Trafford’s Trading Club

“Let go of me! Who the hell are you people? Let me go! This is illegal confinement! It's a crime... let go of me! ”

Through the glass, you can see that several medical personnel are pressing Dr. Frankie's hands and feet hard - not, of course, beyond their control, but because they are afraid of hurting Dr. Frankie, so the task of repression becomes particularly difficult.

This is the third day since the Panel's first hate meeting.

Mr. Orpheus is full of scum, and he hasn't left the hospital in a while. The red eyes, the dark circles, all make Mr. Ofey look terrible.

“Mr. Ofey, Dr. Frankie's memory has regressed again… but his brain likes more activity than it did yesterday.” The attending physician looks at the report at hand at this time.

Mr. Orpheus said, "His memory should be around the age of twenty-six. ”

The attending physician stunned and quickly turned over the reports at hand, "When you were about 26? ”

Mr. Ofey sighed: “He just said he was going to accompany me to Potts' championship event, which he promised to take with him when I was eight… it was a birthday present. ”

Because of the need for a more detailed diagnosis of Dr. Frankie's etiology, Mr. Ofey has already told Dr. Frankie about Alzheimer's disease and has found, by various means, the doctor who quietly helped Dr. Frankie to treat the disease, obtaining Dr. Frankie's medical records for two years.

However, this information still does not explain Dr. Franzi's brain activity at this time.

Because the brain is madly extracting body nutrients, Dr. Frankie wakes up for a short day, but every time he wakes up, his memory regresses.

The younger he lived... so much he wanted to go, he had to ask some expert group doctors to come up with a hypothesis that Dr. Frankie would eventually go back to infancy and end up being a knowledgeable 'baby'... and even, perhaps, when his memory went back to the beginning, perhaps, the end of his life.

“Let me go... Let me go...”

Medical personnel are injecting Dr. Franzi with tranquillizers, which can slightly curb the activity of the PhD brain. But when he wakes up, his activity is further enhanced, so repetitive, it can only be a way to quench thirst.

Looking at Dr. Frankie's half-closed gaze, Mr. Ofey suddenly struck a thrill, “Stop... make them stop! ”

“Mr. Ofey, if we stop now, we won't be able to inject the doctor with nutrients, so his body won't last long...”

“I said stop!!” Mr. Ofei grabbed the collar of the attending physician with his bare hands, and for many years he was in the top position of the fierce momentum. He couldn't even breathe under the atmosphere of the attending physician. He could only scream quickly for the paramedics to stop.

Mr. Ofey broke directly into the intensive care unit at this time, and he untied Dr. Frankie's hands and feet, looking at Dr. Frankie, who was half dreaming of waking up because of his insane body consumption, Mr. Ofey reached out and brought him a bottle of synthetic nutrient solution.

“Listen, you want to get out of here, right? You want to take your son to Potts' game, don't you?” Mr. Ofey stares dead at Dr. Frankie, "I can take you out if you want, but only if you give me all this! Nod your head if you agree! ”

I saw Dr. Frankie nod his head in a difficult spot, and Mr. Ofey carefully fed the nutrient solution into Dr. Frankie's mouth for him to take.

These liquids actually contain a sleeping ingredient, and soon after Dr. Frankie took his clothes, he was in a coma.

At this point, the attending physician wiped a sweat and walked in and appealed to his airway: “Finally, I've eaten... but the nutrients I know are not keeping up with Dr. Frankie's consumption. Mr. Ofey, perhaps we should consider the back plan..."

Each time, more advanced nutrients are used, while Dr. Frankie's body is rapidly adapting to these exogenous energy replenishments.

Soon, the nutrients that today's technology can produce will not be able to adapt to Dr. Frankie's own consumption... by then, if a solution has not been found...

The Panel therefore proposes a final method - the freezing of Dr. Frankie.

In a situation where today's technology cannot be solved, it is only the day that Dr. Frankie is frozen and awaits future technological breakthroughs.

But when Mr. Ofey picked up Dr. Frankie, it seemed like he was leaving the intensive care unit, and the attending physician was shocked, “Mr. Ofey, what are you doing? ”

But I heard Mr. Ofey take a deep breath: "Contact the frozen company in Europe for me. ”

Has… made a decision in your mind?

The attending physician watched Mr. Ofey leave with Dr. Frankie in his arms, and at the last moment he subconsciously shouted, “Where are you taking him? ”

“Watch the game. ”

……

The sedan was driving fast on the highway, behind it, following several of the same cars, followed by a white ambulance.

