Trafford’s Trading Club

"Let me go! Who are you? Let me go! This is illegal confinement! It's a crime...let me go!"

Through the glass, you can see several medical staff holding down Dr. French's hands and feet with difficulty. Of course, it's not that these medical staff can't control Dr. French, but because they are afraid of hurting Dr. French. , so the task of suppression becomes particularly difficult.

This is already the third day after the first hate meeting of the expert panel.

Mr. Offee's face was covered with stubble, and he had not left the hospital during this period. The red eyes and dark circles made Mr. Offee's image look very bad.

"Mr. Offee, Dr. French's memory has regressed again...but his brain activity is even stronger than yesterday." The attending doctor looked at the report on hand at this time.

Mr. Aoife said quietly at this time: "His memory at this time should be when he was about twenty-six years old."

The attending doctor was stunned for a moment, then quickly opened the various reports on hand, "When you were around twenty-six years old?"

Mr. Aoife sighed and said: "He just said that he would accompany me to watch Boz's championship event. This is the event that he promised to take me to when I was eight years old... It was a birthday gift."

Because he needed to diagnose the cause of Dr. French's disease in more detail, Mr. Offee had already told the story that Dr. French had Alzheimer's disease, and through various means, found the person who quietly helped him. Dr. French's doctor who treated the disease obtained Dr. French's medical records over the past two years.

However, these data still cannot explain the problem of Dr. French's brain activity at this time.

Because the brain is frantically extracting nutrients from the body, Dr. French wakes up only a short time a day, but every time he wakes up, his memory goes backwards.

He is getting 'younger' as he lives longer... Thinking about it this way, some doctors on the expert team couldn't help but put forward a hypothesis: Will Dr. French's memory regress to his infancy in the end, and finally become an ignorant person? 'Baby'... Even, maybe when his memory goes back to the original time, maybe it will be the end of the Doctor's life.

"Let me go...let me go..."

The medical staff are injecting Dr. French with a sedative, which can slightly stop the activity of the doctor's brain. But when he wakes up, his activity will be further enhanced. Repeatedly, it can only be a way to quench his thirst by drinking poison.

Seeing Dr. French's half-closed eyes, Mr. Offee suddenly shuddered, "Stop...make them stop!"

"Mr. Aoife, if we stop now, we won't be able to inject the doctor with nutritional mixture, and his body will soon be unable to endure it..."

"I told you to stop!!" Mr. Ao Fei grabbed the attending doctor's collar with one hand. The fierce aura of having held a powerful position for many years made the attending doctor unable to breathe. He could only quickly shout to the medical staff to stop. .

At this time, Mr. Aoife directly broke into the intensive care unit. He untied the restraints on Dr. French's hands and feet. Looking at Dr. French, who was half asleep due to the crazy consumption of his body, Mr. Aoife reached out and took the hands and feet of Dr. French. A bottle of synthetic nutrient solution was brought over.

"Listen, you want to get out of here, right? You want to take your son to watch Potts' football match, right?" Mr. Offee stared at Dr. French, "If you want to go out, I can take you out." , but the premise is that you must eat all these things for me! If you agree, nod your head!"

Dr. French nodded with difficulty, and Mr. Aoife carefully fed the nutrient solution into Dr. French's mouth and asked him to take it.

These business solutions actually contain sleeping ingredients. After taking them, Dr. French quickly fell into a comatose state.

The attending doctor wiped his sweat and walked in. He sighed and said, "I finally ate it... However, the currently known nutritional mixtures can hardly keep up with Dr. French's consumption. Mr. Offee , maybe we should consider a back-up plan..."

Each time, more advanced nutritional mixtures were used, but Dr. French's body was rapidly adapting to these external energy supplements.

Soon, the nutritional mixture that can be produced with today's technology will not be able to adapt to Dr. French's own consumption... By that time, if a solution has not been found...

Therefore, the expert team proposed a final method, which is to freeze Dr. French's body.

If today's technology cannot solve the problem, the only option is to freeze Dr. French and wait for the day when technology will break through in the future.

But when he saw Mr. Aoife hugging Dr. French, as if he was planning to leave the intensive care unit, the attending doctor was suddenly shocked, "Mr. Aoife, what are you going to do?"

But I heard Mr. Ao Fei take a deep breath and say: "Please contact the Freeze Man Company in Europe for me."

Have you... made a decision in your mind?

