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Chapter 657 The Surgery Begins! (Second Update!)
Adria turned to the two soldiers beside him, looking puzzled. He wanted to ask, "What do you mean by 'used on a pig'?"

Is it safe to use on pigs?
Unfortunately, the soldier pushing him noticed the movement but did not stop. He simply smiled and continued pushing the wheelchair forward.

It seems that he doesn't care much about Adria's thoughts.

Adrià noticed this and simply shut his mouth, not pressing the matter further. At the same time, he lowered his eyes slightly, not taking the opportunity to look around.

For a moment, the only sounds around them were footsteps and the movement of a wheelchair.

He was quickly taken to the door of Laboratory No. 3.

In Laboratory No. 3, the wild boar, which had completely changed its appearance, was still fixed on the rack. Laboratory personnel wearing protective suits were using the corresponding equipment to continue to examine the muscular wild boar and draw blood.

After staring at the pig for a while, Adria turned to the soldier pushing the wheelchair and asked, "The pig you mentioned for testing, could it be this one?"

The soldier pushing the wheelchair nodded, looking at him with an air of "You really know a lot," and said, "Mr. Adria, you guessed right, this is the pig we used to test the medicine."

He didn't elaborate further, but instead pushed Adria towards the other side of the laboratory.

Before long, they appeared in the reception room. Di Yanjun and his senior brother in the laboratory already knew that a foreigner was coming and had made preparations.

After Adria arrived, they naturally brought some documents with them and appeared in the reception room.

Upon meeting, Di Yanjun did not speak, but simply opened his laptop and showed a video to Adria.

The video shows the pig after it was given the medication.

The video was long, and Adria initially skipped through it, but as he watched, he noticed the pig suddenly changing, so he rewound the video and watched it slowly.

When he saw the pig undergo a significant change after being injected with the drug, his eyes lit up. He practically wanted to jump into the computer or snatch the vial of medicine and gulp it down his throat.

The video was very long, more than three hours long. He fast-forwarded through the first half hour, but watched the remaining two hours bit by bit.

After he finished reading, Di Yanjun approached him, handed him some documents, and explained:
“Mr. Adria, I’m sure our two comrades have already explained it to you briefly. I’ll explain it to you again in detail.”

"After these two comrades finished negotiating with you, they conveyed your situation to us."

"After a comprehensive assessment, we have basically confirmed that your body does not meet the requirements for injecting the relevant medications."

"However, considering your integrity, we have differentiated and adjusted the drug, reducing several protein structures within it."

"Therefore, the effect of this medicine will be somewhat weakened."

"However, after this injection is completed and you have fully absorbed it, your body will be strengthened to a certain extent."

"Once your body has recovered to a certain state, at least not the state it is now, we can give you the full dose of the medication."

"These are two phases, and I need to explain them to you clearly!"

"This is the schedule for the injections, please take a look!"

The materials were immediately presented to Adria by Di Yanjun; they were entirely in English and had clear time stamps.

Adria grabbed the documents and began to read them line by line.

The first injection is a weakened version of the medication, which needs to be combined with exercise and nutrition, and it takes about 6 to 8 months to fully stabilize.

Once things stabilize, you should be able to gain about three extra cell divisions, at which point you can begin the second injection of the drug.

The second injection is the complete dose of the drug. After the injection, the number of cell divisions increases, making the patient appear younger.

After staring at the plan and watching the video on the computer for a long time, Adria turned to Di Yanjun and said, "Professor, so the reason you invited me here today is..."

He didn't continue speaking, but his meaning was very clear.

Di Yanjun smiled and nodded: "Mr. Adria, just as you guessed."

"Because you are our first partner, we Chinese have never been stingy with the first person to try something new."

"Although your funds have not yet arrived, the higher-ups have reached a consensus and decided to administer a weakened version of the drug to you first."

"Please take care of your physical condition."

"At least, this will allow you to complete the next phase of the collaboration in a safe and healthy manner."

