Break out of the courtyard

After transferring one brain-dead patient, three patients in a vegetative state, and four patients to different wards, Zhang Heping and a group of medical staff went to the office to discuss brain-computer interface treatment plans.

“I’m busy with things at the library lately and don’t have time to set up a complicated dream server. I can only provide you with one monkey brain server and three brain-computer interface helmets for now, in the form of a dream hospital, so that you can communicate with your family and patients in the dream.”

"Dr. Zhang, could you provide one or two more brain-computer interface helmets?" The head of neurology raised his hand and said, "If there are only three, then only one doctor can accompany one patient's family member to use them!"

Zhang Heping looked at the monkey brain in the glass jar on the table next to him and explained, "This monkey brain server can only connect to 3 brain-computer interface helmets. More than that will cause the server to malfunction, so I can only give you 3."

The medical staff present were slightly disappointed after hearing this, but they could understand that this new equipment would have its shortcomings.

Fortunately, it's only in the experimental stage now. Once the clinical trial treatment shows results, and when Zhang Heping has more free time, he will probably be able to get a virtual dream device to assist in the treatment for several hundred people.

"Any other questions?" Zhang Heping asked, glancing at his wristwatch on his left wrist.

A young female doctor raised her hand and asked, "Dr. Zhang, how do we guide patients to wake up after entering the dream hospital?"

"Use your own brain to think!" Zhang Heping stood up and had his bodyguards put away the monkey brain server and brain-computer interface helmet on the table. "These devices are still in the classified research and development stage and will not be left in the hospital for a long time to avoid causing unnecessary conflicts."

"Once you've developed a treatment plan, call me in advance when you need to use this equipment, and I'll arrange for someone to deliver it!"

After speaking, Zhang Heping walked towards the office door.

Upon seeing this, the head of neurology and other medical staff hurriedly followed and shared some of their ideas for dream therapy.

Zhang Heping listened silently for a while, and only after leaving the hospital building did he turn around and look at the group of medical staff, and said slowly, "The ideas you just mentioned have some merit, but some are also based on assumptions. As for whether they are right or wrong, you can verify them yourselves later."

"Alright, that's enough. I still need to go to the library."

After watching Zhang Heping leave, the neurology staff began to discuss the matter again.

"Should we go to the virtual dream lecture hall and experience it a few more times?"

"There's no need for that! Those dream battlefield games have little to do with our dream healing!"

“I would suggest trying again! Because I went to the Dream Hospital to communicate with the patients’ deeper consciousness. The principle behind the dream game Nanjing Falls should be similar to that of the Dream Hospital. We can enter that game and try to communicate with the people inside.”

"It seems we need to split into two groups! I think we should first communicate with the family to understand the patient's past and help him resolve his inner conflicts from a psychological perspective, so that he can regain control of his body through his own will!"

"I agree that we should go to the virtual dream classroom again. Last time, we were so focused on hiding and killing the Japanese that we didn't even think about treating the patients!"

"Those who want to experience it should form their own teams, since there are only 3 brain-computer interface helmets available, not enough for all of us to use."

"Xiao Li, think carefully before you ask a question next time!" The head of the neurology department frowned and said this to the young female doctor who had asked a silly question that caused Zhang Heping to get up and stop answering her questions, before walking into the building.

Although the head of neurology's tone was not very emotional, it still made the young female doctor blush.

A middle-aged female doctor nearby comforted her, saying, "Xiao Li, I actually wanted to ask you the same question, but after thinking about it, I realized that this is the first time that Professor Zhang and we have used brain-computer interfaces to conduct clinical trials on vegetative patients, so we probably don't know how to guide the patients."

“Actually, when Professor Zhang talked about the treatment plan before, he mentioned how to guide the patient!” A young male doctor next to him interjected, “Teacher Zhang said that for the car accident patient, he could use dreams to reverse the patient’s fear of death or reverse the outcome of the car accident.”

"My initial treatment plan for this car accident patient was to tell him in the dream hospital that he had been saved by our doctors."

"But here's a crucial question: when it's just me and the patient's family in the entire hospital, how do I convince them that the dream hospital is a real hospital?"

"If he finds that there are no other medical staff or patients in the hospital, wouldn't he be exposed?"

“Not necessarily!” A middle-aged male doctor adjusted his glasses and replied, “We’ve all experienced the dream of that car accident patient. The repeated experience of dying in car accidents is most likely the main reason why he has been unable to wake up!”

"If we could keep him in the dream hospital for a long time, would he be less afraid of car accidents? And would that reduce the frequency of his nightmares?"

“Very likely!” another doctor chimed in. “Perhaps this patient wants to stay in the dream hospital indefinitely to escape the car accident dream. In that case, the patient's family will have to comfort them, because family members are more likely to gain the patient's trust!”

