Full-time Doctor

"Hello, Director Saiana." Wu Chenghe said respectfully.

Saiana's medical achievements are not as outstanding as her student Mu, or even worse than many of her subordinates, but her status in the medical field is extremely respected. She has been unmarried all her life. Since the girlhood, she has followed the social welfare agencies on the remote planets in the galaxy, helping the poor and helping children with physical disabilities. Mu is one of her beneficiaries.

She is the only Arab woman who has won the Nobel Peace Prize in hundreds of years. Both the former president and the current president have awarded her the Silver Star in recognition of her outstanding contributions to medicine and humanitarianism. After getting older, she could no longer sail with the fleet, so she was hired by the Saint Martin Research Center as the director.

It can be said that although the St. Martin Research Center gathers the best doctors in the entire Federation, Saiana is the real soul here, and her strong personality charm has brought these unruly geniuses together.

"Come on, let's go in and talk." Saiana took Wu Chenghe into the room and said lovingly, "Follow Mu and learn well. He is a very good teacher. One day you will be as good as him."

"I will work hard."

St. Martin’s Hospital is located in the very center of York City. The overall is a 480-story circular super-large building. The research center occupies the top ten floors of the building, and each floor is connected by a cross-shaped sky bridge. Director Saiana’s office is on the top floor and is connected to a series of well-equipped laboratories. The project that Wu Chenghyuk will participate in this time will be carried out here.

Saiana took them to visit the prepared laboratory and lounge, introduced the two assistants to Mu, and gently said to Wu Chenghe: "Interns have weekends. Then you can live in the dormitory here or you can Go to his house with Mu."

"Teacher Saiana!" Mu Fu'e looked at her helplessly, "You have no right to stuff strangers into my house!"

"He is your student, Mu, how did I treat you back then?" Saiana squinted at him. "When you were in your twenties, you still stayed at my house all day long. The scandal came almost at an age. How did I teach you to be like this? You learned everything, but you didn't learn how to take care of your students."

"The entire medical school is my students, can I bring them all home?" Mu weakly retorted.

"Wu is different from them. Isn't he the direct disciple you like?"

"...When did I say that?!"

"Oh, you duplicity man." Saiana smiled and shook her head, and said to Wu Chenghe, "Well, if he refuses to take you in, then you live in my house, just to be my company, you won't hate me Is this old woman?"

"How come." Wu Chenghe only then knew that Mu's home was in York City, but he didn't know if he lived alone or... Forget it, people like him can only live alone, and one more person will definitely be driven by him.

"Okay, I'll take him home on the weekend." Mu said distressedly, and then waved like a fly, "What are you still doing here, go and get familiar with the two assistants, and let them take you down to check in and out." Code, by the way, teach you what to do. We have a meeting at noon and we will start working in the afternoon."

Wu Chenghe agreed one by one and left with his assistant. Seeing his back disappear at the end of the corridor, Saiana closed the automatic door and sighed: "Poor boy."

Mu's expression cooled down, looking at the dove-grey sky outside the French windows, and said for a long time: "Hannibal treated him well, at least...he is currently very well. He is not an adult and is safe for the time being."

"He will be an adult soon, I can tell." Saiana said worriedly, "Within three months, his Icarus phantom will pupate, and he will be a powerful guide."

"I know, that's why I brought him here." Mu lowered his eyes, frowning a shallow Sichuan word, "Teacher, I must protect him."

"I will help you." Saiana's dry palm touched his shoulder. "The entire research center will help you. We established this organization to help guides who don't want to lose their freedom? Not to mention him. Still your relatives."

Mu stood against the window, his thin body cast a black silhouette on the ground, he sighed, and said: "Everything will be fine. The situation is much better than it was fifty years ago. The society is progressing, and the Federation is also progressing. Protecting guides, even if they are kept in captivity, is more tender than the mass murder."

"Yes, everything will be fine. One day the bill will be amended and all guides will be free." Saiana smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Are you planning to go on like this?"

"I plan to have a child." Mu Dandan said, "Too lonely, teacher, I am not as strong as you, I often feel cold... I am afraid that I will always be alone."

"Maybe you should find that person..."

"No." Mu interrupted her, her dark eyes flashed with pain, and she shook her head for a long time, "Don't talk about it, I'll go check the information, and see you in the conference room later."

"Okay." Saiana looked at him worriedly, her words stopped, Mu Hei's back was thin and lonely, like a long and narrow sword, which looked sharp, but could break at any time.