The attending doctor stared blankly as Mr. Offee left with Dr. French in his arms. At the last moment, he subconsciously shouted: "Where are you taking him?"

"Watch the football game."

…

The car was driving fast on the road. Behind it were several cars of the same model, and behind it was a white ambulance.

In the car at the front, Mr. Offee, who was driving, glanced at the box in front of him, which was filled with high-concentration nutritional mixtures brought from the hospital.

"Oh...I don't like the taste of this. Does it taste like orange?"

In the passenger seat, Dr. French frowned and wanted to spit out the pill he had just eaten, but Mr. Offee reached out and covered Dr. French's mouth, "You need to swallow it, otherwise, I will I won’t take you to the stadium.”

"Okay, long-winded Matthew." Dr. French shook his head and grunted reluctantly.

It seems that it is not just memory regression, but also memory confusion. At this time, Dr. French recognized Mr. Offee as one of his old friends in life, Mr. Matthew, the curator of the Science and Technology Museum.

"Hey, Matthew, are there so many buildings around here? Why don't I remember them?" Dr. French looked at the scenery outside the window with interest.

Mr. Aoife didn't know how the world in Dr. French's eyes was structured. He could only follow the meaning of Dr. French's words, so he had no choice but to say: "The world is changing with each passing day. I stay in the laboratory every day, so of course I don’t know the changes in the outside world.”

Dr. French laughed disdainfully, "Nonsense! Changes in the world come from technology. If it weren't for the technology developed by our people who spend all day in the laboratory doing science, where would the changes in the world come from! We know better than them !”

"I didn't mean to deny you." Mr. Aoife shook his head.

Dr. French frowned at this time, "Matthew, did we miss the time? Is Aoife really waiting for me at the stadium? Oh...it's all my fault, I actually forgot about this matter, if not If you remind me, I'm still in the office correcting test papers!"

At this time, Dr. French should still be a teacher at the National University, far from the time when he was recruited to the National Research Institute.

"When did I remind you... Oh, by the way, I reminded you." Mr. Aoife sighed, "You really often forget about your family because of work."

"This is something that can't be helped, isn't it? Our professor plans to choose an assistant, which will be very helpful to me in the future." Dr. French shook his head, "You, a guy without a family, won't understand."

Mr. Aoife smiled bitterly and said: "But have you ever thought about it, Aoife... he is actually not necessarily happy to see you so busy. Maybe he would rather you stay at home to spend more time with him, even if it's just a simple kick. An afternoon of football?”

"I get angry when I talk about this. This kid's birthday wish this year is to watch a football match, and he said he wants to be a great football player when he grows up!" Dr. French gritted his teeth.

Mr. Aoife was stunned, "Being a football player is a very good dream. Aren't all children like this?"

Becoming a great football player...has been a dream for many years.

Dr. French shook his head and said nothing. He just squinted his eyes and leaned on his seat without saying a word... When Mr. Offee saw it, he nervously opened the box full of nutritional medicine and pushed Dr. French on the shoulder: "Frankie, Frankie, don't sleep, it's almost here! Frankie, eat some candy... Frankie!"

"Matthew! Don't bother me."

Dr. French suddenly opened his eyes at this time, slapped Mr. Offee hard, and scolded: "I'm so sleepy, I can't help but squint for a while... You just ruined my dream, you know?" I just dreamed that Aoife had grown up and had a beautiful bride. He was taking the wedding ring from my hand, bastard! You actually woke me up at this time! How could you do this? Bear the wrath of a father all over the world! I curse you to be a bachelor for the rest of your life!"

I...I have already taken it from you once...Father.

"Really...I'm really sorry." Mr. Aoife choked up suddenly.

At this time, Mr. Offee's Bluetooth headset suddenly rang. Mr. Aoife glanced at Dr. French and saw that he narrowed his eyes again and said that he would continue to dream about Aoife getting married.

"Sir, it has been arranged. However, because the time is too short, we can only ask Boz's club to select a team of reserve players. Their main players are playing elsewhere at this time... After all, they have to focus on Now the competition back then was really..."

Mr. Offee glanced at Dr. French again, then lowered his voice and said: "Listen, I will arrive in fifteen minutes. Let the players get ready."

…

There were not many people in the football stadium. Mr. Offee suddenly had a feeling of luck. Fortunately, the player he liked when he was a child played for an unknown club and had always hung out in the second division. Otherwise, he really didn't know where to find a dojo with a large audience.

But even so, a large number of group performances have been brought in, so that the place will not be too empty like back then.

