"That's good." Dr. Li nodded and sighed. "Although so many years have passed, you still have to pay attention to dietary problems. Tobacco, alcohol, spicy, and you should touch less of these things. Including foods with high sugar content... Alas, it's been so long, and you must have been used to it."

Speaking of this, he patted his head.

"In fact, I have something important tonight and I want to go to the bar..." Turing laughed.

"It's not that you can't drink it, it's just that you're less touching. After all, you're a young man and it's been so many years. Many organ transplants have a large number of older organ transplants... Speaking of which, they provided you with organs..."

"Actually, I'm mainly doing my grandfather's business today." Turing put away his smile and interrupted Dr. Li.

Dr. Li's eyes changed, he immediately lowered his head and took a sip of tea. His fingers gently tapped the tea cup and remained silent for a while.

Then he raised his head and smiled reluctantly: "Sorry, I'm talking a little too much subconsciously..."

Turing shook his head and didn't care:

"My grandfather was also hospitalized in your hospital. His condition was quite serious. He just confirmed that he had switched to conservative treatment. I mainly came to pay the money."

"Pay the money?" Dr. Li looked puzzled, "How did you find me here?"

"I have a sum of money on my hands and it is not convenient for my family to know. I was going to find a donation channel for the hospital. I don't believe the others in the hospital, but I still remember you and hope you can help me."

"Well... let me see. Which bed number?"

Dr. Li pondered for a while, opened a computer with a hard surface cut at his hand, and checked the archives on it.

“741.”

Dr. Li checked in the internal system of the hospital. He clicked on the screen and was stunned for a moment. There was a hint of sympathy in his eyes when he looked at Turing.

"Uremia...and tumors. The organs are seriously aging..."

He put down the teacup heavily.

"Turing, you have to be mentally prepared. Your grandfather may not only need treatment, but also needs a kidney transplant..."

"I understand. How long can one million last?"

"One million?"

Dr. Li was stunned for a moment and looked at the young man in front of him in surprise.

When did this kid become so rich? I remember that his father seemed to be an executive of a large company... No, it was his personal expense. Could it be that he was successful in starting a business? But now in his twenties, shouldn't he be in college...

As if he had thought of something, Dr. Li looked at Turing seriously:

"Turing, you won't drag your body to sell your kidneys, right?"

Seeing Dr. Li's face feeling gloomy and gloomy, Turing was suddenly confused after asking this question: "Don't worry, Dr. Li, my kidneys are well... The source of this money is definitely legal."

It’s just that the method may be a bit of a slight edge. He added in his heart.

Seeing Turing's relaxed expression and his face looked healthy. Although he was still confused, Dr. Li believed that the patient he had once had not ruined the money he had received for his health.

"Okay, then I won't ask. But don't do anything illegal or disorderly." Dr. Li reminded him, and then returned to the topic:

"Internal medicine treatment requires time and money. In the surgery department, we are not sure whether your grandfather can hold on, and your grandfather's situation has also given him a low requirement for the surgeon. Not to mention anything else, for uremia... the best way is to wait for donations... and wait for the volunteer organ bank to add a suitable one. For this million, we can only do our best to help your grandfather continue his life..."

"About a month..."

Dr. Li's tone was cautious, especially when talking about "organ donation", he even lightened his voice and eased his statement, fearing that he would stimulate Turing.

"Actually, I read the report. Your grandfather is in a pretty good mental state, which is actually quite rare."

"I see."

Turing nodded, but his expression did not change much.

In fact, he didn't think the hospital could really cure his grandfather, especially after he obtained his phantom limbs.

Extraordinary abilities always give people a feeling of being omnipotent and trying to do everything. Turing is no exception. For the hospital, he believes more that he can use his own abilities to find medical technology to heal his grandfather.

In about a month, even if there isn't in the real world, there must be one on the train.

The money is to help my grandfather on the one hand, and to reduce the burden on the family on the other hand.

Turing transferred one million to the hospital's charity channel according to the procedures provided by Dr. Li, and the money would be transferred separately to grandpa's treatment.

After completing all this, Turing was about to get up and say goodbye, asking his little sister to finish the milk tea, and he would go to find Sax tonight.

But at this time, a rapid knock came from the office door, and it was quickly opened by people outside-

"Vice President Li, another body was missing in the morgue."

Two policemen returned.

"What?!"

Hearing the words of the two policemen, Dr. Li stood up and walked to the door:

"Lost again?!"

"Yes, come and have a look first. Or do you need to deal with it here first..."

The policeman in charge said, turning his eyes to Turing.

"You can wait for me to drink tea."

Dr. Li ordered Turing, gave him an apologetic look, and then hurriedly left with the two policemen.

Looking at the closed office door, Turing was about to get up and sat down again.