……

While the doctors were still downstairs discussing the treatment plan, the head of the neurology department was on his phone, reporting the situation to Dr. Hua.

But by the end, the head of the neurology department's face scrunched up in a grimace. "Professor Hua, can't this first brain-computer interface device be installed in our department?"

"Director Xue, you deserve the most credit for this success," Old Hua's voice came through the receiver. "But you should be able to understand the difference between installing this equipment at the Shenzhen Peace Hospital and installing it at the Hong Kong Peace Hospital!"

“If Hong Kong Island had already returned to China, I certainly wouldn’t have put you in a difficult position. But the situation is complicated now. We need to persuade Consultant Zhang to move his research back to Shenzhen, not only for his research projects, but also for the safety of his family!”

"Sigh!" the head of neurology sighed. "Our doctors and nurses have been very enthusiastic about this clinical trial. It seems we'll have to find an opportunity to send them to Shenzhen Peace Hospital for further training later!"

"Director Xue, please don't worry. You are the first team to carry out brain-computer interface medical treatment. After the multi-person brain-computer interface treatment equipment is installed at Shenzhen Peace Hospital, we will need you to come back and provide guidance. You will also need to take the lead in writing the relevant instruction manuals and papers." Old Hua's words hit the nail on the head.

Dr. Xue, the head of the neurology department, said happily, "Don't worry, we will definitely cooperate with Dr. Zhao to facilitate the communication regarding the first set of brain-computer interface therapy equipment."

The "Old Zhao" they were referring to was Zhao Yicheng, the retired former director of neurosurgery at Xuanwu Hospital in the capital, who had once helped Old Zhang get admitted to a special ward.

Since using the Life 120 drug two years ago, Director Zhao has been working at Shenzhen Peace College, participating in research projects such as reconstructing neurons and brain cell biological computers.

The reason I was invited out by Professor Hua this time is because the charm of the virtual dream learning equipment in the library is just too great.

Leaving aside the differences in the perceived acceleration of learning, the various factories and laboratories outside the library are not something that ordinary schools can possess.

If this virtual dream learning equipment could be installed in China, many high-risk technical training and experiments could be conducted and practiced in virtual dreams.

Of course, with the popularization of virtual dream learning devices, ordinary technical training and experiments can also help students get started more quickly.

However, when Hua asked whether these virtual dream devices could be researched in China, Zhang Heping remained tight-lipped.

Director Zhao arrived at Hong Kong Island in the evening, and Elder Hua and Director Wang did not allow anyone to make a fuss.

But when they took Director Zhao to experience the virtual dream lecture hall, this information quickly reached Zhang Heping's email inbox. Late that night, Zhang Heping left the laboratory on the third basement floor and returned to his study on the second floor to check his email. Seeing Director Zhao's photo, and considering his arrangements at the hospital during the day, Zhang Heping vaguely guessed the reason for Director Zhao's uninvited visit.

"Dad!" Zhang Bei nervously carried over the thermos, first adding some hot water to Zhang Heping's teacup before saying, "Will our learning in the dream world with Brother Yi affect the training of those genius teenagers?"

"Yes!" Zhang Heping stared at the screen and said calmly, "However, the difficulty of the later tasks will gradually increase, and you may not be able to complete them, so it won't have a big impact!"

Thinking about today's mission and the mecha whose skeleton had only been built, Zhang Bei couldn't help but ask, "The mecha mission is already very difficult. It may not be able to be completed in the next ten days."

"Dad, why don't you increase the speed up the perception of differences by 10 times!"

Zhang Heping casually replied, "It's only the second day. Those teenagers are still adjusting to the differences in their perception. Increasing the multiplier too hastily will only backfire, just like with Cao Jian!"

Zhang Bei said "Oh," and just as he turned to leave, Zhang Heping suddenly asked, "Didn't Xiaolong and Xiaohu help build the mecha?"

Zhang Heping had this question because Zhang Long and Zhang Hu had previously developed robots and robot dogs, and had also been involved in the mecha laboratory project. The progress on the first day should not have been so slow.

“They were afraid of affecting the studies of those gifted teenagers, so they didn’t participate in today’s mission and instead spent the whole day reading upstairs,” Zhang Bei explained. “The difference in accelerated perception seemed to be greater upstairs in the library. After they left the learning pod, they all felt their heads were throbbing.”

"Why didn't you mention it during dinner?" Zhang Heping turned to look at his eldest son, frowning as he recalled Zhang Long and Zhang Hu's condition during dinner.

"They didn't want you to worry, so they took you to the hospital, gave you a bottle of brain-boosting medicine, and gave you a head massage. You felt better before going home."

