Zheng Ren's fingers moved slightly, but in the end, his strong desire to live stopped him from experimenting with the light forceps on the table.
There was no use in opening it now. He needed a microscope, installed it, and then controlled the laser to extract the cells.
Even if they had a microscope, it would not work.
What should he take from the table?
The bacteria in the iron - covered Maotai? Or the bacteria in the braised mandarin fish?
"With the mechanical arm, can DaVinci or da Vinci operate it?" Xie ning suddenly asked.
"I'll go back and study it. I think it can be operated. The precision now might not be at the genetic level, but the cell level is enough. " Zheng Ren had forgotten the daunting identity of his father - in - Law and answered calmly.
Xie ning was shocked.
The light forceps could be controlled and could also be used for repeated experiments.