In the front car, Mr. Ofey, who was driving, glanced at the box in front, filled with high concentrations of nutrients brought out by the hospital.

“Oh... I don't like the taste. Do you smell oranges? ”

On the passenger seat, Dr. Frankie frowned and tried to spit out a pill he had just eaten, but Mr. Ofey reached over Dr. Frankie's mouth and said, "You need to swallow it, otherwise I won't take you to the field. ”

“Okay, nagging Matthew.” Dr. Frankie shook his head and unwillingly grunted his throat.

It doesn't just seem to be a memory retreat, it even seems to be a memory disturbance. Dr. Frankie now identifies Mr. Ofey as one of his oldest friends, Mr. Matthew, curator of the Science and Technology Museum.

“Hey, Matthew, are there so many buildings around here, why can't I remember?” Dr. Frankie looks out the window with enthusiasm.

Mr. Ofey didn't know what the world was like in Dr. Frankie's eyes, and he could only follow what Dr. Frankie said, so he couldn't help but say: "The world is changing. You spend all day in the lab. Of course, you don't know the changes in the outside world. ”

Dr. Frankie laughed in disdain, "Bullshit! Changes in the world come from technology. If we hadn't been in the lab all day doing science, where would the world have changed? We know better than they do! ”

“Nor did I deny what you meant.” Mr. Ofey shook his head.

Dr. Frankie frowned at the moment, "Matthew, will we miss the time? Is Ofey really waiting for me on the field? Oops... it's all my fault, I forgot about this. If you hadn't warned me, I'd still be in the office approving the test papers! ”

This‘ time 'Dr. Franzi, who should still be a teacher at the National University, is far from being recruited to the National Academy of Sciences.

“When did I warn you... Oh, by the way, I warned you.” Mr. Ofey sighs, "you really often forget about your family because of your work. ”

“It's something you can't do, isn't it? Our professor intends to select an assistant, which will be very helpful to me in the future.” Dr. Frankie shook his head, "you homeless bastard, you wouldn't understand. ”

Mr. Ofey laughed bitterly: "But did you ever think that Ofey... he wasn't necessarily happy to see you so busy? Perhaps he would prefer you to stay at home and spend more time with him, even if it's just a simple afternoon soccer game? ”

“Speaking of which, I'm pissed, this kid, his birthday wish this year is to watch a football game, and he's saying what grows up to be a great football player!” Dr. Frankie bites the incisors at this point.

Mr. Ofey stunned, "It's a great dream to be a football player. Isn't that what kids do? ”

Become a great football player… it was a dream many years ago.

Dr. Frankie shook his head, didn't speak, just squinted his eyes, leaned against his seat, didn't say a word... Mr. Ofey saw, hurriedly and nervously opened the box filled with nutrients, and pushed Dr. Frankie's shoulder: "Frankie, Frankie, don't sleep, it's almost there! Frankie, have some sugar... Frankie! ”

“Matthew! Leave me alone. ”

Dr. Frankie opened his eyes suddenly and patted Mr. Ofey hard, blaming him: “I'm so sleepy, I can't stop for a moment... you just ruined my good dream, you know? I just dreamed that Ofey had grown up and taken a beautiful bride, and he was taking his vows from me, asshole! You woke me up at this hour! You will bear the wrath of the world as a father! I curse you all your life! ”

I... I took it from you once... father.

“Really... I'm so sorry.” Mr. Ofey suddenly swallowed.

At this point, Mr. Ofey's Bluetooth headset suddenly rang. Mr. Ofey looked at Dr. Frankie, and he squinted his eyes again, saying he wanted to continue dreaming about Ofey getting married.

“Sir, it's been arranged. However, due to the rush of time, we can only ask that the Potts will pick up a team of backup players who are playing elsewhere at this time... after all, it is really...”

Mr. Ofey looked at Dr. Frankie again and lowered his voice: "Listen, I'll be there in 15 minutes so the players are ready. ”

……

There are not many people on the football field. Mr. Ofey suddenly felt fortunate —— fortunately, the player he loved when he was a kid wasn't famous for his service and had been hanging out in the Class B league. If that's not the case, he really doesn't know where to find a lot of audience dojos.

But even so, there have been plenty of mass performances to keep this place from going too far - just like it was back then.

“Oh… it's already started?” Dr. Frankie opened his eyes.

