"Let me go! Who are you? Let me go! This is illegal confinement! It's a crime...let me go!"

Through the glass, you can see several medical staff holding down Dr. French's hands and feet with difficulty. Of course, it's not that these medical staff can't control Dr. French, but because they are afraid of hurting Dr. French.

, so the task of suppression becomes particularly difficult.

This is already the third day after the first hate meeting of the expert panel.

Mr. Aoife's face was covered with stubble, and he had not left the hospital during this period. His red eyes and dark circles made Mr. Aoife's image look very bad.

"Mr. Offee, Dr. French's memory has regressed again...but his brain activity is even more intense than yesterday." The attending doctor looked at the report on hand at this time.

Mr. Aoife said quietly at this time: "His memory at this time should be when he was about twenty-six years old."

The attending doctor was stunned for a moment, then quickly opened the various reports on hand, "When you were around twenty-six years old?"

Mr. Aoife sighed and said: "He just said that he would accompany me to watch Boz's championship match. This is the event that he promised to take me to when I was eight years old... It was a birthday gift."

Because he needed to diagnose the cause of Dr. French's illness in more detail, Mr. Offee had already told the story that Dr. French had Alzheimer's disease, and through various means, found the person who quietly helped him.

The doctor who treated Dr. French for this disease obtained Dr. French's medical records over the past two years.

However, these data still cannot explain the problem of Dr. French's brain activity at this time.

Because the brain is frantically extracting nutrients from the body, Dr. French wakes up only a short time a day, but every time he wakes up, his memory regresses.

He is getting 'younger' as he lives longer... Thinking about it this way, some doctors on the expert team couldn't help but put forward a hypothesis: Will Dr. French's memory regress to his infancy in the end, and finally become an ignorant person?

'Baby'...even, maybe when his memory goes back to the original time, maybe it will be the end of the doctor's life.

"Let me go...let me go..."

The medical staff are injecting Dr. French with a sedative, which can slightly stop the activity of the doctor's brain. But when he wakes up, the activity will be further enhanced. Repeatedly, this can only be a way to quench his thirst by drinking poison.

Seeing Dr. French's half-closed eyes, Mr. Offee suddenly shuddered and said, "Stop...make them stop!"

"Mr. Aoife, if we stop now, we won't be able to inject the doctor with nutritional mixture, and his body will soon be unable to endure it..."

"I told you to stop!" Mr. Ao Fei grabbed the collar of the attending doctor with one hand. The fierce aura of having held a powerful position for many years made the attending doctor unable to breathe. He could only quickly shout to the medical staff to stop.

.

At this time, Mr. Aoife directly broke into the intensive care unit. He untied the restraints on Dr. French's hands and feet. Looking at Dr. French, who was half asleep due to the crazy consumption of his body, Mr. Aoife reached out and took the man next to him.

I brought over a bottle of synthetic nutrient solution.

"Listen, you want to get out of here, right? You want to take your son to watch Potts' football match, right?" Mr. Offee stared at Dr. French, "If you want to go out, I can take you out.

, but the premise is that you must eat up all these things for me! If you agree, nod your head!"

Dr. French nodded with difficulty, and Mr. Offe carefully fed the nutrient solution into Dr. French's mouth and asked him to take it.

These business solutions actually contain sleeping ingredients. After taking them, Dr. French quickly fell into a comatose state.

The attending doctor wiped his sweat and walked in. He sighed and said, "I finally ate it... However, the currently known nutritional mixtures can hardly keep up with Dr. French's consumption. Mr. Aoife

,Perhaps, we should consider a back plan..."

Each time, more advanced nutritional mixtures were used, but Dr. French's body was rapidly adapting to these external energy supplements.

Soon, the nutritional mixture that can be produced with today's technology will not be able to adapt to Dr. French's own consumption... By that time, if a solution has not been found...

Therefore, the expert team proposed a final method, which is to freeze Dr. French's body.

If today's technology cannot solve the problem, the only option is to freeze Dr. French and wait for the day when technology will break through in the future.

But when he saw Mr. Aoife hugging Dr. French, as if he was planning to leave the intensive care unit, the attending doctor was suddenly shocked, "Mr. Aoife, what are you going to do?"

But I heard Mr. Ao Fei take a deep breath and say: "Please help me contact the Freeze Man Company in Europe."

Have you... made a decision in your mind?

The attending doctor stared blankly as Mr. Offee hugged Dr. French and left. At the last moment, he subconsciously shouted: "Where are you taking him?"

"Watch the football game."

…

The car was driving fast on the road. Behind it were several cars of the same model, and behind it was a white ambulance.

In the car at the front, Mr. Offee, who was driving, glanced at the box in front of him, which was filled with high-concentration nutritional mixtures brought from the hospital.

"Oh...I don't like the taste of this. Does it taste like orange?"

In the passenger seat, Dr. French frowned and wanted to spit out the pill he had just eaten, but Mr. Offee reached out and covered Dr. French's mouth, "You need to swallow it, otherwise, I will

I won’t take you to the stadium.”

