Matrix Survival: One random treasure chest per day

The clinic's operating room is right next to the ward area, with a buffer zone between the two areas, mainly used for disinfection and other procedures, to avoid affecting the sterile environment inside the operating room.

"You come in with me, everyone else stay outside." The doctor, carrying the lion-headed man, stood at the door of the sterilization room and said, "Once the environment inside is contaminated, it will be very difficult to deal with. If it's absolutely necessary, I hope you won't go in either."

"Understood." Li Zheng understood, and left Miriel and Feng Yue at the entrance of the disinfection room before following the doctor inside.

The disinfection process was more complicated than any Li Zheng had ever seen on Earth, involving a total of thirteen steps, including but not limited to: bathing, sauna, mechanical scrubbing, disinfection, and changing clothes.

At the beginning of the process from showering to sauna, Li Zheng almost thought he had entered the Red Romantic Bath Center. It wasn't until a smart humanoid figure carrying a wire brush and other items walked in that he came back to his senses.

"Don't get me wrong, this brush isn't for you." The doctor pointed at the lion-headed man and said, "This guy hasn't been cleaned in three years. His fur is full of dirt and grime. Only this kind of brush can thoroughly clean him."

This brushing took a full hour and a half. Li Zheng, growing impatient, asked, "Didn't you think about shaving his hair off?"

"You think I haven't tried it?" the doctor said calmly. "The Lionmane Tribe is called the Lionmane Tribe because their manes grow very quickly. After being shaved, a new layer will grow back in less than two hours, and it will only stop growing after it reaches a certain length. Among the Lionmane Tribe, the quality of the mane is directly related to their appearance. The more beautiful, smoother, and thicker the mane, the more popular it is among the Lionmane Tribe."

By their standards of beauty, races like yours and mine are truly ugly, and they secretly laugh at us hairless races.

Li Zheng was speechless: "I thought the Roameng race I saw in the Matrix was already a rather bizarre race, but I never expected to be so amazed after entering the outer city. Even such an extremely subjective race exists."

“How many places have you even been to?” The doctor shook his head and said, “The outer city you’ve seen so far is just a tiny part of it. There are countless races that haven’t come to Block 950 because of the distance, and some of them are even more bizarre than the Lionmane Clan.”

"There are even city blocks?!" Li Zheng exclaimed in surprise. "How many city blocks are there in total in the outer city?"

"I don't know." The doctor said seriously, "My original body might know, but in order to ensure my purity, it only left medical-related knowledge in my program. Other memories are very few, almost none."

All I can say is... a lot, more than you can imagine!

“However, there’s no need to go see it.” The doctor continued, “From what I’ve gathered from the customers, the fastest-growing areas in the outer city are the blocks numbered 1,000 and above. They call the blocks numbered above 1,000 ‘country bumpkins.’”

"Country bumpkin?" Li Zheng's expression was strange. People from Block 950 called people from blocks a thousand miles away "country bumpkins" in order to elevate their own status.

However, as far as he knew, streets numbered 500, 200, and 50 were considered three dividing points. At each dividing point, the residents would elevate their status to distinguish themselves from the 'country bumpkins' they looked down upon.

"It seems that regional discrimination is not unique to Earth; all races have this bad habit." Li Zheng curled his lip and didn't say anything more.

Perhaps residents of these numbered blocks (two thousand, five thousand, ten thousand) also look down on people from the blocks behind them?
It's just a continuation of a hierarchy of contempt.

After the washing was completed, the doctor led Li Zheng to continue with the next steps. By the time everything was done and they were dressed in a light bodysuit, more than four hours had passed.

The doctor placed the Lionmane Clan patient on a medical bed, adding over ten layers of reinforced restraints to prevent him from waking up suddenly during the experiment, ensuring absolute safety. He then pushed over a piece of equipment, aimed it at the Lionmane Clan's head, and removed a helmet with dozens of thin tubes or wires connected to it, placing it on the Lionmane Clan's head.

"Come and take a look." The doctor turned on the machine, beckoned Li Zheng over, pointed to the brain dissection diagram displayed on the screen, and said, "This area is where the Lionmane Clan stores memories. In your language, you can call it the hippocampus."

As the doctor explained, he operated the machine below the screen. The steps were extremely complicated and dazzling to watch. Without Lao Pu's help, Li Zheng would not have been able to remember them at all.

“I am now adjusting the frequency and position of the machine. Different races use different frequencies for common frequency. These are all experiences accumulated by our predecessors in history. The details are recorded in the data room, and the people you brought can also access them.”

As they were talking, the machine was adjusted, and the doctor quickly clicked several buttons in the corner of the screen.

Noisy!
A clear sound, like an electric current, rang out. Li Zheng saw the instrument worn on the Lionmane Clan's head vibrate, and then the entire Lionmane Clan's body began to tremble.

In the anatomical diagram, the area previously pointed out by the doctor gradually became darker in color, like a splash of color suddenly appearing on a black and white television, which was extremely eye-catching.

“If it were a normal person, the entire brain scan should be this color,” the doctor said. “The sedative I gave them won’t affect brain function, meaning that although they woke up as infants, their brains are still inactive…”

Theoretically, a race possessing a biologically functional brain should be unable to survive without it. Those suffering from amnesia completely defy this concept, so anything can happen to them. You should be prepared that your methods might not work.

Li Zheng was unsure whether he could succeed.

All we can say is to do our best and leave the rest to fate.

Historically, every research project has required countless experiments to succeed, and Li Zheng doesn't expect that he can cure them successfully just by having a random idea.

"We'll do our best," Li Zheng said in a deep voice. "If it doesn't work, we'll just keep thinking of other ways."

"Hmm." The doctor paused the device on the screen. "Almost done."

In the past, the device on the Lionmane Tribe's head was removed and quickly replaced with a memory release device in order to try to extract the Lionmane Tribe's memories before the reaction that had been stimulated in their brains disappeared.

The indicator light on the memory release device lit up, and Li Zheng's heart jumped into his throat.

If the memory can be successfully extracted, then this experiment is half successful!
Before Li Zheng could even enjoy his happiness for a few seconds, the memory release device suddenly lit up red, then exploded with a snap, releasing a plume of black smoke.

"Failed?"