Maggs has been treated for a long time. The feedback from the research room is quite good. From what they currently know, Maggs is actively recovering.
Although the process is very slow, he is on the road of recovery after all. As long as he can persist, he will recover one day.
It was more than nine o''clock when Dooling arrived at the research room. At this time, the research room, unlike ordinary work units, had become deserted. It was almost impossible to distinguish between day and night.
All kinds of medical experiments and chemical experiments are concentrated in this research center, which brings together the most advanced technology in the current medical field of the Empire. A large number of scholars, experts and researchers rarely leave here. They never feel that their work is very boring, but they just feel that there is not enough time.
A successful capitalist, a successful business group, has not treated employees as savagely as they did ten or twenty years ago, and has also passed the initial stage of exploitation and oppression.
What they need is that employees naturally take the initiative to contribute their abilities to safeguard the overall interests of the group company, so that everyone can twist into a rope and burn themselves under the incentive of certain interests.
One ten thousandth of drugs and five ten thousandths of medical devices are what these people pursue tirelessly.
They are not to contribute to the solution of human beings troubled by diseases, nor is it because those patients who are seriously ill and tortured to the point of death arouse their compassion. All they want is money and fame.
Such a team is not uncommon among the five medical groups. As long as a team develops a best-selling drug, everyone in the team will soon become very rich, which will also encourage them and those who fail to succeed to continue to work towards success.
So even if it is late, the whole clinical observation center is still full of staff walking or working.
Durin''s sudden visit caught the research room a little unprepared, but they soon arranged a person in charge of reception to meet MARGES with durin.
Like the experimental center in Dooling''s hands, he also arranged many assistants who were not scientists to help them deal with some details, such as eating, where they didn''t notice in their work and life.
It''s the same here. Someone is specially responsible for the reception. This girl, who looks only in her twenties and claims to be the head of a department, walks in front of Turin and guides her direction.
She is wearing a dark gray black business dress, but I can see that she should be a little short of money recently, because her clothes are obviously one size smaller, but she is still wearing them.
Not to mention the buttons that can''t be buttoned up, even the one-step skirt is too small. Every step has a visible wave rising from the ankle to the waist. Poor girl.
"We just gave Mr. MARGES a physical examination yesterday. From the perspective of Mr. MARGES''s physical function and neural response, our treatment was effective." the girl said, slowing down and standing on the side of Turin, and they walked side by side.
As she spoke and walked, she opened a folder with the smell of ink, which was pressed just below her chest. There were some periodic data comparison and index changes on it, which could clearly see that her underwear tonight was white.
"We collect data every three days. We stimulate his body nerves by means of slight discharge, and then determine the specific values of these data and their reference value through muscle contraction and his subjective conscious behavior."
In fact, Maggs didn''t cooperate with their treatment work very much. His actual situation was much better than what he reflected. The person in charge here persuaded kubal to solve some problems that can be solved with power, but he also needed to let kubal see that Maggs has the hope of recovery.
To this end, he had to increase the dose and start data collection at the same time.
This collection method is sometimes not so... Comfortable. It''s a little too much to confirm whether MARGES has subjective behavior ability to the body by means of electrode discharge. After all, it''s not interesting to get an electric shock once every three days.
This is what they can''t do after they are forced to hurry, and for these people, especially the person in charge of the drug development, Maggs''s recovery is so slow that he may not be able to make a complete recovery.
This means that even if he is a little out of line in the process of treatment, Maggs can''t say anything and kubar won''t know anything.
Once the elderly, especially the privileged old man like margus, lose their ability to act, the consequences will be very serious. Their muscles will shrink faster than young and middle-aged people, and the inactive internal organs will begin to fail more quickly. Therefore, he does not think that with the current recovery speed of margus, he can survive until he fully recovers and comes back.
Moreover, if he really recovers, he can only thank the hospital for saving him.
A person can lie, but some nerves can''t lie. According to the current data, MARGES is indeed recovering. Turin frowned slightly. The department director must not exercise often, so that she accumulated a lot of fat on her chest, which affected Turin''s view.
He was a very polite gentleman. He immediately withdrew his eyes, and they happened to go to the ward prepared for MARGES alone.
The female supervisor knocked on the door and then pushed the door in. The room was very bright. Two researchers were staring at a lot of medical instruments. Two TVs were placed on the left side of MARGES hospital bed, one of which broadcast news and the other broadcast news.
As soon as durin entered the room, MARGES'' eyes changed obviously. It can be seen that the treatment he received here is indeed useful. At least his eyes are more spiritual than before.
The people in the room soon left the room, and the female supervisor smiled and said that she would wait for Turin at the door, and then these idle people withdrew.
Turin quickly walked to the hospital bed and shook MARGES'' old hand. He fiddled with MARGES'' hair and looked at the old man with stiff facial muscles and no expression on the hospital bed. Two emotions grew in Turin''s heart.
One is funny after desolation. One has lived in the imperial destiny for decades, and even the royal family trembles under his influence. Everyone can''t escape the first power phase of the Empire under his control. At this moment, like countless ordinary old people, he lies helpless in the hospital bed waiting for the judgment of fate.