"Okay, long-winded Matthew." Dr. French shook his head and grumbled reluctantly.

It seems that it is not just memory regression, but also memory confusion. At this time, Dr. French recognized Mr. Offee as one of his old friends in life, Mr. Matthew, the curator of the Science and Technology Museum.

"Hey, Matthew, are there so many buildings around here? Why don't I remember them?" Dr. French looked at the scenery outside the window with interest.

Mr. Aoife didn't know how the world in Dr. French's eyes was structured. He could only follow the meaning of Dr. French's words, so he had no choice but to say: "The world is changing with each passing day.

I stay in the laboratory all day long, so of course I don’t know the changes in the outside world.”

Dr. French laughed disdainfully, "Nonsense! Changes in the world come from technology. If it weren't for the technology developed by our people who spend all day in the laboratory doing science, where would the changes in the world come from! We know better than them.

!”

"I didn't mean to deny you either." Mr. Offee shook his head.

Dr. French frowned at this time, "Matthew, have we missed the time? Has Aoife really been waiting for me at the stadium? Ouch... It's all my fault, I actually forgot about this matter, if not

If you remind me, I'm still grading test papers in the office!"

At this time, Dr. French was probably still working as a teacher at a national university, far before he was recruited to the National Academy of Sciences.

"When did I remind you... Oh, by the way, I reminded you." Mr. Aoife sighed, "You really often forget about your family because of work."

"This is something that can't be helped, isn't it? Our professor plans to choose an assistant, which will be very helpful to me in the future." Dr. French shook his head, "You, a guy without a family, won't understand."

Mr. Aoife smiled bitterly and said: "But have you ever thought about it, Aoife... he is actually not necessarily happy to see you so busy. Maybe he would rather you stay at home to spend more time with him, even if it's just a simple kick.

An afternoon of football?”

"I get angry when I talk about this. This kid's birthday wish this year is to watch a football match, and he also said he wants to be a great football player when he grows up!" Dr. French gritted his teeth at this time.

Mr. Aoife was stunned, "Becoming a football player is a very good dream. Aren't all children like this?"

Becoming a great football player...has been a dream for many years.

Dr. French shook his head and said nothing. He just squinted his eyes and leaned on his seat without saying a word... When Mr. Offee saw it, he nervously opened the box full of nutritional medicine and pushed Dr. French

Shoulder: "Frankie, Frankie, don't sleep, it's almost here! Frankie, eat some candy... Frankie!"

"Matthew! Don't bother me."

Dr. French suddenly opened his eyes at this time, slapped Mr. Offee hard, and scolded: "I'm so sleepy, I can't help but squint for a while... You just ruined my dream, you know?"

I just dreamed that Ao Fei had grown up and had a beautiful bride. He was taking the wedding ring from my hand, bastard! You actually woke me up at this time! How could you do this?

Bear the wrath of a father all over the world! I curse you to be a bachelor for the rest of your life!"

I...I have already taken it from you once...Father.

"Really...I'm really sorry." Mr. Aoife choked up suddenly.

At this time, Mr. Aoife's Bluetooth headset suddenly rang. Mr. Aoife glanced at Dr. French and saw that he narrowed his eyes again and said that he wanted to continue to dream about Aoife getting married.

"Sir, it has been arranged. However, because the time is too short, we can only ask Boz's club to select a team of reserve players. Their main players are playing elsewhere at the moment... After all, it is important to focus on

Now the competition back then was really..."

Mr. Offee glanced at Dr. French again, then lowered his voice and said, "Listen, I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Let the players get ready."

…

There were not many people in the football stadium. Mr. Offee suddenly felt lucky. Fortunately, the player he liked when he was a child played for an unknown club and had always been hanging out in the second division. Wrong.

If this was the case, he really didn't know where to find a dojo with a large audience.

But even so, a large number of group performances have been brought in, so that the place will not be too empty like it was back then.

"Oh...has it started?" Dr. French opened his eyes.

In fact, he is now like a patient suffering from narcolepsy. He will fall into a state of near drowsiness even if he takes two steps, but for some reason, he can always wake up.

Dr. French didn't mention Aoife again. Originally, Mr. Aoife had arranged for a young actor to temporarily act as the 'childhood Aoife', but it seemed that there was no need for it at this time.

The young actor was on standby not far away, watching boredly as a group of extras in front of him held up banners and screamed with all their strength. Then he tugged on Secretary Offee's clothes and said, "Even if I don't go on stage, I still want to

Charges."

The secretary stared at the little guy with a dark look on his face and said to himself: This kid will have a career in making money in the future.

He shook his head with a wry smile, and then looked towards Mr. Offee. He wondered what his superior and Dr. Francois were saying at this time.

"Hey!! Boz! Use it harder! Didn't you eat?"

Like a young man, from this old body that is almost collapsed, the vitality of a strong man is bursting out at this moment. Mr. Offee was a little worried and pulled Dr. French who was about to rush out of the audience, "Frankie.

,Old man, can you be more civilized?"
To be continued...