Wu Chenghe's internship has officially started. As Mu said, he can only act as a handyman here, dealing with medical waste, cleaning equipment, organizing documents, and so on. But even so, he still feels that he has benefited a lot. This is a serious research institution. The equipment and instruments are much more sophisticated than those of the medical school. The database is extremely complex, containing almost all the literature and materials of mankind for thousands of years. In contrast, the database at the level of the Gabriel Military Port No. 1 Hospital is nothing short of scum.

Even more surprising is that there are many intact guide specimens preserved here. Out of curiosity, Wu Chenghe inquired about the codes of some of the specimens. The strange thing was that these codes were all empty. In other words, these specimens were not registered in the Federal Specimen Library at all. They were illegal private collections.

Guides are very rare and precious, and every one of them must be registered. When they enter the guide school, they will be marked with an identification code, which will follow them throughout their lives. Federal law stipulates that even if they die, the body of the guide must be recovered according to the code. Therefore, it is harder to obtain a guide specimen through illegal channels than to rob the Federal Bank.

Unless a certain organization has been keeping a large group of guides who have not been registered, it is possible to obtain so many private collections. Wu Chenghe was frightened by this speculation, and tentatively asked an assistant, but the assistant was very secretive about it, and only warned him not to talk nonsense and just do the thing at hand.

Wu Chenghe is a master of secrecy, because he himself is a great secret, so he closed his mouth wisely after a little entanglement.

On the last day of the first week of the internship, Wu Chenghe cleaned the dissection room according to the schedule. When he entered the dissection room, he found a complete male corpse parked on the dissection table, and Mu was observing his brain.

"I haven't used it up yet, I'll clean it later." Mu Tou said without looking up. Just as Wu Chenghe was about to leave, he said again, "Come here and show you something."

Wu Chenghe changed into sterile clothes and approached the dissection table. Mu pushed the sight glass to him: "Look." Through the endoscope, Wu Chenghe saw the male corpse's brain. The structure there seemed to be similar to that of ordinary humans at first glance, but there was a slight difference when it looked closely. The direction is a bit strange, but the mesh system of the brainstem is more complicated.

"He is a guide," Mu whispered, "an invisible guide."

Wu Chenghe's heart jumped: "Invisible guide?"

"Yes." Mu moved the sight glass, uncovered the covering covering the male corpse's face, and said, "His quantum beast is an orchid mantis with an excellent mimicry, so he has lived in the jungle all his life. Can hide his identity well."

It was the first time Wu Chenghe saw another invisible guide besides himself. He was almost stunned, and said: "Hidden? You mean he..."

"Yes, he is an unregistered free guide and has not entered the guide school for his entire life." Mu Dao, "We also got his body donation through private channels."

"Why?" Wu Chenghe asked subconsciously, "Why didn't he go to the guide school?"

"Listen." Mu moved for a while, his sharp gaze pierced his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Ask the right question, otherwise you will get out of here."

The right question? Wu Chenghe pondered his warning silently, calmed down slowly, and lowered his head to observe the guide carefully. Sure enough, he found a dead quantum beast next to his pillow. It was a colorful orchid mantis, very small, only the size of an adult man's thumb, lying quietly on the pale blue dissecting table, like a withered orchid.

"How did he prevent himself from being discovered?" Wu Chenghe asked in a low voice.

The corner of Mu's mouth twitched slightly and said, "He is a forest ranger, living in the jungle far away from the crowd, and he rarely contacts the outside world."

It seems that he asked the right question this time. Wu Chenghe pondered for a while and then asked: "So how can he control himself not to be in heat and not to release pheromones when he is an adult?"

"Suppress with drugs," Mu said, "and the powerful guide itself can control his own glands, and keep calm for those with abilities below a certain degree of compatibility, and don't release pheromone."

It was the gate of the new world. Wu Chenghe felt a little bit cold in his hands and feet: "You mean, the guide can control himself... how does he do this?"

"Exercise your consciousness and control." Mu said, "This is very difficult. People of different aptitudes can reach different levels. For example, this sample can resist up to 70% compatible abilities. Some guides with super talents can even reach more than 90%." After a pause, he said: "But there is a limit to everything. If you encounter a 100% compatible ability, any guide can Can’t run away, it’s fate, just like a mouse can’t hide from a cat.” As he said, his eyes suddenly darkened, not knowing what he had remembered, he covered the corpse, and said, “Okay, push him into the freezer. Go inside, clean up and get off work in an hour. I will wait for you in the lounge and we will go home together."