The other is unspeakably dull, because he knows that he will have such a day.
When he is old and no longer has the energy and physical strength to control his power, when he must give up his power and watch others dance the world as he did when he was young, he can only leave the spotlight and silently wait for death in a corner.
No matter how many great things he has done in his life, how many people''s destinies have been changed, and how the course of history has been reversed, he will not escape that disaster.
No matter poor or rich, no matter ordinary or powerful, they all have the same destination.
He sat on the edge of the hospital bed and looked at MARGES. "Ophelia and I had a baby. It was a boy. I named him toy, toy kesma."
He sighed with a smile, glanced sideways at the busy TV and continued, "that''s the name of the son of God. I hope he can become the brightest star in the world like his name, and his light can cover the light of the sun."
Margus''s eyebrows shook slightly. Turin''s eyes focused on the TV and didn''t notice the detail.
He slowly turned to face the TV. The news in the TV is broadcasting the classic picture of the final stage of the western wilderness escape. Turin pointed to the TV and said with a smile, "I have been thinking that if we can ensure that the western region can obtain a mechanism with sustainable development potential after rejecting industrialization, I also know that many people are not optimistic about my development plan in the western region."
"Under the current social background, the green tourism economy does lack some potential. At least most talents have just met the requirements of having enough to eat, being able to wear warm clothes, having a place to live, and no longer need to save every cent of the money they can save to live."
"They are not enough to contribute their surplus money to the development of tourism economy, so I gave them an opportunity to participate directly and indirectly."
"In my opinion, there are still some problems in the imperial system, and the pace of progress is too timid and the courage is not big enough. In fact, many things are very good and easy to solve, but everyone didn''t do that."
"Maybe it''s because those people haven''t thought of how to do it, or maybe everyone knows what the price will be if they do it."
"After all, it''s power."
"This is a new era, uncle Maggs. You created this new era yourself, but you seem to forget to deal with some problems before you rest, but it doesn''t matter. I will continue to finish what you haven''t done."
He patted MARGES on the back of his hand again and turned to look at him. "The hospital said you recovered well. This is good news. I believe my aunt and Ophelia will be very happy. It may be inconvenient for us these days. We will come to see you together after a while."
"All you have to do now is relax and actively cooperate with the treatment. The Empire needs you, and we also need you..."
He stood up, tidied the sheets and quilts, then tidied the old man''s hair, and then left.
He doesn''t need to spend more time here. After all, Maggs has lost his ability. He doesn''t have much to say to Maggs. He''s just releasing a signal.
Coming out of the hospital, Doolin happened to meet dolly who had just come out of the car.
Dolly wore a set of very low-key and introverted clothes. It was not very fashionable, but she had a lot of temperament and demeanor. One was on the steps and the other was under the steps. After making eye contact for a moment, Dolly had more smiles on her face that didn''t say anything strange.
"I didn''t expect to meet you here, margus. Is he all right?" Dory walked down the steps, and Turin walked down the steps with a smile on her face.
He held out his hand calmly. Dolly hesitated for about a second or two before reaching out.
They shook hands and durin nodded. "There is a detailed report from the hospital. Uncle MARGES is in the process of recovery. We don''t know how long it will take for him to fully recover, but I believe he will get better as soon as possible."
This is a piece of bullshit. He emphasized that he didn''t know. In fact, the meaning was very obvious. Dolly''s eyes sank for a while before she breathed a sigh of relief. "This is really exciting good news. There''s nothing happier than this in this period of time."
Turin nodded again and took back his hand. "It''s really great news. Uncle MARGES had rested when I came out..." Dori was just about to say something. Turin didn''t give her a chance and continued, "let''s walk together?"
This very stiff invitation made dolly feel a little uncomfortable. It''s not good to refuse or refuse, but she finally chose to accept Turin''s invitation.
She has never served as a tough top executive in most departments in the new party. Most of her work is to make peace and talk, so her momentum sometimes becomes her weakness.
They walked aimlessly along the sidewalk. At this time, it was more than ten o''clock, and there were not many pedestrians on the road.
The two people''s cars followed one after another on the road behind them. They were not close. At least they couldn''t hear their conversation, but they weren''t far. They could catch up in a few seconds if necessary.
"How did you think about the last time?", Turin put his hands in his pockets. Although it was April and the spring flowers were blooming, there was still some spring cold late at night. He looked at dolly.
Dolly''s expression didn''t change much. Her lips moved and didn''t say anything.
Durin smiled carelessly. "I believe you have learned something about Uncle MARGES through your own channels. He can''t fully recover in at least one or two years. At his age, it will be a great change every year."
"We can''t expect him to come out at the age of 80 or 90 to undertake the responsibilities and work he shouldn''t have undertaken. We should give him some time and space to enjoy his old life."
"We shouldn''t be so selfish. For one excuse or another, we took up the last period of his life. Are you right?"
Turin stopped and looked at dolly with a smile. "We shouldn''t bother him any more. He has done so much for the Empire. It''s time for him to have a rest!"
"The sun sets from the west without hesitation, precisely because it knows that tomorrow morning, the new sun will rise on time!"