Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 207 Xiao Hei's Treatment Plan

"Try it, this is the best tea I have here."

3603, Nanfeng handed the tea he had brewed to Xiaohei: "You should be glad I hid this stuff well, otherwise that bastard Lu Ziqiao would have wasted it like a cow chewing on a peony."

Is it possible? I mean, is it possible?

"You don't even have a decent tea set at home, so it's a waste to just brew such good tea leaves with boiling water, isn't it?"

Xiao Hei felt quite distressed seeing the tea leaves ruined by the south wind.

Nanfeng sat calmly to the side and laughed, "With these hands of mine, when have I ever brewed tea?"

"My ancestors and grandfather never drank the tea I brewed, so you should be content."

"Too."

Xiao Hei put the scalding hot tea aside for the moment: "I thought you would be in a hurry to ask me about the specific situation, but I didn't expect you to be so patient as to make me a pot of tea."

"What's the rush?"

Nanfeng smiled faintly and said, "My situation has been going on for more than just a day or two, so why should I be in such a hurry?"

"Besides, you've only said there's some progress; it's still a long way from a real solution."

"You're really quite calm."

Xiao Hei grinned and looked at Nan Feng, who was gripping his pants tightly with both hands: "But if you put your hands on the table, it might be more convincing."

Nanfeng Yijiong.

"Okay, I admit I'm very flustered."

He slammed his hand on the table, his face full of displeasure, and said, "I've already made tea and entertained you, and you still put on airs instead of telling me you're trying to drive me crazy?"

Xiao Hei laughed heartily: "You're cuter the way you are."

"Cute my foot!"

Nanfeng grabbed Xiaohei's shoulders and shook him violently: "If you dare to keep me in suspense again, believe me, I'll make your genius brain pay for my genius ears and voice!"

Instead of getting angry, Xiao Hei laughed and said, "That's great. Please make sure I'm buried with your ashes when the time comes, so that two geniuses won't be lonely on their journey together."

"Get lost!"

Nanfeng looked disgusted: "You're risking your life, but I still want to live."

He has spent very little time living for himself in the past twenty years. Now that he can finally live the way he likes, who would want to be buried with that stinky man, Xiao Hei?

"That's such a pity. I've already thought about what we should have on our epitaphs."

Xiao Hei straightened his collar, which had been ruffled by Nanfeng. Seeing that Nanfeng was about to get desperate and use a knife if he dragged it out any longer, he quickly coughed a few times and laughed.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic."

"First, let's briefly explain your current situation. The most dangerous thing for you is the blood clot in your brain that may grow larger."

"Because the location of this blood clot is so critical, even undergoing craniotomy would be extremely risky, right?"

The south wind nodded.

"Currently, this blood clot has severely affected your physical strength, memory, hearing, and voice."

When Xiao Hei got to this point, he still couldn't help but curse and say, "To be honest, I still don't believe that your damn hearing and vocal abilities are actually a weakened version."

"This is totally illogical!"

Nanfeng glanced at Xiaohei and said, "You bastard, you have a whole room full of black technology, and you still have the nerve to say I'm not scientific?"

"And I've said it so many times, this isn't a weakening, it's just that I don't dare to go all out."

He shrugged: "For example, some people can shatter glass with their voice. I used to be able to do something as simple as that."

"But if you ask me to shout at a volume and frequency that could shatter a glass, I'll faint halfway through."

Xiao Hei chuckled and said, "Pretty much, pretty much."

Nanfeng sighed: "Whether you believe it or not, we'll do as we agreed before."

"As long as you don't dissect me like a specimen, you can test me however you want after I'm healed."

"You'll find out then whether I'm lying or not."

Xiao Hei glanced at Nanfeng: "The way you're talking makes it sound like I'm some emotionless, eccentric researcher."

Even disregarding our instant friendship, I still want to thank you for helping me get insurance and finding channels to sell my patents.

Xiao Hei paused for a moment, then put on a fawning smile: "Of course, I do have more than a dozen studies and tests on sound, and I'll need your help then."

