Huang Liang didn't understand what "inductive response of the nerve bundles before and after the chip" meant. Nerve bundle is a medical or biological term, but what does it have to do with chips? Biological nerves do have discharge phenomena, and the principle of nerve transmission is the transmission of electrical signals, but he had never heard of the term "inductive response".
Dickinson glanced at Huang Liang and said, "Oh, ancient China medicine is indeed amazing. Is Dr. Huang a traditional China medicine doctor?"
Huang Liang was surprised that Dickinson would use the term "old Chinese medicine doctor" to describe him; it seemed that this old man was quite knowledgeable about China culture.
He smiled somewhat awkwardly and said, "I learned traditional Chinese medicine on my own. Only those who are not only highly skilled in medicine but also of high moral character deserve to be called 'old traditional Chinese medicine practitioners,' and I am clearly not one of them."
Dickinson, on the contrary, was filled with respect. "Mr. Huang, you are absolutely right! Then, you must be a descendant of the old Chinese medicine practitioners, right?"
Huang Liang said, "No, I studied clinical medicine; I learned traditional Chinese medicine on my own."
Dickinson was a little surprised. "Self-taught people are all geniuses!" He looked at Mei Yiqiu, clearly wanting to ask him what was going on.
Mei Yiqiu laughed heartily and said, "Don't worry, I'm not senile yet! Mr. Huang is an excellent surgeon, a graduate of Erasmus University Rotterdam, and has performed many successful surgeries. His medical skills are beyond doubt. Look at his hands; they are the most stable hands I've ever seen. Give him a quantum scalpel, and he can operate on atoms!"
Huang Liang was startled, unsure whether Professor Mei was joking or implying something. He instinctively reached out to grasp the teacup, but the water inside remained completely still.
Dickinson said, "May, I don't need a surgeon."
"I told you, I just wanted him to try acupuncture."
"However, Vancouver is not without good acupuncturists."
"Yes, there are acupuncturists everywhere. But which acupuncturist is truly proficient in modern medicine, understands the structure of the human nervous system, and has even cut open the spinal canal nerve bundle for observation? Conversely, which neurosurgeon understands traditional Chinese medicine and knows acupuncture? I dare say, you could search all over Canada and you wouldn't find someone who is both proficient in neurosurgery and traditional Chinese medicine."
Huang Liang grew increasingly nervous. How did Mei Yiqiu know that he had undergone spinal canal surgery? He had only tried it once when he removed the brain of that vegetative patient in Wuzhong. Later, he repeatedly replicated the process of that surgery in his dreams, which gave him a deeper understanding of the brain and nervous system.
Of course, this doesn't mean Mei Yiqiu knows his past. Because in his new resume, he is a surgeon at a famous hospital in the Netherlands, who has performed major surgeries, and it's not unusual for him to have performed spinal nerve surgery.
Dickinson thought for a moment and said, "Well, you're right. Back in Princeton, you were known for having a lot of clever ideas."
Mei Yiqiu laughed and said, "You just want to say that I'm naughty and ignorant!"
Dickinson laughed, "To put it another way, you really are an incompetent fool. You've studied biology, physics, and psychology, but if you could focus a little more, your achievements might not be any less than Lester's. Just like if you had been more focused in your relationships, maybe Selina wouldn't have left New Jersey."
Mei Yiqiu glared at him, her stiff hair standing on end, and said sternly, " Charlie, don't think you're immune to anger just because you're an old friend. Don't mention Selina again; that's all ancient history."
Dickinson laughed heartily, "Alright, alright, I won't mention it anymore. I just wanted to tell you, focus, you still have a chance to catch up with Lester, at least you won't be worse than Jack Yang and Miyamoto Jo."
"Am I worse than them now?" Mei Yiqiu said, quite unconvinced.
Seeing the professor's glaring and defiant expression, like a child, Huang Liang suddenly found him endearing and lovable.
Huang Liang had long heard of Mei Yiqiu's great reputation, knowing him to be a great scientist, but also someone with a rather unapproachable temper. He had heard from people at Three Wu University that Mei often disregarded even the president and mayor. Huang Liang assumed that such a person must be arrogant, unsmiling, and even exceptionally strict, but after meeting him in Los Angeles, his previous impression was completely overturned.
This scientific genius was not only different from the legends, but was also very easy to get along with. He was a childlike, innocent, and adorable person. His so-called eccentricities were simply that he was not good at interpersonal communication and was somewhat out of step with the social norms.
But is he really that naive? Huang Liang doesn't think so.
His naiveté was completely different from that of naive young girls. It wasn't that he was ignorant of social etiquette, but rather that he didn't fall for it. It wasn't that he lacked shrewdness, but rather that he disdained to use it. In his view, those were low-level games, and truly intelligent people didn't bother with such tactics.
Dickinson said, "Of course, you're no less capable than them. Remember how glorious it was when you were publishing paper after paper, dropping bombshells in theoretical physics and psychology! You even tried to combine psychology and physics; your ambition was so great back then!"
Mei Yiqiu's face darkened. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing more.
Dickinson continued, "I know you're doing some mysterious and great experiments, like that box of yours, which in a few years will have an impact on the world that no one can match. But you must also admit that you haven't made any progress at the forefront of theoretical science all these years. Meanwhile, Jack Yang has made a breakthrough in proving the fifth force through beryllium decay, Miyamoto Jo's progress in supersymmetry theory is also remarkable. They are all your old friends and old rivals!"
Mei Yiqiu snorted, "Hmph, they're nothing! If it weren't for their meddling, I wouldn't have abandoned Selina back then."
"You mentioned Selina yourself, don't blame me! Haha..." Dickinson grinned from ear to ear, seemingly recalling something. "That time you and Selina went on a date, I remember it was at Lake Carnegie, right? It's such a great place for couples to meet, many people tasted the forbidden fruit there for the first time. When Miyamoto Jo and Jack Yang excitedly came to tell you that their magnetohydrodynamic experiment had made new progress and would soon disprove your hypothesis, you actually abandoned Selina and ran back to the school lab for a whole week. A week later, when you came out of the lab, your shirt still had Selina's lipstick stain on it!..."
Mei Yiqiu pointed at him and said, "Hehe, that's enough!"
Dickinson persisted, "No, no, I just can't help thinking about it! Others are blinded by love and ruin their careers; you, however, were blinded by science and ruined your love!"
Mei Yiqiu said dejectedly, "That's the thing I regret most in my life, but it's too late to undo it!"
"But didn't Selina come to you again later? Why didn't you say a few kind words? She's not an unreasonable person. She likes you, and naturally understands your aspirations and personality."
"Yes. But the problem is, I did more than just that one stupid thing, and she didn't come to hear my explanation or apology."
"Then what was her reason?"
"To get her bra back... I slipped it into my pocket by Mei Yiqiu Lake Carnegie for convenience. Later, in the lab, I took it out again and used it as... a rag..."
Not only Dickinson, but Huang Liang almost spat out his tea, and even the usually stern Hou Biao couldn't hold back his laughter.
The professor didn't mind talking about such embarrassing things in front of young people, spreading his hands and saying, "It was just something I did on the spur of the moment, I really didn't think much of it!"