Electronic Nezha

Chapter 29 The "707" Rule

I didn't stand on ceremony and chatted with Lao Wang for a few minutes before leaving.

As soon as I closed the door, I went into Liu Zhenhua's room. The kid was sitting there obediently waiting for me.

"Dad, do you have a lot of questions to ask me?"

I sat on the bed and said, "Then confess. What else happened that day that I don't know about?"

"I was the one who called the ambulance."

"How, how did you do that?"

"They manipulated a virtual phone number to make calls to the hospital."

"I haven't heard you say anything. You can do ventriloquism?"

"We temporarily created a voice AI, and we can leave everything to it. It will inform the ambulance of its location, cause of action, traffic conditions, and patient's condition based on the scene."

I was in a daze for a moment, but then I felt it was unnecessary. I didn't understand it anyway. As long as I knew that Liu Zhenhua's actions bought Chen Zihan at least five minutes, that was enough.

"Did you draw that picture after you watched Chen Zihan's film, while writing a message for her?"

"Yes."

How were the bleeding points determined?

"Yes, her situation is complicated. The large amount of blood accumulation has confused her, but for AI 75 years from now, figuring out the bleeding point is not a problem."

"Why did you use that leave slip? Shouldn't you have given it to the teacher?"

"I didn't even have PE class the next day; Mr. Gao took it." Mr. Gao was the idiot in Liu Zhenhua's eyes. Liu Zhenhua continued, "I used that piece of paper because all I had in my bag was my notebook, and using a notebook made it easier for someone to target me."

I said with great distress, "Your father's handwriting is also on that paper!"

Authentic, authentic!
"At that time, we couldn't think about anything else. First of all, we couldn't write it on the card with the flowers. Then, you were watching closely from the side. You could spot the bleeding point in a glance, but drawing it would take time."

I slapped my thigh and said, "Hey, you super AI friend from 75 years in the future, do you know that this backward era already has handwriting analysis, and it's quite sophisticated? If Uncle Hat were to investigate your dad, I wouldn't need to write the character '炼' anymore; I could just write '呸' and he'd recognize it!"

Liu Zhenhua said, "That piece of paper only has that much blank space. We need to cut it two centimeters wider, since you have your signature on it."

"This is outrageous! Are you trying to send me to jail?!"

"Dad, calm down..."

I can't calm down at all! Although I realized I might not have to go to jail, I just can't explain it. How could a fruit vendor use a piece of paper the size of a cigarette box to create a classic in the medical field? Could it be that I was patiently and secretly studying neurosurgery in a lousy college, determined to become a renowned doctor?

If this gets exposed, what a huge social reaction it will cause! How many neurosurgeons would want to dig up my family's ancestral graves? Beijing Tiantan Hospital wants to recruit me, should I go? Huashan Hospital wants to invite me, should I go? West China Hospital wants me to be their vice president, should I go? I'm devastated, I'm distressed, I'm pulling out strands of hair from my head.

I'm so delusional—

Why didn't you tell me you were doing these things?

"Is this necessary? Besides, I've already revealed my identity to you, so I thought you could guess something."

I laughed heartily, looking up at the sky: "Well said! I certainly didn't guess that at all."

Liu Zhenhua said, "You have a clean record, so there's no need to worry about being exposed."

"What do you mean?"

"You have no medical background. There are many experts who can draw that diagram, but very few in the world can pinpoint the exact location of the bleeding. Even if all the doctors in the city suspect you, they wouldn't find anything wrong even if they investigated your educational background." The word "investigate" was used here...

"Do you think I won't be angry if you describe someone as 'clean-up' when they're uncultured?" I said. "Then how do you clear yourself of suspicion?" "You can just tell Chen Zihan's dad that I drew it."

"I have already said."

Liu Zhenhua shrugged and said, "That settles it. Human rigid thinking creates many blind spots. We can just hide in those blind spots."

This "we" actually made me feel flattered, like two villainous leaders with the power to destroy the world hiding in the shadows, snickering at all of humanity.

Ultimately, I decided to return to the most fundamental question. I said seriously, "Isn't your main task right now to 'lay low'? Even if the risk is small, there's still a risk in doing so. Let me ask you, if the person who was hit hadn't been Chen Zihan—"

Liu Zhenhua said decisively, "As long as they were my classmates or from the same school, I would have helped them. It was my duty to do what I could. Chen Zihan was lucky; her father is an expert and didn't overlook the contents of that piece of paper. If it were someone else, that's all I could do. The outcome would depend on their fate."

I looked at the boy in front of me, who was talking about humanity and destiny, and pointed to his head, saying, "Aren't you hot?"

Liu Zhenhua touched his head and took off the punk-style wig...

During the time Liu Zhenhua received Chen Zihan's parents, he wore this thing the whole time. I saw a smile in Chen Zihan's mother's eyes. I guess she was too embarrassed to say anything to him. This kid is a complete goofball most of the time, whether he's with female classmates or in front of adults.

But I don't think there's anything wrong with that. Ever since Liu Zhenhua revealed his identity as "Electronic Nezha," I've actually been particularly afraid that he'll become that kind of cold, indifferent person who sees everyone as worthless, like a chicken or a dog.

The side effect is that the future of humanity is entirely in the hands of this idiot.

In the case of Chen Zihan, if Liu Zhenhua hadn't done anything that day, I wouldn't have had the right to say anything to him. But now that there's a result, I have to find out the consequences.

I said to Liu Zhenhua, "One last question: You saved Chen Zihan—"

Liu Zhenhua interrupted me, saying, "Dad, that's not a very accurate way of putting it. Even without me, Chen Zihan might not necessarily be in any serious condition; she might just have some lingering effects..."

"Okay, you've helped Chen Zihan. Will this cause a chain reaction?" Helpless, the old father had limited knowledge and could only think of this one word.

Liu Zhenhua laughed and said, "The chain reaction is that all the cleaning staff in the hospital will be suspected like 'hidden masters,' but in the end, nothing will happen. It should be fine."

"Don't be so ambiguous! The word 'should' shouldn't be coming out of your mouth, should it? This concerns the safety of the Earth; as the parent of this 'electronic Nezha,' it's only right that I worry about it..."

“I know what you’re afraid of. The Earth isn’t that fragile. A chain reaction that could affect all of humanity would have to comply with the ‘707’ rule.”

I crossed my legs, placed my hands on my lap, and waited for him to explain without asking any questions—he had already started, so he couldn't keep me in suspense with the "classified information" excuse, could he?

Sure enough, Liu Zhenhua said, "The so-called 707 rule refers to a sudden event that affects the lives of 0.00007% of the world's population. The chain reaction triggered by this event will change people's lifestyles. It is called the 707 rule because there are seven zeros in front of the number 7."

How many people are there in the world right now?

"About 80 billion."

"80 billion multiplied by 0.0000007 is... can you calculate it for me?"

"5600 people."

“That’s not much—” I picked at the corner of my mouth and suddenly had a whimsical idea, “If I fill a water truck with manure and drive it to a concert with tens of thousands of people and spray it on the crowd, wouldn’t that trigger a chain reaction?” I regretted saying that as soon as I finished speaking. That’s just how I talk. How could I not be a clown?

"No, the events mentioned here refer to those that are memorable and unforgettable."

"What if we replaced the feces with sulfuric acid?"

“The idea is right…” Liu Zhenhua said, playing with his punk-style headgear. “Dad, have you ever thought about what you could have done if you hadn’t sold fruit back then?”

"I'd like to join the army, but why are you asking?"

"It's nothing, I just found that you have quite a knack for causing trouble for people."

(End of this chapter)