In fact, he's now like a sleepiness patient, walking two steps into a near-coma, but somehow he always wakes up.

Dr. Frankie didn't mention Ofey any more, and Mr. Ofey had arranged for a little actor to temporarily act as' Childhood Ofey ’, which seemed unnecessary at this time.

The little actor stands by not far away, bored to watch a group of actors in front pull up the banner, screaming hard, and then pulling Secretary Raofi's corner, "Even if it doesn't show up, I'm charging. ”

The secretary stared at the little guy with his head full of black lines and insinuated that the kid had a way of getting rich later.

He shook his head with a smile and looked over at Mr. Ofey. I wonder what his chief and Dr. Frankie were saying at this point?

“Hey!! Come on, Potts! Didn't you eat? ”

Like a young man, from this old, almost crumbling body, the same vitality as a grown man is erupting at this moment. Mr. Ofey grabbed Dr. Frankie with some concern, trying to break out of the audience, “Frankie, old buddy, can you be civilized? ”

“Oh... I'm sorry, I'm so excited.” Dr. Frankie sat down on his ass and looked around: “Matthew, have you seen Ofey? I think he's gone! ”

Dr. Frankie stood up again in a hurry - Mr. Ofey stunned to see that his father was the one who ‘remembered’ the matter.

He hesitated for a moment and gave up the idea of having the secretary call the little actor and said, “Have you forgotten? Ofey's in the bathroom. ”

“Oh... is that right?” Dr. Frankie nodded, and then he sat down and shook his head: “Actually, I'm too hot to watch, and I'd rather stay in school and re-roll, or experiment. ”

Mr. Ofei said, "You don't like sports projects. ”

Mr. Ofey smiled consciously when he remembered that when Dr. Frankie brought himself to the game, he slept in a messy environment for the rest of the game.

Dr. Frankie shook his head and mumbled, “Who made Ofey like it? You'll see when you're a father. ”

Dr. Frankie gently slapped Mr. Ofey on the shoulder.

“I don't understand.” Mr. Ofey looked at Dr. Frenchy, and a string was touched in his heart, "I don't understand you, I don't understand you hanging Ofey in your mouth all the time, but why do you always leave him with nothing but a back shadow, I don't understand, until later, you only had satellites in your heart. ”

“Really… you don't understand, you don't …” Dr. Frankie muttered to himself, seemingly remembering something.

Mr. Ofey was acutely aware of Dr. Frankie's anomaly and suddenly a little excited, but he heard Dr. Frankie shrugging his shoulders, “Of course you don't understand, because you're not a father, haha! ”

“Yeah... I'm not.” Mr. Ofey took a long breath and looked at the players you came and went to me on the football field below, "Indeed, I can say that you... in fact, I myself have been the same all these years. ”

“Why are you suddenly passive?” Dr. Frankie asked curiously.

Mr. Ofey turned his head, patted Dr. Frankie's leg, smiled and shook his head: “Nothing, it's just... it's just a sudden reminder of his father. ”

“Oh, old Matthew must have brought you many wonderful memories.” Dr. Frankie nodded.

Mr. Ofey's body trembled suddenly, he determined what he needed to do, an impulse close to instinct, and he stood up suddenly, and he looked at Dr. Frankie, “You're right, they kicked really bad, and I really should curse a few words. ”

“Oh?” Dr. Frankie stunned.

Mr. Ofey grabbed the guardrail with his hands and almost poked his body out, shouting, “Hey! Buzz, shit! Use the power of your milk!! You soft legged piece of shit! Shit!!! ”

It was so loud, it was like a crack in the lungs, even distant people could hear it... Mr. Secretary, who was always there to support you, and a group of medical personnel who were always on call to look at each other - and Mr. Secretary was even kind of fortunate that there were no reporters or anything like that here, otherwise Mr. Ofey, as a leading member of the state, would be very damaging in public.

“Ahhh! Shit!! Potts, you're a piece of shit!” Dr. Frankie stood up laughing and learned to look like Mr. Ofey, and he came out, “Shit!! ”

“Shit!! ”

“Go to hell!!” Mr. Ofey suddenly threw the air stick in his hand hard into the field.

“Shit! Go to hell!!” Dr. Frankie was also excited to learn what Mr. Ofey looked like and threw an atmosphere stick out of his hand.

The two suddenly laughed.

……

……

After that, Dr. Frankie fell asleep and couldn't wake up.

