Chapter 247： My lawn...

Hal Smith was furious and looked at him with a sneer: "Your name is Tarosa?"

Tang Fang nodded: "Yes."

"Who sent you here?"

"The minister sent me here."

"Minister?" Hal snorted coldly: "Go back and tell Eleanor,'please me', you can find someone who is polite next time. If you want to use violence to coerce, huh, I will say nothing. Luodi told Lord Lancelot about this."

"Yeah, a lot of age, my temper is not young." Unlike Asari, whose expression has changed drastically, Tang Fang still has a calm expression: "No, no, no, I never do such coercion. In fact, I prefer to persuade people with morality rather than violence."

"Use strong, that's his style." Tang Fang raised his head and glanced at Howson, and then looked down at Hal Smith: "I will let you follow me willingly."

"What?" Hal Smith seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world: "Boy, it's daytime, it's not time to dream."

The old professors nearby all looked at him with idiotic expressions.

You must know that Hal is a deity-level figure. If he speaks, the splashed water, since he said it in front of so many people, he will not go with him, even if the Governor comes, it is no use.

"Is this kid crazy?" said a 40-year-old associate professor.

A middle-aged man with a flat nose pulled him: "Speak carefully, that kid is from the health system."

"What happened to the people in the health system? I offended Professor Hal, he couldn't eat."

"That's not necessarily true, what if he is a noble child?"

"Children of the nobles? No matter how noble and noble is Lord Lancelot? You must know that the duchess' brain disease was cured by the help of Professor Hall."

"..."

On the other side, the expressions on the faces of several security guards were like swallowing a rotten egg in one bite. It was so ugly and ugly. Both sides couldn't afford to offend. Maybe they would have to be blamed by the school's senior management afterwards.

"Ta...Tarosa, he...he is Professor Hal." Asali tugged Tang Fang's arm. Whispered in his ear. She didn't want the noble boy she just caught up to lose power because of offending Hal Smith.

Tang Fang turned his head and smiled at her, reached between his hands, took out a miniature PDA from his arms, and threw it in front of Hal. "Professor Hal, if you can stand firm after reading the content above. Then assume that I have never been here."

After speaking, he winked at Aros and Howson, turned and walked towards the entrance.

"Tarosa, wait for me." Asali quickly followed.

"Huh, self-righteous kid." Hal turned the mini PDA in his palm casually and swept lightly with the corner of his eye.

Who thought it was this quick glance. He was stunned, his dim old eyes were getting more and more glorious, and even the hand holding the PDA was shaking slightly.

"How is it possible? How is it possible? Why does he have this information?" Hal's forehead was already sweating, and when he browsed to the end of the page and tremblingly pressed the page key, a dialog box appeared in the center of the screen.

"Professor Hal, do you want to read the following?" There was a smiley face symbol behind.

Old Hal was about to collapse. The content on the PDA is a piece of research data about neurons in the cerebral cortex, which is more accurate and comprehensive than all the data he has now. A few years ago, he published a paper on "Bioelectrical stimulation of neurons can treat functional atrophy of the cerebral nervous system".

At the current level of science, it is impossible to analyze the human brain bioelectrical network in detail, and it is difficult to obtain the parameters required for bioelectrical stimulation therapy. As a result, the research on this conceptual medical program has been stagnant. status. however. Nowadays, the data that you want to get in your dreams appear under your nose. As long as you have them, this treatment plan will produce breakthrough progress, from theoretical research to clinical experiment.

For a researcher, is there anything more exciting than a breakthrough in a research project?

These data are provided on the PDA. However, it is an incomplete data. This feeling is like a person holding a feather duster all over the body, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are all itchy and uncomfortable.

no no. It's like being grasped by a pretty girl with beautiful face, long legs and white skin when she feels swollen and uncomfortable, but she just doesn't move.

In the distance, Tang Fang's figure went further and further away, Professor Hal grabbed his heart anxiously and followed? If you lose face, don't follow? Will definitely be suppressed internal injuries.

"You said that I am more serious than a young man, and I have suffered from the consequences..."

The old professor's intestines were all regretful. He turned his head and looked at the unknown people behind him. Then he looked at the unhurried Tang Fang in front of him. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. He shouted: "Young man, wait for me, I will tell you. go."

After that, a gust of wind seemed to catch up, and his footsteps were light as if he had knocked three kilograms of "Viaike", and the whole person was ecstatic.

Everyone at the entrance of the venue blinked, their faces stunned.