“The second floor of the library has a 2x acceleration, the third floor has a 3x acceleration, and so on upwards.” Zhang Heping turned his gaze back and casually said, “If the basic acceleration is 10x perception, then the second floor is 2x10, which is a 20x acceleration difference in perception.”

"Tell them about this tomorrow, so they don't keep staying upstairs without taking it seriously."

"Go on! Get some rest!"

Zhang Bei replied, "Dad, get some rest too, goodnight!"

The next day, February 2th.

Because the Genius Training Camp failed to complete yesterday's transportation mecha mission, Zhang Heping did not issue any new missions.

In addition, Mr. Hua and Director Wang brought Director Zhao over early in the morning. After exchanging pleasantries, Director Zhao wanted to experience the learning dream.

Director Zhao helped Zhang Heping's family when they were in their most difficult time!
Even though Zhang Heping had given Director Zhao many gifts, he was still grateful for the other party's leniency back then.

Therefore, Zhang Heping readily agreed to their request to experience the experience, but stipulated that they could only go in for 5 minutes.

Five minutes in the real world is equivalent to about 50 minutes of perceived time in a virtual dream.

So, five minutes is enough time for them to wander around in their learning dreams.

Before the learning cabin door closed, Director Zhao hurriedly asked, "Heping, if my body can still hold up after 5 minutes, can I continue the experience?"

“The acceleration rate here is 10!” Zhang Heping smiled at Director Zhao. “Your physical condition is not suitable for perceiving differences at such a rapid pace.”

"If you want to continue the experience, you'll have to take a nap before coming back, but it'll only be 5 minutes in the afternoon!"

"Alright! You're the authority in this field, I'll follow your instructions!" Director Zhao chuckled as he pressed the hatch release.

Although he only had 5 minutes, Zhang Heping still went to the corner to check on the status of the regenerative brain server.

When he came out of the computer room, Zhang Heping touched the switches of the learning capsules of Elder Hua, Director Wang, and Director Zhao with his mental power, interrupting their experience.

The three followed Zhang Heping to the rest area, ate some candy, and rested for a while before Director Zhao said, "I had heard them say how amazing the Ruomu Brain-Computer was before, but after experiencing the virtual dream device you developed, I understand why they were in such a hurry to call me over."

Director Zhao saw Zhang Heping sitting there with a smile on his face, but he didn't say anything. He thought to himself that the task assigned by Elder Hua and the others was not easy.

Director Zhao had heard many rumors about why Zhang Heping returned to Hong Kong Island to conduct research, so he could understand Zhang Heping's decision to use his self-developed brain-computer interface to refute the Ruomu Brain-Computer Interface research team.

Therefore, when Elder Hua and the others called Director Zhao over, he was actually quite resistant.

However, after hearing about the Japanese spies' attack on the virtual dream classroom, their armed interception of the Zhang family's convoy at the foot of Taiping Mountain, and their theft of virus culture medium from the Peace Big Health Medical Research Institute, he also approved the plan to have Zhang Heping return to Shenzhen to conduct research.

"I heard that the neurology department here is using brain-computer interface therapy to treat vegetative patients and is also treating a brain-dead patient. I wonder if I could go and take a look?" Director Zhao suddenly changed the subject, causing Elder Hua and Director Wang to exchange glances, not understanding Director Zhao's intention.

Zhang Heping glanced at his wristwatch and said, "They should be working on the treatment plan right now. They should call me in about half an hour..."

Before Zhang Heping could finish speaking, his phone rang.

"Hehe!" Zhang Heping glanced at the caller ID and couldn't help but chuckle, "They really are in a hurry!"

After the call connected, Zhang Heping exchanged a few words with the person on the other end and then hung up.

Zhang Heping stood up and said, "Let's go! I'll take you to see their clinical trial project, and I'll also trouble Elder Zhao to give them some guidance. I have a lot of things to do here, and I really can't get away."

Director Wang picked up the half-finished bottle of vitamin energy drink, looked at Zhang Heping and said, "Heping, why don't you continue with your work, we'll take Old Zhao over there!"

Zhang Heping shook his head, "They asked me to use the brain-computer interface device. I have to go over and watch them operate it to prevent any accidents from happening."

After Director Zhao stood up, he left his seat first, then stood to Zhang Heping's right and asked, "Heping, what is the principle behind your brain-computer interface therapy, and how do you plan to treat vegetative state patients?"

“Yesterday, I used a brain-computer interface to examine the brain activity of three people in a vegetative state and found that they were all dreaming, rather than in a state of confused consciousness,” Zhang Heping explained as he led the three people toward the door.

Director Zhao's refusal to state the purpose of his visit immediately made Zhang Heping feel more at ease.

As he said, there was still a ton of work to do at the library, and he genuinely didn't have time to go back to Shenzhen to deal with all that... (End of Chapter)