"And your ability to pinpoint the malfunction of a machine just by listening is incredibly useful, saving me the trouble of disassembling all those parts for a thorough inspection."

Nanfeng was both angry and amused. He laughed and cursed, "I knew you bastard, you were lusting after my body! You're shameless!"

"If that's what you're saying, I'll wait until everything is done before I tell you the good news." Xiao Hei pretended to get up and leave.

Nanfeng quickly grabbed Xiao Hei and lowered his proud head: "I'm sorry, boss, I was wrong."

A wise person knows when to yield. Now that he's fallen from grace, it's not shameful for him to call out to the big boss and admit his mistake.

"That's right."

Xiao Hei sat down, and this time he finally stopped keeping everyone in suspense: "You should know that small blood clots can be metabolized and absorbed by the brain on their own."

"Based on this principle, I have been trying to design a device that can stimulate the brain to metabolize and absorb large blood clots."

Xiao Hei casually recounted information that was enough to send chills down one's spine. If this instrument could be developed, it would be nothing short of a major upheaval for the entire medical community.

"But I've tried to design this instrument countless times, and all of them have failed."

"After all, the human brain is different from other organs; it is much more fragile and delicate, and many technical problems cannot be solved at present."

Nanfeng's eyes darkened, but he continued to listen to Xiao Hei continue.

After all, Xiao Hei had just told him that things were looking promising; surely he couldn't be telling him to start preparing a burial plot?

"In this situation, I have no choice but to settle for second best."

"If you can't design a device that can cure everyone, designing a device that can cure you is also acceptable."

Xiao Hei grinned and simply glossed over the matter.

In fact, it was extremely foolish of him to design a device specifically for treating Nanfeng's disease. It was not only time-consuming, laborious, and mentally taxing, but also unprofitable.

But who told me I ended up being friends with this guy?

Moreover, in less than a year, Nanfeng did indeed help him a lot.

Many of my less useful patents were sold by Nanfeng. Even if we don't know how much money they made, it saved me a lot of time.

Xiao Hei laughed and said, "If it's just about curing you, then designing this device would be much simpler. You should be glad you're a genius."

Nanfeng was stunned: "What does curing an illness have to do with whether I'm a genius or not?"

"Of course it's related."

Xiao Hei looked at Nanfeng with shining eyes: "The biggest technical problem now is that if we want the brain to absorb and metabolize such a large blood clot, the current used to stimulate the brain is enough to cause serious damage to the brain."

Even if some of the electrical current is converted into other forms of stimulation, the remaining current is still too much for the brain to handle.

Xiao Hei paused for a moment, then continued, "But you are different. The fact that you can handle so many sounds at the same time every day is a sign that your brain is very well-developed."

"I even suspect that your brain is stronger than mine and Zhanbo's, except that you use most of your brainpower to process the sounds you hear."

Nanfeng found it increasingly strange: "As you talk, it feels like things are gradually taking a strange turn?"

"Are you going to tell me later that I actually have superpowers?"

"A superpowered individual who got knocked down by Hu Yifei with a single punch?"

Xiao Hei sneered, "If you're talking about superpowered people, I'd rather believe it's Yi Fei. Her superhuman strength is simply beyond human capabilities."

"If I were a mad scientist who specializes in biology, I would dissect both of you!"

Nanfeng kindly reminded him, "You've gone off-topic again."

"You were the one who went off-topic first."

Xiao Hei glared angrily at Nan Feng, but seeing Nan Feng get up to go to the kitchen to get a knife, he quickly and obediently continued speaking.

"And most importantly, we've done tests together, and your cochlear and hair cells are much stronger than those of ordinary people."

"This means you can convert more electrical stimulation into sound stimulation, thus allowing both electrical and sound stimulation to reach a critical safety level simultaneously."

"I have conducted a simulation based on your information. If the sound wave stimulation and electrical stimulation can be accurately controlled, it is possible to stimulate the brain to completely absorb the blood clot in the brain, and it will not have any impact on your brain or hearing."