Relying on the chair, Turing gently pressed her chest, feeling the beating heart inside, and some memories emerged from her mind.

Then he lowered his hand and glanced at the office layout for a week.

There are some gadgets that middle-aged and elderly people will like on the table, a large number of documents, a thick laptop. There is a painting hanging on the wall, and some red pennants piled in the corner...

After confirming that there was no monitoring, the molecular deciphering line drilled out of the sleeve and connected it to Dr. Li's computer around the desktop.

"Computers containing some degree of encryption...but it is not difficult to break... The entire system channel is perfect and the layout is tight. As long as it is not read in an instant, the amount of information will be less impacted."

Thinking quickly entered the hospital system, where Turing searched for data.

He did not have a special purpose in doing this, and he did not pay much attention to theft of corpses. However, what he was curious about is that since Tektronix prosthetics have gradually appeared, will there be any clues in medical supplies?

With a little curiosity and attempt, Turing went deep into the hospital's internal system and finally found a file called [Star Alliance Surgical Robot].

Judging from the archives, this is a device that a hospital is about to introduce.

However, this is not very representative. Until Turing found many analyses of medical prosthetics in a bunch of medical papers.

Moreover, the word here is not "prosthetic", but "prosthetic body".

Judging from the topics of physician papers in recent years, a large number of academic reports on "human nerves" and "small artificial organs" have suddenly emerged since last year.

Turing even saw a neurological research academic report submitted by a gynecologist and an anorectal physician... This made him want to complain about the prosthetics of these two big guys being prepared to study where they were prosthetics.

"There were signs of medicine a year ago. If Tektronix technology is gradually popularized into the civilian scope, its impact on the entire society will be huge..."

After reading these, Turing also looked through the information and surveillance cameras in the morgue.

"There are data outages and abnormal data here, and the surveillance video has been obviously cut off... Although I don't know much about this, the data will not lie."

Turing, who could directly enter the data, obviously noticed many data abnormalities and found the residue on a port. He guessed that it should be traces of the intrusion program.

"Are you trying to steal a corpse for an autopsy or another purpose? But that's a bit unnecessary. There are many bloody conflicts in Heiling District. Catching homeless people in the suburbs is more reliable than this..."

Turing swept through the archives of several lost corpses, and seemed to have no connection with each other, so he was ready to exit the system. He had no time to trek into this muddy water.

However, just as he was about to disconnect, a real-time monitoring of data caught his attention:

A man in a loose white coat and a mask was pushing a moving hospital bed into the elevator.

Even if there is a mask on the face, it is difficult to cover up the man's young face.

It can even be said to be immature.

The person on the hospital bed looked purple, wearing the special respirator that Turing had seen in the elevator before, covering his entire lower half of his face and his eyes were closed.

Turing entered the elevator monitoring and carefully observed the moving bed. The man looked up at the surveillance probe and poked his hand out. It seemed to support the bed, but it actually blocked the patient's face.

"This is a corpse."

Turing made a conclusion to the people in the hospital bed.

"But why do I feel so familiar to this corpse thief..."

Turing felt something. Seeing that the floors in the elevator were gradually lowering, he interrupted the connection of the molecular deciphering line, took out his mobile phone and called a phone that existed in a long time ago, but did not put it in his ear to wait for the answer. Instead, he placed the mobile phone on the desktop, and then entered the molecular deciphering line, watching the man in the elevator monitoring was descending to the second floor.

When the elevator descended to the first floor, the man's body trembled suddenly, then quickly reached into his arms, took out a black mobile phone, hesitated for a moment, and answered it in his ear.

"Hello……?"

Hearing a tender voice with an accent from the cell phone on the table, coupled with the man's characteristics exposed to the camera, he hung up the phone directly.

He knows who this is.

When I first went to the Big Bird Bar, there was a little assistant of a black doctor, who seemed to be named Hills. He told him about Togar and his group's plans, and gave him a U disk equipped with a little bit of tech hunter sighting information, and told him that he wanted to become a tech hunter.

Although he gave Turing his own phone number, Turing never called.

"When you are doing black work, you will answer the phone casually... But why do you steal corpses so far from the Heiming District? Moreover, it's only eight o'clock, and it's not the right time at all."

This kind of theft should at least be carried out late at night, not now, the chance of being discovered is too high.

At this time, Turing's thinking suddenly stopped.

The real-time data of all cameras is temporarily lost and then quickly recovered. A large amount of abnormal data is accompanied by.

"So that's it... someone is helping him."

Disconnected, Turing wrote down the phone number of Dr. Li that he had just obtained in the system on his phone, and then left the vice president's office.

An inconspicuous matte black mechanical bug flew out of his clothes and chased in the direction of Hills.
Chapter completed!