Chapter 38 One Percent Probability

For Leon.

Knowing the cause of the disease and reversing the solution is a very simple matter as long as the basic conditions allow.

Now that it is clear that Natasha is indeed under mental control, and the means of control is some kind of chemical substance.

The remaining part of reversing the inhibitor formula seems easy.

Leon used his supercomputer-like brain to quickly simulate various solutions, and then handed them to Jarvis for real simulation.

It only took him 20 minutes to make a tube of bright red counter-reactive reagent.

"The success rate is 87%, right?" Leon sucked a tube of medicine with a syringe.

"Yes, according to the simulation, there is a 12% probability that the medicine will not work; there is a 1% probability of drug conflict, resulting in brain death of the invader." Jarvis said.

"But this is also the limit of what can be done with existing medical technology." Leon shrugged.

He looked at Natasha and said, "If conditions permit, we should actually do a phase III randomized double-blind clinical trial, which is the formal process for drug development."

"But looking at the patient's condition, I'm afraid there is no time for us to find volunteers for the experiment."

On the workbench, Natasha has woken up and is desperately tearing the ropes on her body, trying to resist.

Leon stood aside and pushed the syringe unmoved, and a line of liquid gushed out of the sharp needle.

"Don't struggle, the injection will start soon, be careful not to break the needle."

"Besides, you tied me up once, and now I'm tying you up once, so it's a tie."

"Miss Natasha must understand it, right?"

He looked at Natasha's bloodshot eyes during her struggle, ignoring the fact that her mouth was sealed with tape.

"Very good, our patient has acquiesced, and she chooses to receive treatment."

"But please be mentally prepared." He flicked the syringe to dispel the air bubbles inside.

"I am an amateur doctor after all. Although the medicine may cause brain death, it is enough as long as it works. Why bother so much? If something unexpected happens, we can just say it is survivor bias."

In his previous life, Leon was actually a man who valued words.

It's just that he was influenced by Tony Stark for more than ten years in this life.

Although he is still the serious young man most of the time, at some critical moments, he occasionally becomes as talkative as Tony.

"The inhibitor must be injected from the arm. Do you want to take off your clothes or tear off your sleeves?"

"I know, tear off the sleeves of the combat uniform, right?"

Leon tore off Natasha's sleeves, used his strength advantage to control the patient so that she could not move, and applied alcohol to her white upper arms.

"Very good, Natasha, now is the last step, you still have one second to consider whether to give up treatment."

"One! The time is up, you agree to continue! Very good!"

"But now time is tight, you don't need to find someone to sign for your family members. If there is an accident, we will directly cremate you and transport the ashes back to the Red House."

Natasha's eyes widened, and she was humming something.

"Huh? What are you talking about? No anesthesia? Don't worry, we don't have anesthesia here."

"I'm starting to inject!" Leon casually pierced Natasha's arm with alcohol.

The bright red medicine was quickly injected into the "patient".

"OK! It's over, you see it doesn't hurt, right? Our treatment is incredibly short!"

"Now you need to press the injection site to prevent bruising, but it doesn't seem convenient for you, so I'll do it for you temporarily."

Leon pulled out an empty syringe and pressed Natasha's arm with a cotton swab.

However, after putting the syringe back on the tray held by the robot Xiaodai.

He stopped talking.

Instead, he looked at Natasha with a slightly serious expression.

Leon's mental activity at this time was not as fancy as his words.

He was just thinking.

As one of the main characters in this world, Natasha should not be able to hit that 1% probability.

Besides, the counter-effect potion is the best he can do at present.

Even if he really summoned top doctors from all over the world, at most he could reduce the lethality of the potion by a few tenths of a percentage point, which is not much better.

When synthesizing the chemicals in Natasha's body, the researchers probably didn't think of making an antidote.

What they want to make is an unsolvable control potion.

Even compared to the life of the controlled person, they care more about the fact that the potion cannot be cracked.

Those chemicals are hidden in the cell fluid of Natasha's brain cells. If they are removed, it means the death of brain cells.

It also means that the brain is damaged and the controlled person is in danger of death.

So, the fact that Leon created the inhibitor is a miracle.

As for the one percent mortality rate, it is completely harmless.

"It seems that the inhibitor has taken effect."

Leon took off his gloves, wiped them with disinfectant, and took the disinfectant cotton towel handed by Benben to wipe his hands clean.

He looked at Natasha, whose expression quickly calmed down, and prayed silently for her in his heart for a second.

"Jarvis, if she really hits that one percent chance of brain death, should it be considered lucky or unlucky?"

While waiting for the result, Leon suddenly had an idea.

"From a probability perspective, if you have a one percent chance of stepping on it, you should be considered very lucky." Jarvis answered seriously, "But from the perspective of the results, if you end up with the smallest chance of death, this is very unfortunate."

"Your views are really objective."

Leon complained, "But humans don't think like you do. When a disaster happens to you, no matter how small the chance is, it becomes a 100% nightmare. It is an absolute misfortune."

"It turns out that this is human thinking." Jarvis wrote it down, "I will try my best to think like this in the future, Master Lyon."

"That's not necessary. Mechanical thinking is your advantage. Nowadays, many little girls like this one... Oh, Natasha wakes up!"

Leon saw Natasha's silky eyelashes trembling slightly, and immediately walked to the tool table and took a closer look.

Soon, Natasha opened her eyes, her amber pupils were dazed and her expression was distracted.

But Leon laughed instead: "That's the look in his eyes like a fool! Miss Natasha, congratulations on your successful operation!"

The blank look on her face meant that Natasha's brain was out of control of chemicals.

All her scattered consciousnesses gradually began to reunify into one.

However, it seems that this integration process will take some time.

Leon observed Natasha's changes and pulled off the rope on her body and the tape on her mouth.

! !

It’s different from Lyon’s joy.

As soon as Natasha opened her eyes, she saw an extremely close face, looking left and right in front of her.

Her pupils suddenly shrank, and her body moved reflexively.

After losing her restraints, she just freed her hands and feet.

She wrapped her legs around Leon's strong waist using juggling skills, and with a push of her arms, her whole body rotated behind him with Leon as the axis, and used a naked choke!

This is the physical memory brought about by more than ten years of agent training and combat experience.

After finishing the naked choke, she immediately applied force reflexively.

However, Leon, who was supposed to be suffocated, did not respond. Her arm seemed to be stuck on a diamond!

Natasha was stunned for a moment, and the next moment fragmentary memories came to her mind.

Her expression turned dull for a moment, and her eyes lost focus.

It wasn't until Leon reached out to lift Natasha up and put her on the workbench that she came back to her senses.

"You...you saved me." Natasha looked at Leon in front of her with a gradually complicated expression.

Her hands were resting on her sides and she slowly lowered her head: "What have I done..."

I thought I would be controlled by the red house for the rest of my life, but unexpectedly, by mistake, I was saved in the hands of the mission target.

When she regained consciousness at this moment, countless memories came to her mind. She had mixed feelings. She felt remorse and hatred but mostly anxious.

"You look like you're recovering well," Leon said.

Natasha woke up when she heard this.

She sat on the workbench, suddenly at a loss: "Thank you, thank you very much, no, I'm sorry, I just... did it unintentionally, it was subconscious. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Were you hurt?"

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