"Huh?" Wu Chenghe hadn't recovered from the gate of the new world. It took a long time to realize that he was going to take himself home, and he was flattered, "Go, go to your house?"

"Didn’t Teacher Saiana said that that day?" Mu frowned, took off the dissection gloves and threw them into the trash can, took off the sterile clothes and threw them in his arms. Don't go, stay here and sleep with the corpse."

"I thought you were just perfunctory." Wu Chenghe still couldn't believe it.

"I never perfuse Teacher Saiana!" Mu stared at him, slammed the door and left.

"You duplicity man!" Wu Chenghe learned the famous saying of Teacher Saiana from his back, and went to clean up happily.

Mu's residence was only two blocks away from St. Martin's Hospital. It was located on the middle floor of a hundreds-storey building. It was small in size, but it was already very spacious as a single man's apartment.

"Just sit down, there is no food at home, only water, you have to drink it yourself. I have already ordered dinner and it will probably be delivered in half an hour." Mu pointed out the rooms at home one by one. "Living room, kitchen, Study room, guest room, you will sleep there tonight, my bedroom is opposite you, nightmares in the middle of the night, loneliness and cold things, don’t bother me, there are no tools here, you can solve it yourself."

"..." Wu Chenghe was speechless. He turned around in the living room and found that Mu's aesthetics was quite strange. The walls were all Fauvist works, Indian-style ornaments were placed on the table, and Ukiyo-e-style posters were hung in the study. , It's a hodgepodge.

"What is this?" Wu Chenghe's gaze was attracted by a magnetic levitation bowl. The bowl was the size of a palm, and there was a two-centimeter-square piece of metal floating in it. Mu was taking off his coat and following his gaze, the expression on his face stiffened for a moment, and then returned to normal, saying, "Trash."

It’s impossible to find a magnetic levitation bowl to store the garbage? Wu Chenghe didn’t believe it. He lightly picked up the fragment and took a closer look. He found that it should be a fragment of some kind of shell exploded. There were burn marks on the surface and some sharp scratches. Because of his good eyesight, he even I saw a suspicious dark brown in a deeper scratch, like blood.

Seeing him picking up the fragment, Mu's face became very bad, and he took it and threw it back into the bowl, saying: "Private collection is invaluable. If it is broken, it won't be enough to pay you."

Wu Chenghe curled his lips and moved away. After he turned around, he secretly opened his personal brain, took a picture of the fragment and saved it—Jin Xuan is a military professional and is very familiar with weapons. There are so many things that can be seen at a glance. If you can tell the model number, go back and ask him if you are right.

When the dinner was delivered, Mu was in the shower. Wu Chenghe set the plate and called him in the bedroom. He found him standing by the transparent curtain wall in a daze. He was wearing only a pair of black pajamas, topless, bare feet, and dark hair dripping. Tick ​​to answer the drops of water.

He was very thin, his fair skin stretched on the narrow bones, and he could barely see any decent muscles. Only the chest and upper arms were slightly stronger, but only a little bit, so the whole person appeared very weak. The magnetic levitation bowl containing the fragments was moved from the living room to the bedroom by him at some point, and it was placed on the chest of drawers beside him.

"President?" Wu Chenghe tentatively knocked on the open door, "Dinner is here, do you want to eat it?"

"Hmm, wait a minute." Muxiang was awakened by his voice, picked up the towel on the floor, wiped her hair, and put on her black pajamas. Wu Chenghe noticed that there was a very long scar on the side of his left chest. It was probably old and not very visible anymore, but it was still slightly pink.

"Is that the wound from your transplant operation? Why not smooth it?" Wu Chenghe asked. Mu Shun looked at his chest and said, "Is it ugly? What does it matter? I don't just show it to others when I grow up like this. I just do whatever I like."

"Uh...No, you are handsome, it will be more perfect if you wear it off." Wu Chenghe was telling the truth. Although Mu is not as handsome as Jin Xuan, he has a sense of elegance and elegance. Of course, there is also a reason that he looks a bit similar to himself, so everyone is not too ugly.

"Well, surely you have always had discordant fantasies about me?" Mu put on his sleeves, buttoned the buttons one by one, and squinted at him seriously. "Student Wu, I am supporting you entirely because you are stupid enough. It’s not because I like you. And the two men-there is no result, understand?"

