The instrument used by Qiu Ge mainly uses the range and intensity of brightness to indicate the activity intensity of various parts of the brain.

But now, on the three-dimensional three-dimensional brain simulation diagram on the instrument screen, the brightness of the flashing center of the logical calculation is nothing Qiu Ge has seen in his life, and it was shaking her eyes.

Qiu Ge tested another memory problem, asking Yan Feifan to repeat the ten disorderly and unrelated words she said.

The brightness stimulated by the brain's memory center is also amazing.

In order to verify the accuracy and stability of this instrument, she called Yan Feifan down and lay down on her own, allowing Yan Feifan to test several problems.

Afterwards, Qiu Ge began to compare his test data and Yan Feifan's test data.

"There is no problem with this device. The brightness values ​​of various functional centers of my brain are almost the same as before."

Qiu Ge, who confirmed that the instruments and equipment were correct, his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he was looking at Yan Feifan.

"Doctor Yan, a medical genius who can never forget everything..."

"Your brain is indeed different from ordinary people, but it is still very different. The brain activity intensity is at least three to four times that of mine, and the range of activity is more than 1.5 times."

Yan Feifan said vaguely: "I have been known as a genius since I was a child. The development and utilization of this brain must be higher than that of ordinary people."

Noting that there was a dangerous light flashing in Dr. Qiu's eyes, Yan Feifan quickly warned: "Doctor Qiu, don't think about taking me as the subject of research, I can't agree."

Qiu Ge said with some regret: "Don't worry, I'm just thinking about studying your brain."

"You are a great doctor in the future. If I fail to study your brain, I will be torn apart by angry people."

"Come on, let's continue..."

Yan Feifan once again put on the headset with dense micro sensors and started testing.

After a series of 10 or 20 questions and some actions based on the instructions, Yan Feifan finally heard the rustling sound of rain.

He tried his best to relax himself, fantasizing about lying on the comfortable bed and listening to this sound...

When Yan Feifan was awakened by Qiu Ge, he found that nearly fifteen minutes had passed.

He and Dr. Qiu checked the monitoring data recorded by the equipment.

Yan Feifan could clearly see that with the sound of falling rain, the activity at the tail end of his brain stem increased significantly, and the brightness continued to increase in the flashing.

As a result, the brightness of the cerebral cortex gradually became active.

Immediately afterwards, the brightness of each control center of the brain weakens rapidly and becomes dim.

Afterwards, the brightness, which represents the activity intensity of the brain stem, also becomes darker at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Yan Feifan looked at the complete recording process and said: "It can be confirmed that the hypnotic sound of falling rain can affect the sleep control center at the tail end of my brain stem, allowing me to fall asleep quickly."

Qiu Ge nodded and analyzed: "The influence of sound is to stimulate our auditory system through a certain frequency of audio, and then affect our brains."

"This sound has a significant effect on you, but I don't feel it. This should be a specific frequency or melody of this sound that has a targeted effect on you."

Yan Feifan nodded and said, "Next, we need to analyze and process this sound to find out the specific frequency or melody that affects me."

Qiu Ge shook his head in front of Yan Feifan's gaze, "I can't help in this regard."

She suggested: "Doctor Yan, you need to find someone who is proficient in music, find out the melodies contained in this sound, and separate them."

"A technician who can audio-process music is also needed to find out the frequency bands in this sound, and to use different frequency sound waves in this band to synthesize various melodies."

When Yan Feifan heard the words "audio and music", he had a headache.

Although he is known as a genius and has many fields of exploration, for him who is not fully moist, this is like a heavenly book.

This work can only be about seeking help from others.

Yan Feifan sighed: "Most of the research today, when it reaches a certain level, it is becoming more and more interdisciplinary cooperation."

"This brain and medical research on sleep is now going to work with music professionals."

Qiu Ge chuckled and said, "There are two major trends in scientific research today, one is getting more and more detailed, and the other is getting more and more extensive."

"If you are a genius, you can't be proficient in everything."

"Hey, Dr. Yan, I am also very interested in your brain sleep and music research. Can you participate?"

Yan Feifan said happily: "I wish..."

This is not an urgent matter. Both of them still have work tomorrow. They just discussed the research content in a preliminary manner, and left the affiliated hospital together and went home.

Sitting in the Cayenne car back to Zuimo Huating, Yan Feifan replied to an email to a patient with cerebral clot aphasia through his mobile phone.

He wrote in the email that he could puncture along the auditory nerve position of the left ear, reach the position of the clot, and inject ablation agent.

This treatment method can effectively ablate blood clots, but it cannot be guaranteed to cure aphasia.

Yan Feifan also wrote bluntly that this puncture injection will cause hearing loss in the left ear.

As for whether it is a mild loss, a severe loss, or a complete loss of hearing in the left ear, it can only be determined after postoperative examination.

After Yan Feifan finished writing the email, he clicked and sent it directly.

As for whether the patient has read this email, it is not Yan Feifan’s concern that he is willing to risk losing his left ear hearing to pursue the possibility of curing aphasia.

Today's medical environment makes doctors cautious, fearing of getting involved in medical lawsuits.

Although Yan Feifan is known as a master of art and courage, this mutual guard against each other, which has also affected him a lot.

These days, there are all kinds of people...

Yan Feifan returned to his residence. Just after nine o'clock in the evening, he accidentally discovered that Zeng Ni was coming again.

"You haven't returned to the capital yet?"

"I'm back, I'm back."

Zeng Ni explained, and said with concern: "I'm not seeing your high income discussions everywhere on the Internet. I'm very worried, so I came here to see you."

Yan Feifan glanced at her sideways.

"Will you be so kind?"

"Of course, I have always regarded you as a good friend!"

Zeng Ni's face is comparable to a city wall when needed.

She persuaded again: "Freezy, these days, there are many people with dark mentalities, and they always hate others and laugh at others."

"Besides, your high salary is too eye-catching."

"It's so amazing. If you do plastic surgery on someone else in Baining Hospital in the form of a flying knife, this high income can be directly into your pocket without going through the accounts of the affiliated hospital."

If this was put before, Yan Feifan would have been disdainful.

But today, a lot of things happened.

That guy Meng Huaxin obviously had an objection to him. Today, because of a phone call from his leader, he gave up the adjustment of the plastic surgery center. It is difficult to ensure that there will be no trouble in the future.

Saying that you need to prepare for the future is a cunning rabbit.

Thinking of this, Yan Feifan looked at Zeng Ni and said, "Give you a chance, but you need to agree to me a few conditions."

Zeng Ni was stunned and said excitedly: "You said, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse. I will do my best to complete it quickly and well."

Yan Feifan snorted: "I need someone with an ugly appearance and distinctive appearance to have an open teaching plastic surgery."

He added: "The cost of surgery cannot be reduced."

Zeng Ni nodded vigorously and said, "No problem. I know several rich, ugly and open-minded sisters."

Yan Feifan held back his smile and continued: "I have an audio file that records the sound of falling rain. I need professionals who make music to deal with it..."

Before Yan Feifan finished speaking, Zeng Ni said anxiously: "There are many talents in Beijing who play music, and this is a piece of cake..."

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