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Chapter 825: Maybe, it’s not too late

Soon, the three of them arrived at the upper floors of the experimental building.

After walking through the corridor and verifying the access control, Academician Jiang Xinghuai brought the two people into the laboratory.

In the simple laboratory, on the experimental table covered with PVC plastic, there is a silver-white metal mechanical arm intertwined with various small connecting lines and data lines, connected to various testing equipment and computers.

"This is one of the results we are studying, a human bionic robotic arm controlled by neural electrical signals. There are others in other laboratories, and our research team with the National University of Defense Technology mainly works here...

..”

In the laboratory, two researchers wearing white coats, standing in front of the bionics robotic arm and busy doing their own research, noticed the movement at the door and couldn't help but look back.

When they saw Academician Jiang Xinghuai appearing at the door, the two researchers said hello at the same time.

But soon, they all noticed Xu Chuan walking aside. Looking at the figure who was younger than them standing next to Academician Jiang Xinghuai, they were both stunned for a moment.

Immediately, an expression of surprise appeared on the face of the younger researcher among the two, and then he excitedly took two steps forward and spoke.

"You...are you...the God of Sichuan?"

Seeing the other party's excitement, Xu Chuan smiled and replied: "It's me, I didn't disturb your research work."

"No, no, Sichuan...Academician Xu, please sit down quickly and have something to drink. I'll get it?"

Xu Chuan smiled and said: "No need to bother, I just followed your Academician Jiang here to visit your research."

"Oh, okay."

The younger researcher finally calmed down a little and got out of the way.

Xu Chuan followed Academician Jiang Xinghuai into the laboratory and walked to the platform where the human bionics robotic arm was placed.

Looking at this bionic robotic arm, a look of interest appeared in his eyes.

"How far have your research results progressed?"

Academician Jiang Xinghuai looked at the excited researcher with a smile and said, "Xiao Liu, show me to Academician Xu."

"good!"

I asked Researcher Xiao Liu to respond quickly, walked to the computer in three steps, and tapped on the keyboard a few times with his fingers, as if he was starting a certain program.

Immediately, under Xu Chuan's gaze, the bionic robotic arm, which was fixed on the base similar to the human humerus, started to move.

Stretching, pushing, pulling, swinging, twisting, reciprocal movement, making fists, extracting, grasping and other actions that human arms and fingers can do, this bionic robotic arm has performed them all one by one.

Even some abnormal movements that human arms cannot do, such as recurving fingers, rotating wrists close to 360 degrees, etc., are all displayed by this robotic arm.

Looking at the robotic arm in the demonstration, Academician Jiang Xinghuai smiled and explained: "This robotic arm is equipped with a high-precision sensor, which can monitor and control the operating status of the robotic arm in real time."

“Its control system is also very stable and can operate continuously for a long time. It also has various automatic fault detection and correction functions.

"Currently, its main control method is through AI intelligent program control, combined with robot AI, which can replace manual work in completing some repetitive or even complex tasks."

Looking at the flexible bionic robotic arm, Xu Chuan said with an interested look on his face:

"I don't know much about this stuff, but most of the bionic hands on the market can only use the thumb and other two fingers to make simple movements, right?"

On the side, Xu Xiao took the initiative and said: "Well, most of them can only do this, but there are still a few who are top-notch."

"For example, the i-LIMB bionic arm manufactured by the Scottish company "Bionic Contact" can move the fingers like a real hand."

"But even in the whole world, the scope of this robotic arm is one of the best."

Academician Jiang Xinghuai smiled and said: "This is nothing worthy of praise. The flexibility of the robotic arm is not a difficult issue."

"Our next research direction is to replace AI intelligent control with neural electrical signals. This aspect is the real problem."

"In addition to controlling the arm by collecting electrical signals from brain nerves, we are also studying how to transmit the touch sensation touched by this robotic arm back to the brain."

