Full-time Doctor

The dinner is exquisite French cuisine. Although the chef of the Empire Hotel is not as good as Chen Fuji, it can be regarded as a star level, especially the main course lamb steak, which is simply the best. Mu's table manners are elegant and decent. If it weren't for knowing that he was just an orphan, Wu Chenghe would doubt which medieval nobleman he was.

Hannibal obviously admired Mu's low-key elegance, and talked with him from time to time, respecting and polite. Mu Ze uncharacteristically, Bingshan always had a faint smile on his face, and kindly responded to his question, praised Wu Chenghe for his talent and seriousness, and even took the initiative to raise a toast when serving the main course.

Such Mu Ling Wu Chenghe was shocked, and almost doubted that the person sitting opposite him was the deity deity, but a similar-looking stand-in. Does the Queen also have a fine point?

Such a scene where the guests and the host are enjoying themselves, the atmosphere during the banquet should be quite harmonious and warm, but I don't know why, but Wu Chenghe feels an uneasy aura surging around him. Perhaps it was the reason why his consciousness has strengthened recently. He always felt that there was a strange emotion enveloped on Mu's body, which was completely opposite to his expression. It was cold and sharp, like a velvet-wrapped knife. Even if it was heavily concealed, it still remained. Can't hide the murderous aura.

Quantum beasts are always more sensitive than their masters. Marlowe's caracal cat obviously felt this uneasy atmosphere. During the whole dinner, he walked around uncomfortably. Hannibal's black chestnut eagle kept trying to appease it, sweeping it with his wings from time to time. Passing its tight back, Wu Chenghe clearly saw that the black chestnut carving itself was also tense, his pupils shrank, and the feathers on his neck were shaking nervously, as if it was about to explode all the time.

As for the small light bulb on his ear, he remained silent as before, trying to minimize his sense of existence-as long as it exists, it will be more honest than anyone else.

"Don't eat so many sweets. It's a bit late. Be careful to accumulate food." Hannibal touched his head suddenly. Wu Chenghe suddenly woke up, only to realize that he had eaten the blueberry mousse cake for one person and was eating it. Another one. Turning to see, Marlowe's plate was empty, obviously this guy took advantage of his fascination to call him over.

"It doesn't matter if you eat, he is so thin anyway, and the medical school doesn't need a physical fitness test." Marlowe urged maliciously.

"Marlowe!" Hannibal glared at his son, and Marlowe shut up immediately.

Mu Leng watched the interaction between the father and son, and smiled faintly, and said: "I really don't expect the commander to love the children so much, especially the classmate Wu. I heard that he is your adopted son, did you just adopt him this year? I don't know. It was raised since childhood."

Hannibal's expression froze, but he quickly returned to normal, saying: "Yes, Xia Li's mother is my deceased, because something happened in the family, she entrusted him to me when she died. I treat him and the horse. Luo is the same.” Then he turned the topic to other aspects, “Actually, when I was young, I didn’t like children very much. Good...Speaking of which Mr. Dean is not going to get married? A good expert like you should be liked by many women, right?"

"No time." Mu simply said, "And I'm too selfish, I'm afraid it's hard to tell other people's feelings medically."

"Well, it's admirable." Hannibal raised his glass, "for endless business."

"For the cause." Mu echoed, and met him with a toast, and drank it. "In fact, compared with your commander's great career, my work is really nothing, it's really embarrassing." He smiled. At this time, there was a hint of intriguing sarcasm in his eyes. The sarcasm was too weak and light, if it weren't for Wu Chenghe's intuition, he was familiar enough with him, and could hardly tell him.

Wu Chenghe felt that his attitude was a little abnormal tonight. He looked into his eyes and tried to judge his true emotions, but he still couldn't help it. Mu was like a chameleon, hiding himself, almost becoming an instinct.

But what is certain is that Mu's drink volume is so good that even Hannibal might have to bow down. He drank half of a bottle of red wine all night, his face didn't even change.

After the meal, the four of them sat down again and drank some tea. It was late at night, and Mu got up and said goodbye: "Thank you for the hospitality. It's not early, so I won't disturb the commander-in-chief to rest."

"It took a lot of time for the dean. Let the special service send you off. Drinking is not good for driving." Hannibal asked Yuna to arrange for someone to send him off, and asked Marlowe: "Are you going back to school? Or stay. Stay one night and come back tomorrow morning?"

"I'll be training early tomorrow morning, I have to hurry back." Marlowe said, "A roll call will be made at four o'clock in the morning. It's not a few hours."

"Well, stay with Xia Li, sleep with me at night, and I'll let Yuna take you back tomorrow morning." Hannibal put his arm around Wu Chenghe's shoulder naturally, and his black chestnut sculpture hit the ceiling. Spin, make a happy tweet.