Nanfeng blinked, unable to believe that the nightmare that had plagued him for almost four years was about to be resolved so easily.

A strange sense of absurdity welled up in Nanfeng's heart, but seeing Xiao Hei's hesitant expression, he felt relieved.

Nanfeng knew from Xiao Hei's eyes that this treatment method must have risks, but risks, in a sense, represent reality.

He needed this reality to tell himself that he wasn't currently caught up in an absurd dream.

What is the approximate success rate?

Xiao Hei pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, I'm not sure what the success rate is either."

"Although the theoretical success rate is 99.999%, you know that the hardest thing in the world is to turn theory into reality."

"In this process, we may encounter a lot of trouble and more uncertainty."

"It might even be..."

Xiao Hei fell silent.

Nanfeng laughed: "It might even end up being a complete waste of time, or even be life-threatening?"

"It's not life-threatening, but if you died here, I'd be in big trouble."

Xiao Hei sighed, "I'm just afraid that if I give you hope, I'll disappoint you in the end."

"Disappointment? I've never heard of anyone refraining from doing something simply because they're afraid of disappointing others."

Nanfeng put his arm around Xiaohei's shoulder and said, "Besides, even if I fail, it won't be worse than it is now, right?"

"Little Black, I want to give it a try."

Xiao Hei looked at Nan Feng and finally resigned himself to his fate, bowing his head.

From the moment he hesitated until he finally decided to tell Nanfeng the news, he knew that Nanfeng would definitely make this choice.

"I need some time to assemble the equipment."

"Furthermore, for your personal safety, even after the equipment is assembled, we must adjust it step by step from the absolute safety threshold to the theoretical value."

"Of course, we can continue to settle for second best."

"I've done the calculations, and as long as the stimulation reaches two-thirds of the theoretical value, we can keep the size of the blood clot within a safe range."

"Then you can ensure that you're at least not in mortal danger by having a stimulation once a month at a fixed time."

"That means I have two ways to survive, which is incredibly lucky for me."

Nanfeng asked directly, "How much time will this entire process take us?"

"It will take at least six months to assemble the instrument and at least eight months to be able to debug it."

"As for how long it will take to complete the debugging... I can't say for sure," Xiao Hei replied.

"Eight months... I just need to get through another eight months," Nanfeng murmured to himself, his eyes unusually relaxed.

Xiao Hei wanted to remind Nanfeng that it would take at least eight months, and it was uncertain how far the adjustments could be made.

But Xiao Hei swallowed his words back down.

Oh well, I'll just make the most of my time.

"There's one more thing. Although I can handle the programming myself, the more computer geniuses we have to help, the greater our chances of success will be."

Nanfeng was stunned: "You mean... Zhanbo?"

"Yes, Zhanbo is much better than me in this area."

Xiao Hei looked at the silent Nan Feng and said, "I know that someone as awkward as you probably doesn't want too many people to know about this, but we do need Zhan Bo's help right now."

"You can seek Zhanbo's help just as you sought mine."

"This is different..." Nanfeng said with a wry smile.

"What's the difference?" Xiao Hei glanced at Nanfeng. "I know you think it's mutually beneficial for us. Even if I help you, you'll find a way to repay me in the future."

"But Nanfeng, you should know that what I've done for you has never been for your reward. Just like when you helped me back then, you never thought I could cure your illness."

Xiao Hei patted Nanfeng on the shoulder.

"Nanfeng, even the proudest person will not lose their crown if they humble themselves to accept help from their friends."

I'm coming

Let's build a foundation first. After all, I'm not a medical professional. If there are any common-sense errors, I'll correct them if I can. If I can't, it's just for the sake of plot logic.

And don't worry, everyone, the storyline will definitely not go off in any ridiculous way. We can't really let Pigeon write a story about Love Apartment versus Skynet Company, can we?

As for why Nanfeng's illness was treated for so long, it can only be said that this is part of Nanfeng's character development and should follow the outline.

(End of this chapter)