"These are the most difficult parts, and surgery is required to connect the chip of the robotic arm to the human nerves."

As Academician Jiang Xinghuai said, Xu Chuan suddenly remembered something, looked at Xu Xiao, and asked:

"I remember that when you were still with Shuimu, the bioelectrode chip you were studying seemed to be able to receive the signals transmitted back by the controlled equipment, right?"

Xu Xiao nodded and said: "I can receive some vague feedback, but it is not perfect. The simulation between neural signals and electrical signals is too difficult to do."

On the side, Academician Jiang Xinghuai looked over curiously and asked, "Have Xu Xiao studied nerve signals and electrical signals before?"

A smile appeared on Xu Xiao's face and he quickly replied: "When I was a graduate student at Shuimu University, I had some knowledge and research."

"Mizuki..."

Academician Jiang Xinghuai thought for a while and said: "I remember that Shuimu University reported the results of a bioelectrode chip two years ago, which caused quite a stir in the academic community at that time."

"It seems to be research conducted by the School of Life Sciences of Shuimu University, the McGovern Institute for Brain Science, and a virtual technology company called Starlight."

"We went to Shuimu University before and wanted to collaborate on research, but Tsinghua University said that the original scientific research project had been disbanded and the core technology was not in their hands."

"Starlight?"

Hearing this, Xu Chuan looked at Xu Xiao with a strange look on his face. Although he said that he had invested 200 million in her a few years ago, he really didn't know exactly what research he had done.

After all, two hundred million is not much in his opinion.

And isn't it right to support the research work of my only sister? Even if it is all a loss, it doesn't matter.

When he originally invested 200 million and asked to cooperate with Shuimu University in the form of a company, he simply did not want Shuimu University to take advantage of him.

But now it seems that Xu Xiao is smarter than he thought? She actually has the core technology firmly in her own hands?

Xu Xiao smiled sheepishly and said, "Academician Jiang, are you talking about Starlight Virtual Reality Technology Co., Ltd.? That was established by me."

Hearing this answer, Jiang Xinghuai was stunned for a moment, with some surprise on his face, and looked at Xu Xiao.

He really didn't expect that Xu Xiao's research on brain nerve signals was so in-depth.

If he remembered correctly, both Shuimu University and the McGovern Institute for Brain Science have publicly expressed their praise for the bioelectrode chip, believing that this achievement is very likely to be the future of brain nerve signal research.

Being able to be praised like this by a top university and a top neuroscience research institution, even for Xu Chuan's sake, is enough to prove the excellence of the research results of the bioelectrode chip.

Not to mention it is truly top-notch, at least it is definitely very good in China.

To be able to achieve such results during his master's degree, even if Xu Chuan may have given great help later, Xu Xiao's own talent and hard work cannot be ignored.

Looking at Academician Jiang Xinghuai who looked a little surprised, Xu Chuan smiled and explained.

"This girl is still working very hard in academic research. Her doctoral thesis was published in The Lancet. If it hadn't been like this, I wouldn't have brought her here."

"The Lancet?"

Hearing this familiar name, Jiang Xinghuai's eyes became even more surprised.

Not to mention other things, this achievement alone is enough for Xu Xiao to stand at the top of the domestic medical field.

You know, in the past few decades, only more than a hundred people have published The Lancet in China.

Yes, there are more than a hundred people. Although he is not very clear about the specific number, I am afraid that it has only exceeded three digits in the past two or three years.

"The Lancet", it is no exaggeration to say that among all the top journals, regardless of classification, it has the greatest reputation and the greatest influence.

Because this journal has crossed academic boundaries to some extent and has become an important reference for medical policy decision-makers and even key figures in the wider field.

"I haven't heard that The Lancet has recently published papers in the field of neuroscience?"

After recovering from the surprise, Academician Jiang Xinghuai asked curiously.

It's not that he thought Xu Chuan was deceiving him, but he really didn't see it.