The accompanying doctors hurried forward and sent Dr. Franzi to the ambulance for examination, concluding that Dr. Franzi's physical deterioration had worsened as a result of the trip and that he needed to be taken back to the hospital immediately.

Mr. Ofey nodded in silence and promised.

However, it was not long before the ambulance was still on the road, and Dr. Frankie opened his eyes suddenly, frightening several of the paramedics next to him.

But apparently, this time, Dr. Frankie's memory did not regress or move forward, but returned to the state he was in at the Academy of Sciences that day.

Dr. Frankie's hands were pressed against the stretcher bed, and the doctor tried to keep Dr. Frankie quiet, but he kept struggling.

His eyes did not have the same focal length, and he quickly lost his struggle after discovering that his hands could not move. It's just that his lips move so fast that he keeps reading some complicated and profound things.

“No... sedatives have failed too!” The attending physician panicked all of a sudden, "how could this be... how could this be! The dose of infusion is enough for an adult elephant..."

“Do you want to keep fighting?” Mr. Ofey grabbed Dr. Frankie's arm with anger as he watched the attending physician try to give him another pillow.

“But... but if you don't let his brain cool down...” said the attending physician, "Mr. Ofey, he's dying... in this case, very soon! ”

Seeing Dr. Frankie's nostrils slowly bled out, but he didn't know what he seemed to be, his eyes were still agnostic, and he still performed verbal calculations.

Excessive sedatives can kill you, too.

“Materials! Give me materials! I need materials... give me materials!” Dr. Frankie suddenly looked at Mr. Ofey, “Materials… Materials…"

“What materials?” Mr. Ofey asked hastily.

“Materials… materials… materials…"

Mr. Ofei bit his teeth and drank suddenly: “Go to the research center... go to the research center!!!! ”

……

I don't know what materials are needed, but I'm afraid there's no place for more than a national scientific research centre. When the director of the Scientific Research Center heard the news, he was shocked and seemed to be aware of something.

Until Dr. Frankie was sent to the research center, when the dean saw the old man look like him, his face suddenly turned white.

Mr. Ofei's footsteps were so silent that he followed silently beside the hospital bed, bowing his head and asking questions, he simply asked, "Materials, are you ready? ”

“I don't know exactly what materials I need.” The Dean shook his head: "But I let people move everything together... Frankie, what the hell is he...”

“Perhaps it's what you want.” Mr. Ofey's voice was cold, and suddenly he stopped and looked at the dean, coldly: “I won't allow you to miss a thing! ”

The Dean nodded.

At that time, researchers at the Academy of Sciences had cleared up a large area of so-called material classification, which took up almost two thirds of the room space. They even have a wide variety of tools at their disposal.

In different eyes, Dr. Frankie started looking wildly for something, from the support of the needy at the beginning to the sudden walking into the material.

Instead of writing a lot of advance knowledge on the wall like the last time, Dr. Frankie just flipped the material here, and a lot of precious material was trashed on the floor, and some of the people he saw frowned and looked like heartache.

All of a sudden, Dr. Frankie seemed to find what he was looking for, and he hastily put it on the workbench.

It's like a plank.

“Is this... a plank?” A researcher looked inexplicably at Dr. Franzi as he began to knock on this plank - indeed, it was a plank, a plank broken down from a crate loaded with precious materials.

Then Dr. Frankie began to take the most common tools, like rulers, steel saws, nails, and so on, and began to crop this plank.

No one knows exactly what Dr. Frankie wants to do.

It's just that after Dr. Frankie cut the board in half, he suddenly stopped and seemed to be thinking about something —— he picked up an oily pen and started writing on the bench.

“Let's see what he wrote.” The Dean frowned and directed a researcher.

The researcher nodded and, under Mr. Ofey's brutal gaze, only dared to quietly come to Dr. Frankie and look over the table.

He initially frowned, seemingly confused, but gradually, as Dr. Frankie wrote more, he began to open his mouth, and later the researcher even rushed back in a hurry.

“Yes… yes… yes…”

“Slowly? Don't panic!”

“It's a blueprint! It's a blueprint!” The researcher is fast at the moment: “It looks like a blueprint for a Class 3 propulsion rocket… but the construction I've never seen before! I can't figure it out! ”

“Find someone!” The Dean came to an immediate conclusion.

Looks like… back to the scene where we were last in the conference room.

A lot of researchers started coming together here, and they scanned what Dr. Frankie had painted on the workbench into the computer, started analyzing its structure, and even started modeling data so that some conclusions could be drawn in real time.

