"What will happen if it cannot be fused?" the little Taoist priest asked with a frown.

"In modern medical treatment, how do we deal with people who have lost excessive blood?" the doctor suddenly asked.

"Of course that's a blood transfusion?" Duoduo said dissatisfied, "Doctor, I know you are proficient in medical skills, but you should not bully children. I still know about such a simple thing."

"Yes, for people who have lost excessive blood, we directly use blood transfusions. This is the most effective method - there are only so many types of human blood, but different blood types are not compatible with each other. Once type A blood is transfused

When it comes to people with type O blood, that person will die immediately. Many people know this, right?" the doctor asked.

"Doctor, what you mean is that if genes cannot be fused, they will die?" The little Taoist priest finally understood.

"Yes!" There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of the doctor's mouth. If he could ensure gene fusion, then his emergence project would be completely perfect.

If he can integrate other genes into human genes to promote metabolism and never run out, then - immortality will no longer be a dream.

"Think about it, if I can completely master the art of gene fusion, then it won't be a problem if I fuse the genes of birds into the human body and let people grow two beautiful bird wings, right?" the doctor said suddenly.

"Doctor, you don't want to say that you have to carry this beautiful birdman to the Vatican and tell the Pope - look, this is your angel, remember to serve him well!" The fat man patted his head and chuckled.

He said, "I can already imagine the Pope's not-so-good-looking face."

When the fat man said this, this originally somewhat heavy topic suddenly became a little funny.

The doctor couldn't help laughing and said: "Those who know me are fat people - so, if I could completely master the art of gene fusion, what kind of monster would I create? I would just make an archangel and take him out in a cool way.

, How good would it be to go to the Pope? Where can the beauty of Daji be so popular with angels?"

"That's right, that's right." The fat man nodded vigorously, "Doctor, you see, I have helped you take care of Xiao Tang for so many years. I have worked hard without any merit. Besides, when you always wanted to kill me, I didn't even complain -

—Doctor, when will you get an angel to come out and play with me, how about you? Daji is also a beauty, I won’t choose."

Mentioning what happened back then, the doctor was furious: "How dare you say that I asked you to take Xiao Tang out for a walk, and you almost killed Xiao Tang for him. If it weren't for your grandfather's sake, I wouldn't kill him."

You’re the weird one.”

"I know, I was wrong..." The fat man said with a sad face. Well, he took the wrong path back then, but you really can't blame him, and he wasn't the only one who made the mistake?

"Doctor..." The little Taoist priest frowned. He really couldn't blame the fat man alone. He was also responsible.

"So far, I haven't been able to fuse." The doctor looked at the little Taoist priest and shook his head. "In the past two years, I have carefully thought about the two possible reasons."

"Ah?" Duoduo exclaimed and asked hurriedly, "Doctor, have you found the reason?" Finding the reason means that a solution can be found. If the reason cannot be found, it will be troublesome.

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Chapter completed!