Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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"These donors were dead, but you can be thankful we had parts of their brains available." Crander delved into the file and came up with a sheet. The Man Who Was Six "Here are some body part contributors." He read rapidly. "Dimwiddie, Barton, Colton, Morton, Flam and Carnera were responsible for arms and hands. Greenberg, Rochefault, Gonzalez, Tall-Cloud, Gowraddy and Tsin There is nothing at all like having a sound mind in a sound body, but Dan Merrol had too much of one—and also too much of the other! the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] He felt his own yawn slip off his face. "What do you mean? What am I should know, shouldn't I?" "Of course, but...." He did some verbal backstepping. "It was a highly attractive—but surely he ought to have known that long ago. "The "Of course—a replacement. I told you it was a serious accident. They had to use whatever was handy." me ." "I wish you could." Her voice was low and sad and he couldn't guess why. "My name is Dan Merrol." "They told you that at the hospital." They hadn't—he'd read it on the chart. But he had been alone in the room and the name had to be his, and anyway he felt like Dan Merrol. She was wrong again, but it was probably wiser not to tell her how he myself. For instance, I'm a specialist in lepidoptera." "What's that?" "At the moment, who knows? Anyway, I'm a well-known actor and a and after making a lot of money wrestling, married six girls, not necessarily in this order—Lucille, Louise, Carolyn, Katherine, Shirley and Miriam." That was quite a few marriages—maybe it was thoughtless of him to have mentioned them. No woman approves her predecessors. "That's six. Where do I come in?" Did that mean he wasn't right on anything else? From the expression What were they, a bunch of humorists? Did they, for comic effect, piece together a body out of bits and scraps left over from a chopping block? It was himself he was looking at, otherwise he'd say the results were neither hideous nor horrible, but merely—well, what? Ludicrous and laughable—and there were complications in that too. Who wants to be his Dan Merrol—but he wasn't going to insist on it—not after looking at himself. Not after trying to sort out those damned memories. What was it? "What's Wysocki's theorem?" she asked. " Whose theorem?" "Wysocki's. I started to call the hospital and you wouldn't let me, mind frantically and the words came out. "Self-therapy," he said briskly. "The patient alone understands what he needs." She started to interrupt, but he shook his head and went on blithely. "That's the first corollary of the theorem. The second is that there are critical and carry them through by himself, even though running a slight risk of physical complications." wherever he is." accident —and that was where he'd got the idea. There At least he knew who or what Dan Merrol was—the pilot of the Mars felt he could manage a takeoff at this instant. But why hadn't he told her? Shock? Perhaps—but where had those other identities come from—lepidopterist, musician, actor, mathematician and wrestler? And where had he got memories of wives, slender and that due to? "What are you going to do?" he asked, deliberately toying with the last bite of breakfast. It gave him time to think. "They said they'd identified everyone, living or dead, and I supposed they had. After seeing you, I can believe they made any number of similar mistakes. Dan Merrol may be alive under another name. It will be hard to do, but I must try to find him. Some of the accident victims went to other hospitals, you know, the ones located nearest where they fell." Even if he was sure, he didn't know whether he could tell her—and he "Wysocki's theorem," he told her. "The patient has decided to walk." It might be wrong, but it was very pleasant, though he did guess her matched his legs, they'd given him good ones. hand, the slender one, an exquisite thing that might once have belonged to a musician. Was there an instrument played with one hand? The other one was far larger and clumsier, more suited to mayhem than music. "When can I see the director?" On his way in, he miscalculated, or she did, and he brushed against hospital didn't seem to have a calming influence on either her or the doctor. "That's why I came here. I'm not sure who I am. I thought I was Dan Merrol." Doctor Crander tried to fight his way through the desk. Being a little Merrol wasn't as pleased as the doctor appeared to be. "Granted you can identify me as the person who came out of regrowth—but does that mean I'm Dan Merrol? Could there be a mistake?" Crander eyed him clinically. "We don't ordinarily do this—but it is He pressed the buzzer and an angular woman in her early forties was not wholly true—Crander didn't seem much affected. But he was a doctor and used to it. Furthermore, he probably had room for only one emotion at the moment—relief at the return of his patient. mass of records. Crander noticed his expression and smiled. "You're our prize case, Merrol. I've never heard of anyone else surviving such extensive surgery. Naturally, we have a step-by-step account of everything we did." accepted by most courts—they're always lagging—but to medical men it's the last word." it?" "Mass-cell radiographs. One was loaned by your employer. The other was to standard methods. One cell won't do it, ten yield an uncertain identity—but as few as a hundred cells from any part of the original body, excepting the blood, constitute proof more positive than fingerprints before the surgical exchange of limbs. Don't ask me why—no one knows. But it is true that cells differ from one body to The mass-cell radiographs did seem identical and Dr. Crander seemed certain. Taken altogether, the evidence was overwhelming. There had been no mistake—he was Dan Merrol, though it was not difficult to Crander waggled it gravely. "It coordinates perfectly. I've observed match ?" cried the doctor. "Do you have any idea of the match? True, it may not be esthetically harmonized, but here we delve into the mysteries of the contact as a joint ... this was done. Then there are the tissue factors—four. Tendon factors—two. Nerve-splice factors—three factors—seven at the latest count and more coming up with further research. "That's the beginning, but at the sensory organs we leave the simple "There were many others injured at the same time, you know—and you were one of the last to be extricated from the ship. Normally, when we have to replace a whole arm, we do so at the shoulder for obvious reasons. But the previously treated victims had depleted our supplies. Some needed only a hand and we gave them just that, others a hand and a forearm, and so on. When we got to you, we had to use leftovers or permit you to die—there wasn't time to send to other hospitals. In could do for him until it was too late. How long could he expect Erica to wait? The doctor hadn't finished the medical session. "Replacement of body Kaufman, musician—Breed Mannly, cowboy actor—George Elkins, lepidopterist—Duke DeCaesares, wrestler—and Ben Eisenberg, mathematician, went into the places I tapped." authentic, but they weren't his—nor did the other wives belong to him. It was no wonder Erica had cringed at their names.

<question>:
Who was Wysocki?

<options>:
A The Dr. working on Dan's recovery
B A neuroscience researcher who's work helped save Dan
C A non-existent scientist that Dan made up
D One of the organ donors

<answer>:

C