"If you need it, we can give you the injection today."

"Or, according to the customs of us Chinese, there is an auspicious day for the injection."

After giving his suggestion, Di Yanjun put on an innocent smile, sat down next to Adria, crossed his legs, and waited for her to make her choice.

Adria held the document, her heart filled with conflict.

He really wanted to get the injection today, but he was also a little skeptical about the drug's effectiveness, or rather, he was a little afraid of dying.

But deep down, I didn't want to postpone the injection at all.

Because he's had the injection, he'll see results in a few hours.

What should I do if I postpone the injection and someone else gets it before me?
Moreover, who knows when the delayed injection will be scheduled? He doesn't want to experience that feeling of knowing there's a chance but having to wait.

Finally, he gave up his hesitation and slammed the proposal in his hand onto the table:

"today!"

"Give me the injection today!"

"Are you sure?" Di Yanjun didn't rush to agree. Instead, he changed his posture, crossing his left leg over his right, and looked at Adria at an angle: "Mr. Adria, you need to confirm!"

“Once the surgery begins, it will not end. Moreover, for your own good, you should postpone it, since you probably still have a lot of work to arrange.”

It would have been fine if work hadn't been mentioned, but once it was, Adria's face noticeably darkened.

With a dark face, he said in a deep voice, "No need to think about it anymore, it's today!"

"Give me two hours, I'll get the work arranged, and then we'll start the injections."

Di Yanjun seemed to have anticipated this situation. After Adria finished speaking, he clapped his hands, the door to the reception room opened, and two other men in military uniforms entered the reception room and placed a mobile phone in front of Adria.

After putting down their phones, the two stepped aside, and Di Yanjun's voice rang out from the side: "This is a key confidential area, and we hope Mr. Adria can understand."

"I'll go prepare your surgery now. Once you've finished, please return the phone to these two." He stood up as he spoke and walked out of the meeting room with his senior brother, while the two soldiers stood by, watching Adria make the call.

Adria did not refuse, and in front of the two soldiers, he began to give orders to the steward in Hebrew:
"I am safe now, and after discussion, I have decided to get an injection today."

"The whole process is expected to take about 8 hours. If I don't return after 8 hours, you can take my seal to the Swiss bank. After it is verified, the Swiss bank will give you a box."

"Inside the box is my will, which I made a long time ago. The chosen heir is Sylvester. There are also nine letters inside the box, in black and white. Give the black envelopes to Sylvester."

"Take all the white envelopes; they'll be very useful to you."

"That's all I have to say! I'm hanging up now. Wish me luck!"

After handing over all the tasks, Adria returned the phone to the two soldiers beside her, smiled at them, and said in English:
"Please take me to the operating room."

The two soldiers didn't say much, they just put away their phones and pushed Adria toward the operating room.

The operating room was actually a laboratory that had been temporarily emptied out.

In the middle was the operating table, surrounded by a bunch of equipment for emergency treatment and monitoring. Di Yanjun was busy next to the operating table, preparing medications according to the prescribed ratio.

After all, this is a person.

He's still over 90 years old. If the other person can really reverse aging according to the analysis, he doesn't need to live too long; he just needs to become a little younger.

They could all approach Lin Yi, ask him to agree, and then use these things to publish dozens of papers.

What follows will be a major victory for the biomedical community.

Hearing the sound of the wheelchair, he turned around, pointed to the operating table, and said to Adria, "It's a bit rudimentary, please don't mind. It will take about 20 minutes to prepare the necessary medications."

"Okay!" Perhaps because the injection was about to be administered, Adria was no longer as impatient as she had been at the beginning. Instead, she leaned back in her wheelchair and quietly appreciated everything in front of her.

Twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Di Yanjun prepared the medicine and then called to the male nurses next to him to carry Adria onto the operating table.

With the help of the male nurses, Adria was lifted onto the operating table and strapped in. Once everything was ready, the anesthesiologist smiled, took out a needle, and gave him an injection.