Mu's brows jumped, rubbed her temples, and suddenly said: "No need to trouble the special service, just because classmate Wu didn't drink, why don't you help me drive and go back together, so that you don't have to catch the commuter bus early tomorrow morning.

"Okay." Wu Chenghe was also afraid of getting up late tomorrow morning. Now the medical school is in full swing to crack down on violations. Even if the Queen's attitude is very kind tonight, there is no guarantee that his old man will turn his face and deny him tomorrow morning, so he picked up his own. Jacket, said to Hannibal, "I'll send the dean back. Anyway, Yuna said you have an appointment with the head of the Weapon Group tomorrow morning."

Hannibal's expression was unhappy for a moment, but he quickly controlled it, and touched his head pettingly, and said, "Well, it's going to be winter vacation anyway, let's go home and talk again... After school, go to class and listen to the dean’s words."

"knew."

The three of them went downstairs, and Malo drove away alone carrying the evil egg tart. Wu Chenghe asked Mu, "Where is your car, Dean?"

Mu Dai stayed in the parking lot for a while, frowning and said: "The ghost knows." With the dim light, Wu Chenghe was surprised to find that his eyes were a little straight, and his cheekbones were stained with a faint blush. He stood there unexpectedly. It's a bit shaky.

So is he drunk? Wu Chenghe carefully held his arm and asked tentatively: "Dean, are you all right? Are you drunk?"

Mu took a deep breath and raised his forehead: "It's not a problem with wine, I just...can't drink tea."

Wu Chenghe has a black line. No wonder he always drinks coffee. There are people in this world who are drunk with tea. They can't help but put his arm on his shoulder and hold him around in the parking lot looking for a car. After looking for the old for a long time, Mu suddenly realized "Oh!", stretched out his left hand to activate the personal brain, and muttered: "Forget the remote control, **** it, I thought it would be okay to just drink this, she is really old... "

A small black flying saucer made a "didi" sound and floated over. Wu Chenghe sighed, helped the drunk Queen Queen up, sat in the driver's seat, and started autopilot.

The little flying saucer took off, accelerated, and when it broke through the sound barrier, it made a soft "hum——" and flew towards the Twin Cities. The inside of the car gradually became quiet, and only the regular "di-di" sound of automatic navigation was heard. Mu leaned on the back of the seat, closed her eyes and slumbered, resting her right hand on her forehead, gently rubbing her temples with her thumb, her slender fingers were as fine as white jade carvings.

Wu Chenghe looked at his hands. These hands are legends in the medical world. Back then, Aston University hired him as the dean of the medical school and bought it for a sky-high insurance with 80 million federal currency. No one has surpassed it so far.

It is a miracle that an ordinary person can achieve such a transcendent status in medicine.

"What are you looking at?" Mu didn't open his eyes, but he seemed to be able to see everything around him. His voice was a little vague, his tongue was as big as a drunk man, "I think these hands are very enviable?"

"Um, yes." Wu Chenghe admitted a little embarrassedly, "I've heard of that high-priced insurance policy."

Mu indifferently "snorted", took out a bottle of water from the small freezer, drank half of it in one breath, was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "You will surpass me."

His tone was extremely calm, with a hint of expectation, and he didn't seem to regret that someone could surpass him at all. Wu Chenghe's heart jumped. No other student was happier to hear the teacher praise him like this. Just about to say something to show his determination, thank him for his encouragement. But he listened to his words: "That was a drunk talk just now, and the compliments that you said in front of your father tonight are all jokes, just to adjust the atmosphere of the table, you must not go to your heart." After a while, mocking. Said, "Actually, you only deserve to buy me a lunch box based on your qualifications."

Wu Chengheji, really drunk, did not forget his classic three-stage teaching, his mouth cracked, and said: "Well, I will work hard anyway." Saying that this is the rhythm that the Queen should have, and suddenly changed The style of painting is still scary.

"Idiot." Mu smiled and scolded, looking at him sideways, and gradually his eyes became very soft. After a while, he suddenly raised his hand and gently rubbed his hair, then turned his face, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Although he has been smiling tonight, Wu Chenghe felt that his smile at this moment was real, from the heart, and without concealment. It was completely different from the feeling of resistance and coldness when facing Hannibal. . Moreover, he smiled beautifully, with curved eyes, upturned mouth corners, and the faint smile lines on his cheeks raised a beautiful arc, mature and innocent, as if the warm wind of early spring could melt the ice.

His whole body exudes a kind of intoxicating charm, full of masculine charm, contrary to the tough temperament of Hannibal and Jin Che, warm and full of healing, which makes people physically and mentally happy.