"What happened, I'm not mistaken, right? That old guy was subdued?" a female professor mumbled.

"What's on the PDA? How can that old fellow, Hal, be so anxious as to enter the bridal chamber with a forty-year-old bachelor?" The speaker was a 70-year-old professor who was older than Hal Smith.

"Professor Hal's running posture is too ecstasy..." This is the thought of some young people.

Asari looked at Hal Smith, who was quickly catching up behind him, with a demented expression. The look in her eyes was like the ripples of a boulder sinking into the lake, wave after wave, endless.

This completely surpassed her expectations. Professor Hal not only subdued in public, but also followed up like a pug. Do you know that the big man who saved the life of the Duchess was so tame for the young man in front of him? It's incredible.

Looking up at Tang Fang, her heart was like being smeared with honey, and then she baked a golden slice on the campfire, sweet, hot and fragrant.

"Puff, puff..." The heartbeat increased, and his whole body almost fell into his arms.

If you can spend a good night with such an excellent man, hug in the same bed, and something happens, then it is simply a gift from heaven. As long as you can climb him, you will have your status, wealth, and wishful Langjun.

Soon, a few people left the front hall and came to the long steps outside.

The previous male students hadn't left yet. Seeing that they went fast and came out fast, I felt a little surprised. But when they saw Hal Smith who was following behind the four of them, all their eyes widened.

Why are they waiting here? It’s not that I hope that after the meeting, I can find the seniors I admire to say a few words and perform well. If they can win favor and be accepted as students by well-known professors, then they will be like dragons and have a firm foothold in the medical field. .

"That's Professor Hal. Even if he is a nobleman, he wouldn't dare to ignore the professor like that." Joel, the boy who held the book in his hand, hesitated for a long time but still didn't dare to go up and talk, the two strong men faintly revealed A murderous look made him frightened.

Darwin, who was of the same type as Asari, pressed his lips tightly, his expression cold. Asari almost squeezed most of her body into the arms of the man who was walking in the front, a pair of **** **** like two big white rabbits, grinding his arms up and down. This picture made him angry, and the fat water flowing into the field of outsiders felt like thousands of ants were gnawing on the body, itching, pain and forehead.

The fake ladies behind were full of self-sorrowful expressions, their index fingers twisted their clothes gently: "If someone is a daughter, she would be so good."

"Puff." A boy shivered suddenly on the stone bridge not far away. He tilted his body and plunged his head into the creek.

...

There were only two Chariots of Fire. Tang Fang ordered Aros and Hal Smith to take one, and he and Howson to take another.

Seeing that she didn't have her own position, Asali was anxious and pulled Tang Fang's arm vigorously.

"Miss Asari, I'm really sorry, I must send Professor Hal away first. This is work!" Tang Fang said politely.

"Then...what about that person?" Asari twitched.

Tang Fang thought for a while, then tapped a few buttons on the wrist video device. After a while, Assari’s video device rang out.

"These two days will be very busy at work and may not be able to answer the phone. Please be sure to send me a text message. Goodbye, my beautiful Miss Asari." After speaking, he lowered his head into the chariot of fire. As soon as Hausen blushed and stepped on the gas pedal, the car rushed out with a whine.

The gust of wind lifted her skirts, revealing snow-white thighs and a hint of black and gray. Asari looked at the email account on the video camera, with a successful smile at the corner of her mouth.

After the car drove a certain distance, Howson finally couldn't help laughing: "Boss, when did you learn Byron's set?"

Tang Fang leaned on one side crookedly: "On a whim..."

"You don't really tell her your email account, do you?" Howson asked again.

Tang Fang whistled: "That's her father's."

"Her father?"

"Well, it's used to hunt beauty."

"Boss..."

"Ok?"

"You are too bad, UU reading is really my idol."

"Forget it, I will be very troubled to have fans like you."

"..."

Thirty minutes later, the two cars parked in the outer suburbs of Orovia, in front of Hal Smith's research institute.

On the way back, Tang Yi asked Hal Smith to go to Wendenbat to treat a brain injury patient on the grounds of a secret mission in the health system.

The old professor deeply doubted Tang Fang's special missions full of loopholes, but what does it matter whether the missions are true or not? Those data are what he dreams of.

If there are data and clinical experiment subjects, it can save the dead, why not do it?

Hal Smith's original intention was to let them bring Tang Lin to the research institute, but after inquiring in detail about the equipment needed for "bioelectric stimulation", Tang Fang rejected this suggestion. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, and your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read it.)