Within two or three minutes, Adria fainted.

After he recovered from his unconsciousness, Di Yanjun frowned and asked, "Um... there shouldn't be anything in his stomach, right?"

At that one sentence, the anesthesiologist, who was tidying up bottles of anesthetic, stopped and slowly turned his head. "What did you say?"

The next second, Di Yanjun waved his hand gently: "It's alright, I won't blame you if you die!"

"Oh!" The anesthesiologist quickly turned around, packed his things in a flash, and ran away with them.

After the anesthesiologist left, Di Yanjun picked up the indwelling needle and began to administer it to the 90-year-old man.

After inserting four indwelling needles, he dragged over the stand with the nutrient solution hanging on it and started infusing the nutrient solution through the indwelling needles.

The nutrient solution was started to be delivered, and he took out the first injection that needed to be given from the insulated cabinet next to him, adjusted it, and gently injected it into Adria's body through the indwelling needle.

After giving the injection and putting the syringe away, his gaze fell on the monitoring instrument next to him.

As the medication circulated throughout the body via the bloodstream, Adria's heart rate began to gradually increase, though not rapidly, generally remaining around 100 beats per minute.

After observing the heartbeat for half an hour and confirming that it was not too abnormal, Di Yanjun took out the second injection and administered it.

After the second shot, the procedure is the same as the first shot: observe external details, heart rate, and other indicators.

The observation period was also longer than the first injection, lasting a full hour before the third injection was given.

After observing the patient for two full hours between the third and fourth injections, it was found that the patient's breathing remained stable, and although the heart rate increased, it was still around 120. All the patient's bodily functions were normal before Di Yanjun administered the fourth injection.

Just over 10 minutes after the injection, Adria's heart rate started to accelerate, jumping from around 125 to 160.

The person on the operating table, like a dying fish, began to struggle frantically.

"A shot in the arm!"

As she spoke, the nurse handed Di Yanjun the heart stimulant injection. He turned around and casually injected the injection into Adria.

The heartbeat didn't slow down, but the grimace on the person's face on the operating table began to fade slowly, and they seemed to feel a little better.

As Adria's expression calmed, his hair began to fall out, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to gradually fade.

Seeing this, Di Yanjun reached out and turned up the switch on the nutrient solution infusion tube.

Watching the nutrient solution disappear rapidly into Adria's body, he asked the nurse to bring recording equipment to record Adria's condition.

Before the recording was even finished, all four packets of nutrient solution, totaling 8 kilograms, had been delivered.

He quickly had the nurse attach four more packets, stopped recording, and then took out the fifth injection and gave it to Adria.

The last injection didn't produce as strong a reaction as the fourth.

The nutrient solution is disappearing much faster now.

The nutrient solution, which could have lasted 24 hours, was completely drained in less than half an hour.

This stuff is specially made; one pack costs over 1 yuan.

Four packs, 40,000 yuan!
But when Di Yanjun thought about what Leng Yun had said—that this guy had signed a $50 billion investment contract—he felt that this guy deserved it.

He took the recording equipment from the nurse, stood beside her with his arms crossed, and carefully observed Adria's changes, recording whatever came to mind.

When the nutrient solution was changed to the 5th round, Adria underwent very obvious changes. Her wrinkled skin began to become smooth, and her sunken eye sockets and nose, which were originally just a piece of bone, slowly became fuller.

Looking at these changes, Di Yanjun scratched his chin and looked at the nurses beside him: "What do you think about using this for cosmetic procedures?"

Several female nurses also peeked over, their expressions a mixture of surprise and approval, and they nodded vigorously.
"It's a great idea, but I don't know if the leaders will be willing to accept it."

"I guess she's unwilling," Di Yanjun muttered to himself, continuing to describe Adria's changes to the recording equipment.

At the same time, he adjusted the camera next to him so that it could capture a clearer image.

(End of this chapter)