Mr. Ofey did not listen to the enthusiasm and not the shouting of these scientists at the moment, he just looked behind Dr. Frankie.

Still such a shadow... has always given him such a shadow.

The attending doctor next to him became more and more anxious and couldn't help but say in Mr. Ofey's ear: "Mr. Ofey… are you sure you don't want to stop Dr. Frankie? He's been in this state for a long time, and if he doesn't stop, I'm afraid there's really nothing I can do. ”

“Didn't you already have no choice?” Mr. Ofey took a look at the attending physician.

He could not say a word… The time given to him and to the Panel behind him was too little and there had never been any case for reference.

Faced with Mr. Ofey's gaze, he ultimately shook his head in darkness.

Mr. Ofey stopped looking at the doctor and looked at Dr. Franzi's back, muttering, “So... are you satisfied? ”

Mr. Ofey sighed, feeling he was no longer necessary… At least, he couldn't bear to see Dr. Frankie fall in front of him again.

At least… let his greatness remain in his heart.

This guilt, which carries the life of an entire team and even includes his own daughter-in-law, afflicts Dr. Frankie more clearly than anyone else. Because he lived under the same roof and had the closest relationship in the world.

But because of this, he couldn't turn out to be Dr. Frankie... and he couldn't stop himself from forgiving Dr. Frankie.

Maggie... are you watching this too?

In his trance, Mr. Ofey sees many shadows that do not belong here… his wife, her wife Maggie's colleagues - those who lost their lives in a disaster a long time ago.

Mr. Ofey knew that it was a fantasy that he had seen, an intertwined image of mental suffering.

They are all beside Dr. Frankie, around the bench… what the departed have left is always on Dr. Frankie.

Their spirit… their will.

“Is that all that's been holding you back?” Mr. Ofey muttered to himself.

He let Buddha see Maggie smile at herself, make a quiet gesture, and then focus on Dr. Frankie as if he were saying, "Look, this is our pride.

Mr. Ofey wanted to say something, but he stopped, and he closed his eyes and tried to write down the scene where reality was interwoven with illusion.

“That's it.” Mr. Ofey sends his blessings to Dr. Franzi.

He suddenly wanted to knock on the office of the ever missing science institute, which belonged to his wife, Maggie. He remembered having a picture of his family on the desk in that office.

Perhaps it is time to bring this relic back.

“Eh, this model, how does it not match the blueprint? ”

“Let me see... strangely, isn't the structure of this rocket model too old? I think I've seen this somewhere. ”

“M901… this is the model of the rocket thrusters planned for M901, I remember! ”

A messy voice, Mr. Ofey suddenly stopped and turned around... watching the old shadow carefully assemble an old model.

This model…

“Doctor, what is this? Pushing into the latest rocket blueprints while working on the oldest model? Not at all? ”

Mr. Ofei walked towards Dr. Frankie step by step... The back shadow was getting closer and closer than when he woke up and watched him go out, and closer than when he hid outside the study and watched his back shadow, and closer than ever...

“Well... I remember that this rocket was part of Frankie's science and technology contest. It was because of the rocket's construction that he won the championship, and it was only after that that that the Scientific Research Center dug him up, who was still teaching at the university... well, it was the right model.” The Dean of the Academy of Sciences recalls a long time ago, but is confused that Dr. Frankie assembled this model at this time.

But Mr. Ofey has come to the stage.

- Ofey, what do you want for this year's birthday?

Rocket, I want a rocket!! I'm going to space. I'm going to be an astronaut!

- Ofey, we can't find this kind of thing in our country right now... what about a new soccer ball?

I don't care, I don't care! I want to be an astronaut! I'm going on a rocket!

Daddy made you one. Come on!

……

Orpheus, look what I've done for you. Slip! Slip! Rocket!

I don't want this rocket to fly in the sky!

Well, it's gonna take a long time to build a big rocket, so why don't you just take this and wait, and Dad will make you a real rocket that can deliver people and send satellites?

- Really? - Yeah.

I'm not lying to you.

- That's a deal!

- That's a deal!

“Deal…” Mr. Ofey slowly placed his hand on Dr. Frankie's back and held it tight, "Deal…”

Dr. Frankie was slightly trembling, but quickly continued to focus on assembling the models on the workbench.

Everything.

It's all for you.

“Dad... don't go! I don't want it! ”