"Oh...has it started?" Dr. French opened his eyes.

In fact, he is now like a patient suffering from narcolepsy. He will fall into a state of near drowsiness even if he takes two steps, but for some reason, he can always wake up.

Dr. French didn't mention Aoife again. Originally, Mr. Aoife had arranged for a young actor to temporarily act as the 'childhood Aoife', but it seemed that he wouldn't need it for the time being.

The young actor was on standby not far away, watching boredly as a group of extras in front of him held up banners and screamed with all their strength. Then he tugged on Secretary Offee's clothes and said, "Even if I don't go on stage, I still want to Charges."

The secretary stared at the little guy with a dark look on his face and said to himself: This kid will have a career in making money in the future.

He shook his head with a wry smile, and then looked at Mr. Offee. He wondered what his superior and Dr. Francois were saying at this time.

"Hey!! Boz! Use your strength! Didn't you eat?"

Like a young man, from this old body that is almost collapsed, the vitality of a strong man is bursting out at this moment. Mr. Offee was a little worried and pulled Dr. French, who was about to rush out of the audience, "Franchi, old man, can you be more civilized?"

"Oh... I'm sorry, I'm so excited." Dr. French sat down and looked around him: "Matthew, have you seen Aoife? He seems to be missing!"

With that said, Dr. French stood up again anxiously. Mr. Aoife was stunned. It seemed that his father had just 'remembered' this matter.

He hesitated for a moment, gave up the idea of ​​asking his secretary to call the young actor, and said directly: "Did you forget? Aoife went to the bathroom."

"Oh...really?" Dr. French nodded, then sat down again, shook his head and said: "Actually, this makes me so angry, I would rather stay in school and continue correcting exams, or maybe It’s an experiment.”

Mr. Offee smiled and said: "You don't like sports to begin with."

Recalling that when Dr. French took him to watch this game, he just slept for the entire second half in the messy environment, Mr. Offe smiled subconsciously.

Dr. French shook his head and muttered, "Who likes Aoife? You will understand when you become a father."

Dr. French gave Mr. Offee a gentle tap on the shoulder.

"I don't understand." Mr. Aoife looked at Dr. French, and something in his heart was touched. "I don't understand you. I don't understand why you always talk about Aoife, but why you always leave it to him." What you see is just the back, and you don’t understand that until later, you only have the satellite in your heart.”

"Really... you don't understand, you don't understand..." Dr. French muttered to himself, seeming to remember something.

Mr. Aoife was keenly aware of Dr. French's abnormality, and suddenly felt a little excited in his heart. He heard Dr. French suddenly shrug, "Of course you don't understand, because you are not a father, haha!"

"Yeah...I'm not." Mr. Offee let out a long breath and looked at the players walking around on the football field below. "Indeed, I can tell you...Actually, I am the same way. Over the years, .”

"Why are you so negative all of a sudden?" Dr. French asked curiously.

Mr. Aoife turned around, patted Dr. French's leg, smiled, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it's just... I just suddenly thought of my father."

"Oh, old Matthew must have brought you many wonderful memories." Dr. French nodded.

Mr. Offee's body trembled suddenly. He was sure that he needed to do something. An almost instinctive impulse made him stand up suddenly. He looked at Dr. French, "You are right, they played really well." It's so bad, I really should scold him a few times."

"Oh?" Dr. French was stunned.

At this time, Mr. Aoife grabbed the guardrail with both hands, almost leaned out, and cursed: "Hey! Boz! Shit!! Use your power to suck the milk!! You weak-legged waste!" Shit!!!”

It was so loud, like a lung-piercing roar, that even people far away could hear it... The secretary who was ready to provide support and a group of medical staff who were on call all looked at each other. The secretary was even a little lucky, it was okay. There are no reporters here. Otherwise, as an important official of the country, Mr. Offee's image would be very damaged if he did this in public.

"Aha! Shit!! Boz, you are a piece of shit!" Dr. French also laughed and stood up, imitating Mr. Offee's example, and leaned out, "Shit!! "

"Shit!!"

"Go to hell!!" Mr. Offee suddenly used force and threw the pump in his hand into the stadium.

"Shit! Go to hell!!" Dr. French imitated Mr. Offee's example excitedly and threw the big stick in his hand.

The two suddenly laughed.

…

…

After that, Dr. French fell asleep and couldn't be woken up.