"Don't look at me like this, drive well." Mu felt Wu Chenghe looking at him and pulled her face down. "Don't have discordant fantasies about your teacher, kid, I'm about a few years older than your father."

"Huh?" Wu Chenghe realized that he was teasing himself for a long time, his face flushed, and he said, "You, what are you talking about! I clearly didn't..."

Mu laughed, did not make a sound, but the whole person was shaking, his thin chest made a stuffy vibration, and he suppressed it for a long time. He closed his eyes and asked: "Your mother died last year? Was adopted by someone. How does it feel?"

"Well, yes." Wu Chenghe didn't know why he suddenly talked about his family affairs. He thought about it, "In fact, I encountered a terrorist kidnapping at the beginning of the year and lost my memory, so I don't remember much of the past. "

"Oh, I know, this is mentioned in your medical report." Mu said, and then asked, "How is the foster father treating you?"

"Very good." Wu Chenghe said, "Although the commander-in-chief is my adoptive father, he is my biological father-many people know this-he is more kind to me than to Marlowe, and he is also pitiful. I have no other relatives. He is a very careful person."

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Mu's mouth, and said, "Yes, I can see that the commander is really a good father, and his heart is very careful, hehe... so fine."

His tone was a little strange. Wu Chenghe turned his head to look at him, but saw that he was covering his eyes, as if he was uncomfortably illuminated by the light, so he dimmed the brightness of the ceiling a bit, and said: "You take a rest, dean, there is still half It takes more than an hour to arrive."

"No, I'm not tired, I'm just a little excited after drinking tea." Mu said, after a while, asked, "What are your arrangements for the winter vacation?"

"Go home, Dad told me to go back to Gabriel." Wu Chenghe said, "And I also want to see a good buddy of mine. He is one grade lower than me, and he will be admitted to medical school next year." Speaking of Chen Miaomiao, still I really miss him. Although Kikujiro is a good friend, he is not a life-and-death buddy like him.

Mu pondered for a while, and said, "I have a project to call for interns. I originally wanted to recommend you to it. If that's the case, let's just let it go. I will find a few other people to try it out."

"Huh?" Wu Chenghe came to the spirit, "I can stay for the winter vacation, it doesn't matter if I don't go back, let me go, Dean, I am definitely more diligent than the others."

"I don't even know any project, so I'm so anxious about it. Are you afraid that I would recommend you to go to another place to sweep the floor?" Mu ridiculed, "I don't know how to live so big."

"You recommend me to go. Even if you sweep the floor, it must be a beautiful job." Wu Chenghe said flatly. After today's dinner, he felt that he and Mu were a lot closer. Maybe it was because he saw a lot of things he hadn't shown. Closeness.

"You believe me." Mu muttered, "Have you heard of the Saint Martin Research Center?"

"Of course!" Wu Chenghe was inexplicably surprised. St. Martin's Hospital is the number one hospital in the Federation. It is larger and stronger than the affiliated hospital of Aston Medical College. Its subordinate research institute is called the Saint Martin Research Center, which is stationed in ten top federal medical scientists and hundreds of super doctors in other hospitals. The whole constitutes a loose research institution, which regularly negotiates research projects and treats some rare medical cases in the world. Conduct theoretical research.

As the most powerful brain surgery expert in the federation, Mu is also one of the suspended scientists, mainly engaged in pathological research of mutated brain.

"My teacher set up a research project about the study of the different-dimensional spatial structure of the guide brain. It requires an intern to deal with miscellaneous tasks in the past, mainly dealing with environmental pollution, destroying medical waste and so on." Mu said, "Just like you are good at it. Sweeping the floor and knowing a little bit of waste wood is the most suitable, and you are stupid enough to not reveal secrets, so I want to recommend you to go."

"I am willing!" Wu Chenghe was going crazy, "I won't go home during the winter vacation. I will report as soon as I finish the final exam. Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Dean!"

"It's just a cleaner, and it's worth your joy. It's stupid." Mu scolded, after a pause, his tone became serious, "You go directly to Director Saiana's research group this time, Dr. Saiana It is my teacher and the person who raised me. It is the same as my mother. After you go, you should respect her as you respect me and help me take care of her, understand?"

When Mu was abandoned by his parents because of a genetic defect, Dr. Saiana saved him. After he grew up, it was Dr. Saiana who applied for social assistance and transplanted his heart and lungs. Later, Mu was admitted to Aston University and walked all the way to where he is today. It can be said that talent is one aspect, but Saiana’s help and guidance is even more important. If it hadn’t been for this kind-hearted woman, he would have been Dead.