After all, their next research direction is brain nerve signals and electrical signals, and they will definitely keep their attention on cutting-edge papers in this area.

If the journal "The Lancet" published a paper in the field of brain neuron, then neither he nor the National University of Defense Technology would miss it.

Xu Xiao bent her crescent moon and said with a smile: "It hasn't been officially published yet, but it should be soon."

Jiang Xinghuai thought for a while, looked at Xu Xiao and said, "Can I see the paper?"

"sure."

.......

After initially finalizing the cooperation with Beihang Institute of Technology, Xu Xiao stayed at Beihang University and continued to learn more about Beihang University's human body bionics mechanical technology.

Xu Chuan returned to the Beihai Hotel to prepare for the International Lunar Biosphere Symposium.

Three days is not long. As the date of the seminar gets closer and closer, scholars from all over the world arrive in Beijing by plane one after another.

On September 25th, it was a sunny and cloudless day in Beijing with a gentle breeze.

Outside the Capital City Hall, there was an endless stream of people coming and going, and it was a scene of busy traffic.

Standing next to the conference hall, two concierges in formal attire greeted every guest who came to the meeting with standard smiles on their faces.

Among the crowd, a young doctor wearing formal attire, with hair that looked like it had been waxed, was looking around curiously.

Seeing foreign scholars with different skin colors coming and going at the door, he couldn't help but complain: "Professor, you said we are building a lunar biosphere, why do you want foreigners to join in?"

"It's not like I can't fix it myself. Can't I fix it myself or do my own experiments?"

Hearing this complaint, a middle-aged professor standing next to him couldn't help but smile and said: "Cooperation is the norm, and win-win is the last word. A super project like the lunar biosphere is not a

The country can do it."

"We have technology and other countries have money. As long as the technology is in our hands, letting other countries invest money and use it can also save their own funds, right?"

Beside me, a student murmured in retort: ​​"That's the truth, but I still don't understand how to let those Western countries come in."

"Especially the Americans. They didn't even let us go to the International Space Station before, and now we are taking them to play with us. I'm really unconvinced."

The middle-aged and elderly professor smiled and shook his head, saying: "Letting other countries join in will be of great help to us."

"Just like now, if it weren't for this project, would you be able to meet so many top biology experts?"

After a slight pause, he looked at his student, and then said: "You kid, please be more enlightened when you attend the meeting this time. Don't be stupid and sit there motionless. Make more friends and interact with other people more."

Let’s chat, maybe the inconspicuous person you are looking for is a Nobel Prize winner?”

"In short, your approach of working on your own thoughts behind closed doors will not work. So many years have passed since the Qing Dynasty. Do you understand using history as a mirror?"

"A great man once said that we must have many friends and few enemies. The development of basic disciplines must not be decoupled from the world. The country must understand this truth better than you, a young boy."

After hearing this instruction, the student finally said nothing more and nodded, indicating that he understood.

After glancing at the students who had responded, the middle-aged and elderly professor smiled again and glanced around the busy crowd, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

The International Lunar Biosphere Project is led by them.

If I had done this before, I would have never dared to think about it.

A few years ago, who would have dared to imagine such a scene today?

In the past, they went abroad to other countries to do research, experiments, and work for each other. Who allowed them to control top scientific research equipment or institutions?

But now, the situation is completely reversed.

Whether it is the Circular Super Particle Collider (CRHPC) or the lunar biosphere project, they are in charge.

Now it is the turn of scholars from other countries to travel thousands of miles to their countries to conduct experiments, conduct research, and work for them.

Seeing the young people coming and going with their tutors to see the world, or coming to participate in research at their own expense, the middle-aged professor couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

It's a pity that I didn't have a good life. It would be wonderful if I were twenty or thirty years younger.

With a sigh in his heart, the middle-aged and elderly professor led his students towards the auditorium.

Perhaps, it's not too late.

It doesn't matter if they suffer a little, as long as the future generations are happy.

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