey, what do you want for your birthday this year?
— Rocket, I want a rocket!! I want to go to space, I want to be an astronaut!
— Orfey, we can't find such a thing in our country … How about something else, a new football?
— I don't care, I don't care! I want to be an astronaut! I want to sit on a rocket!
— Okay, okay, okay, dad will make one for you!
…
— Orfey, look what I made for you? Thump, thump, thump, the rocket is coming!
— I don't want it, this rocket can't fly into the sky!
— Well, it takes a long time to make a big rocket. Take this first, and later, dad will make a real rocket for you, one that can send people and satellites, okay?
— Really?
— I won't lie to you.
— It's a deal!
— It's a deal!
"It's a deal …" Mr. Orfey slowly put his hand on the back of Dr. Franky's hand and firmly grasped it, "It's a deal …"
Dr. Franky's body slightly trembled, but he quickly continued to assemble the model on the workbench.
Everything, everything.
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