The doctor accompanying the team quickly stepped forward and sent Dr. French to the ambulance for examination. They concluded that Dr. French's health had deteriorated even more seriously after this trip, so he needed to be sent immediately. Back to the hospital.

Mr. Offee nodded in silence.

However, not long after, while the ambulance was still on the road, Dr. French suddenly opened his eyes, frightening several medical staff beside him into panic.

But obviously this time, Dr. French's memory did not go backwards or forward, but returned to the state of that day in the scientific research institute.

Dr. French's hands were pinned to the gurney. The doctor tried to calm Dr. French, but he kept struggling.

His eyes were unfocused, and after realizing that he couldn't move his hands, he quickly stopped struggling. It's just that his lips moved quickly, and he kept reciting some complicated and profound contents.

"No... the sedative has also failed!" The attending doctor suddenly became panicked, "How could this happen... How could this happen! The dose injected is enough to make an adult elephant..."

"Then are you going to continue the injection?" Mr. Offee looked at the attending doctor's attempt to give Dr. French another injection and grabbed his arm angrily.

"But... but if his brain is not allowed to cool down..." the attending doctor said in horror: "Mr. Aoife, he is going to die... Judging from this situation, it will be very soon!"

I saw blood slowly flowing out of Dr. French's nostrils, but he was not aware of it, his eyes were still blank, and he was still performing verbal calculations.

However, overdose of sedatives can also lead to death.

"Materials! Give me materials! I need materials...Give me materials!" Dr. French suddenly looked at Mr. Offee, "Materials...Materials..."

"What material?" Mr. Aoife asked quickly.

"Material...material...material..."

Mr. Ao Fei gritted his teeth and shouted suddenly: "Go to the scientific research center... Go to the scientific research center!!!"

…

I don't know what materials are needed, but I'm afraid there is no place with more materials than a country's scientific research center. When the dean of the scientific research center heard the news, he was shocked and seemed to realize something.

Until Dr. French was sent to the scientific research center, the dean's face suddenly turned pale when he saw the old man's appearance.

Mr. Ao Fei's steps were very heavy, and he followed silently beside the hospital bed, lowering his head and saying nothing. The dean came up to ask about the situation. He just asked directly: "Are the materials ready?"

"I don't know what materials are needed." The dean shook his head: "However, I asked people to move all the things that can be moved together... Frankie, what on earth..."

"Maybe it's what you want." Mr. Aoife's voice was cold. He suddenly stopped, looked at the dean, and said coldly: "I won't allow you to miss anything!"

The dean nodded seriously.

At this time, researchers from the Scientific Research Institute had cleared out a large area. The so-called materials were sorted into categories, occupying almost two-thirds of the space in the room. They even prepared a variety of tools.

Under the different eyes of everyone, Dr. French went from needing support at first to suddenly rushing into the material with flying feet, and began to search frantically for something.

Instead of writing a lot of advanced knowledge on the wall like last time, Dr. French just turned over the materials here. A large amount of precious materials were turned over by him like garbage on the ground. Many people looked at it. He frowned, looking heartbroken.

Suddenly, Dr. French seemed to find what he was looking for, and then quickly took it and put it on the workbench.

It was something like a wooden board.

"Is this...a wooden board?" A researcher looked puzzled as Dr. French began to bang on the wooden board. In fact, this was indeed a wooden board, a piece of wood taken from a wooden box containing precious materials. Broken planks.

Then, Dr. French began to get the most common tools such as rulers, hacksaws, nails, etc., and began to cut the board.

No one knew what Dr. French wanted to do.

But after Dr. French cut the board in half, he suddenly stopped and seemed to be thinking about something. He picked up an oil-based pen and started writing on the workbench.

"Go and see what he wrote." The dean frowned and directed a researcher to go over.

The researcher nodded. Under Mr. Offee's sharp gaze, he only dared to quietly come to Dr. French's side and looked at the workbench.

He frowned at first and seemed a little confused, but gradually, as Dr. French wrote more and more things, he began to open his mouth. Later, the researcher even hurried back in confusion.

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"Speak slowly? Don't panic!"

"It's a design drawing! It's a design drawing!" The researcher said quickly: "It seems to be a design drawing of a three-stage propulsion rocket... but I have never seen the structure! I can't calculate it!"

"Find someone!" The dean made a quick decision.

It seemed like... it was back to the scene in the conference room last time.

A large number of researchers began to gather here. They scanned what Dr. French drew on the workbench into the computer, began to analyze its structure, and even began to make data models so that they could draw some conclusions instantly. .