"I will listen to her and study hard." Wu Chenghe respected this legendary Arab woman and solemnly agreed.

"There is nothing to learn, the most important thing is to take care of her old man, understand?" Mu grabbed his hair and said fiercely, "Don't treat yourself as a student, just be a nanny and a handyman. By the way, listen. Say that you often have a variety of desserts, and it is best to learn how to make them, and respect her a little when the time comes."

"...I know." Wu Chenghe didn't care about his threats. It is a great honor to enter the Saint Martin Research Center, even if it is just a cleaner. Well, I have to learn how to make snacks from Jin Xuan after I go back.

Hannibal was busy with official duties, and he returned to Gabriel Military Port after handling his official duties in the capital. Wu Chenghe sent him off when he was leaving, and by the way told him that he was going to be an intern at the Saint Martins Research Center. Hannibal was a little surprised, but he did not object. He only hugged him a little bit reluctantly, and said, "Well, I will come to the capital during the spring break. I will come to see you again. You will stay here alone. , Take care of yourself."

Wu Chenghe hugged him back. After all, he is the only person in this world who has blood relationship with him. He said, "Don't worry, you will pay attention to your health when you go back. Don't be too tired. Take Mrs. Liliz on a vacation if you have time. "

Hannibal smiled and rubbed his hair: "The kid is here to take care of the adults!"

"I'm not a kid anymore." Wu Chenghe waved his hand. "Women want to coax. Yuna said that you haven't been home for a long time, and you forgot to buy gifts for your wedding anniversary. Mrs. Liliz is a little angry."

"Old couple, old wife, there is nothing to remember, she doesn't care about those things." Hannibal looked at him with deep eyes, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "I'd better coax you first. Who would call you more than a woman? cute."

"Hey!" Wu Chenghe was a little bit ridiculous, "Speaking like this is too much, Dad."

Hannibal squeezed his chin and said, "You also know that I am your father, and you still say these **** things, is my woman something you should care about? Boy, go to your school. ."

Wu Chenghe began to twist, touching his chin and inhaling: "It hurts to pinch!"

Hannibal rubbed his fingers, squinted his eyes as if he was reminiscing about something, and said, "It's not as soft as before. Come and let me see, is it going to grow a beard?"

"Is there?" Wu Chenghe touched it carefully, and said, "Maybe, I'm eighteen years old." Generally, boys are already well developed at this age. Because he is a guide, his body is relatively late, and he still has a face until now. Baby look.

"Well, I'm going to be eighteen." Hannibal frowned, a trace of imperceptible irritation flashed in his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Is your health okay lately? Are there any discomforts? The weather is cold, be careful. Catch a cold and have a fever."

"Nothing, I'm fine, I will pay attention to it in the future." Wu Chenghe said, "You also take care of your body."

"Well, I'll make time to see you as soon as possible." Hannibal smiled, but there was a deep touch in his smile, hugged his son again, and turned and set foot on the spaceship to Gabriel military port.

After a period of review, Aston University has ushered in a tense final exam season. All the students are like being whipped, leaving early and returning late at night, wishing to get their brains out. The medical school is no exception. Because of Mu's perverted high-pressure management, everyone is working hard, planning to get a good grade in the exam and save some credits to survive the winter.

Wu Chenghe’s grades are usually above average. In the last month or so, because of Mu’s guidance, he has made rapid progress. When the results were announced, all four main courses got A+, and the other courses were all A- or higher, only one. Associate Subject-Folklore Appreciation I got B. Fortunately, I still rank in the forefront of the class after the comprehensive credits are calculated.

On the second day after signing the transcript, Mu asked him to pack his luggage and took him to the Saint Martin Research Center. The St. Martin Research Center is located in York City, west of the Twin Cities. It is a two-hour drive from the Aston Medical School. It is an old metropolis in the capital of Dunkel and it is very prosperous.

The little flying saucer stopped on the top of a huge towering building, and Mu took Wu Chenghe out of the car. An Arab woman with a black veil was already standing at the entrance of the passage. When she saw Mu, her dark brown eyes showed a look of love, and she stretched out her arms to hug him: "Oh, my child, you are welcome back."

According to the perspective of this era, she is about a hundred years old. Her face is covered with traces of time. There are white hairs on the sideburns protruding from her veil. It is obvious that she has been helping the poor aboriginals in remote areas for a long time. Weather-beaten.

"Teacher Saiana." Mu gently hugged her back, and then introduced Wu Chenghe to her: "This is the kid, his name is Wu Chenghe."

"Oh, what a lovely young man, he looks like you when you were a kid." Saiana took Wu Chenghe's hand and looked at him. For some reason, there was a hint of invisible moisture in the corner of her eyes.