Wu Chenghe shook his heart and trembled: "Dean, I really don't have an Electra plot or a tendency to be abused. You can rest assured that I won't throw you down in the middle of the night... And isn't your transplant operation performed all at once? Why? There will be two wounds?" When he got closer, he saw that there was another wound on Mu's left chest, which was slightly shorter than the surgical wound, only two or three centimeters, and it looked like a few years later than that one in terms of color. .

"Trauma, an accident." Mu said simply, putting on clothes, and said: "Go to dinner."

Sitting at the dining table, Wu Chenghe's mind was still writhing about the afternoon's affairs. He hesitated and asked tentatively: "Dean, can I ask you a question?"

"what?"

"Where did the specimens of those guides come from? I checked the codes and they are not federally registered guides."

After a pause, he meditated for a while, put down the tableware, and said: "They are all free guides, because they have received the assistance of the research center and signed a contract with us for donation of remains."

"Free guide...assistance..." Wu Chenghe was shocked. "You mean, they are all guides who don't obey federal control? The research center has been helping them evade the government's investigation?"

"Yes." Mu wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, looked up at him seriously, and said, "You know the'cocktail case', right?"

"I know." It was because of that case that the guide was extensively searched and detained, resulting in a tragedy of 200,000 to one.

"Since the federal government enacted the bill persecuting guides, the people have quietly established such an organization. Most of the organization is guides, and a small number of ordinary people and supernaturalists. They help each other, conceal their identities for each other, and are cruel. Survive in the environment." Mu whispered, "Later the bill was abolished and the guides were protected, but there are still many people who are unwilling to enter the guide school and marry the federally designated spouse. This organization continues to provide protection for them."

Wu Chenghe was stunned, and the chopsticks in his hand fell on the table with a "click", and he said: "You mean, the Saint Martin Research Center is actually a criminal group harbouring guides?"

Mu nodded: "Yes!" Seeing Wu Chenghe's face in shock, he lowered his voice mysteriously and secretly: "Remember that shrapnel? I said it was the **** one."

"…Remember."

"That's actually a souvenir." Mu whispered, "I once had a student who knew the secret of the organization and wanted to tell the police that I killed him for keeping it secret. The shrapnel was taken from his body. I left it as a memorial when I came out."

Wu Chenghe fought a cold war with Lingling, and the hairs on his back spine stood up. Mu stretched out a finger to hook his chin, leaned closer, and said, "I don't want to do this unappetizing thing a second time, do you understand?"

Wu Chenghe understood it in a second, and nodded hurriedly: "I understand, don't worry Dean, I won't tell this secret."

Mu Fu put on a smile of unknown meaning, and said, "I totally believe in you." Wu Chenghe thought he would add something like "Because you are stupid", but he didn't say it, only poured a glass of red wine and sipped slowly. Laugh faintly like a fox.

Wu Chenghe's heart was slightly surging, and he never expected that there would be such an organization against the sky in this world, openly opposing the guide school and the federal law. After surging for a while, I thought of an important question: "The dean, are you also a guide?"

Mu knocked on the wine glass and shook his head: "I said, ask the right question."

Wu Chenghyuk wanted to ask him what kind of guide can enter such an organization, and what kind of talent is eligible to apply for assistance, but he swallowed again. This matter is related to his future life and his freedom. He can't rashly tell this secret, not to mention that the other party is a stranger who is not relative to him, an unpredictable poisonous tongue.

Wu Chenghe hesitated for a long time, and finally did not confess to him. He only asked the last questions at the end of the dinner: "The dean, the story of shrapnel, is it fake, right?"

Mu scratched his chin and said, "Yes."

Wu Chenghe asked again: "In fact, it was taken out of your body, it is the small wound, right?"

Mu crossed his palms and made an "X" gesture, indicating that he had asked the wrong question again. Wu Chenghe didn't care, and then asked: "Is the person who hurt you your lover?"

Mu's face turned black immediately, and Wu Chenghe was not afraid to chase after him: "Is he a man?"

Mu immediately became furious and jumped up like a singed cat. He raised his slap and slapped him on the head fiercely. You sew your brains together! Why don't you write novels, you scumbag? Studying medicine is really a waste of your dog blood! You dare to yoke me, it's a leopard's guts!"

"Wow!" Wu Chenghe didn't expect him to suddenly explode his hair, and half of his head was numb when he was photographed.

It must be on his mind, right? When he slammed the door and went to the bedroom, Wu Chenghe hid in the kitchen and smiled sinisterly: How else would he be like this? This is a rhythm that turns into anger!