Mr. Offee ignored the enthusiasm and exclamations of these scientists at this time. He just looked at the back of Dr. French.

It's still this kind of back view... He has always been given this kind of back view.

The attending doctor beside him became more and more anxious at this time, and couldn't help but said in Mr. Aoife's ear: "Mr. Aoife... really don't intend to stop Dr. French? He has maintained this state. It’s been a long time, and if I don’t stop, I’m afraid… I’m afraid there’s really nothing I can do.”

"Aren't you already at your wits' end?" Mr. Aoife glanced at the attending doctor.

He couldn't say a word... The time given to him and the expert team behind him was too little, and there were no previous cases for reference.

Facing Mr. Aoife's gaze, he could only shake his head sadly.

Mr. Aoife no longer paid attention to the attending doctor, but looked at Dr. French's back and murmured: "This way...will you be satisfied?"

Mr. Aoife sighed. He felt that there was no need to stay... at least, he couldn't bear to watch Dr. French fall before his eyes.

At least...let his greatness stay in your heart.

Having shouldered the lives of an entire team, including his own daughter-in-law, Mr. Offee knows better than anyone the torment of this guilt on Dr. French. Because he and he have always lived under the same roof and have the most intimate relationship in the world.

But because of this, he couldn't forgive Dr. French... and he couldn't help himself forgive Dr. French.

Maggie...are you watching at this time?

In a daze, Mr. Aoife seemed to see many figures that did not belong here... the figure of his wife, her wife Maggie's colleagues, those who lost their lives in the disaster long ago.

Mr. Offee knew that this was a fantasy he had seen, a scene woven out of the torment of his soul.

They were all around Dr. French, around the workbench... What the departed people left behind was always on Dr. French's body.

Their spirit...their will.

"Is this all supporting you?" Mr. Aoife murmured to himself.

He seemed to see Maggie looking at him, smiling slightly, making a silent gesture, and then looking at Dr. French intently, as if to say: Look, this is our pride.

Mr. Offee wanted to say something, but he stopped abruptly. He closed his eyes and tried hard to record the scene where reality and illusion were intertwined.

"That's it." Mr. Offee gave Dr. French his blessing.

He suddenly wanted to knock on the empty office in the research institute that belonged to his wife Maggie. He remembered that there seemed to be a family photo on the desk in that office.

Perhaps, it's time to take this relic back too.

"Hey, why doesn't this model match the design drawing?"

"Let me take a look...it's strange. Is the structure of this rocket model too old? I seem to have seen this somewhere?"

"M901 satellite... This is the model of the rocket thruster used in the M901 satellite plan. I remembered it!"

At the chaotic sound, Mr. Aoife suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked back... looking at the old figure carefully assembling an old model.

This model…

"What are you doing, doctor? While you are pushing the latest rocket design, you are also working on the oldest model? It doesn't match up at all?"

Mr. Aoife walked towards Dr. French step by step... his back was getting closer and closer, closer than when he got up and looked at his back when he was a child, and closer than when he hid outside the study and looked at his back. Close, extremely close...

"Hmm... I remembered that this rocket was Frankie's entry in the science and technology competition that year. It was because of the structure of this rocket that he won the championship. Since then, the scientific research center has discovered him who was still teaching at the university. ...Well, this model is indeed correct." The dean of the Research Institute recalled the memories from a long time ago, but he was very puzzled that Dr. French assembled this model at this time.

But Mr. Offee was already at the workbench.

Aoife, what do you want for your birthday present this year?

Rocket, I want a rocket! ! I want to go to space, I want to be an astronaut!

Aoife, we can’t find such a thing in our country now... How about changing to something else, a new football?

I don't care, I don't care! I want to be an astronaut! I want to ride a rocket!

Okay, okay, daddy can make one for you!

…

Aoife, look what I did for you? Kick, kick, kick, the rocket is coming!

I don’t want it, this rocket can’t fly into the sky!

Well, it takes a long time to make a big rocket. You take this now. Later, daddy will make you a real rocket that can send people and satellites, okay?

real?

I kid you not.

It’s a deal!

It’s a deal!

"It's a deal..." Mr. Offee slowly put his hand on the back of Dr. French's hand and held it tightly, "It's a deal..."

Dr. French trembled slightly, but quickly continued to concentrate on assembling the model on the workbench.

Everything everything.

All for you.

"Dad... don't go! I don't want it anymore!"