Full-time Doctor

what happened?

Mu couldn't figure it out. He felt a little weird, light and dizzy. It seemed that something uncontrollable was happening, but he couldn't grasp the point for a while.

"Are you Dean Mu?" His Excellency the President's resolute mouth curled up with a gentle smile, and stretched out his hand, "Looking forward, it's an honor to see you."

Jin Che is very tall, almost half a head taller than Mu, with broad and thick shoulders, wearing an elegant dark gray suit, still unable to conceal the sturdy muscles, exuding the unique tough temperament of a soldier, and the gentleness and cunning of a politician. .

A golden-brown Barbary lion stood by his legs, similar to Jin Xuan’s Quantum Beast, but with a darker coat and a stronger body. His translucent eyes were calm and restrained, and he glanced at the sides of Mu’s shoulders alertly. , As if looking for something.

"Hello, Your Excellency." Mu suppressed the sense of disharmony in his heart, stretched out his hand to hold him, Jin Che's hands were broad and heavy, his fingers were thick and his palms were rough. Mu Buchang observed his appearance. For some reason, it was the first time I met, but he felt familiar.

"Ah, I am holding the most valuable hands in the entire Federation." Jin Che said with a relaxed smile, "Jin Xuan, come and take a photo with us. This is a memorable moment."

Regarding flattering flattery, I am afraid that the entire Federation cannot find anyone more professional than him. Jin Xuan rolled his eyes and compared the **** to the old hooligan in the bottom of his heart. He opened his personal brain and gave them a picture, saying:" All right."

Jin Che's attitude is gentle and courteous, but not overly flattering, which is like a spring breeze. Mu felt her consciousness cloud tumbling fiercely, a little unconscious, and smiled reluctantly: "Your Excellency is really funny."

"Ah, everyone said that." Jin Che said with a smile, "Personal charm, haha, please vote for me during the general election. To support me is to support the federal government!"

Don't get votes so obvious, right? Mu's lower eyelids trembled, and as expected, if there is a brother, there must be a brother. The two of them are really alike in terms of rogue skills.

Jin Che came to see Wu Chenghe, and Teqin came over with a large bouquet of flowers, pink carnations and red gladiolus, warm and joyful. Mu thanked him, asked someone to bottle it, and briefly talked about Wu Chenghe's condition. Jin Che listened to him attentively throughout the whole process, and occasionally asked a few words in a low voice, with an upright and gentle expression, which made Mu a little doubt whether he was really that cruel. Thousands of people marched and besieged St. Martin’s Hospital. Could it be that the news from Congress was wrong?

Or are politicians all acting?

The president was busy with official duties, and only stayed for five minutes, and the special service reminded him that he was going to rush to the next venue. Jin Che regretfully said goodbye to Mu: "Thanks for your hard work, Dean Mu, this child will be handed over to you, please take care of him, otherwise I can't explain to his father."

Mu's eyes narrowed, how could he consider himself an elder in a blink of an eye? What is the guardian's tone?

"Hannibal and I have been good brothers for decades. He sent my child to me to go to school. Now that it is like this, I am really shameless to face it, alas." Jin Che sighed with regret and regret, as if he was talking to me. Hannibal is the real brother, "I didn't take care of his son for my good brother, and I failed his trust in me..." Turning to Jin Xuan, "You are in Aston, take care of this child for me. I care about his life a lot, and I often take him to the official residence during the holidays, you know?"

"..." The black line on Jin Xuan's head couldn't fit anymore. Old hooligan, could you be more shameless? What if Hannibal is so disgusting that you spit it out on the spot, right?

However, he is still very grateful to him for creating dating excuses for himself: "I will, brother."

Mu feels a bit nauseous for such affectionate entrustment of the President. The federal government and the voyage army have been at odds for a long time, and the dark tide is surging. This is a thing everyone knows. Sure enough, politicians are all actor!

"Please rest assured, I will take good care of my students." Mu Dandan said, your brother or something should go a little further away!

"With the two of you, I am completely relieved." Jin Che exclaimed with an expression of consolation, and once again he talked to himself and grabbed Mu's pair of the most expensive surgical sacred hands in the Federation. "Dean, I am right. You really hit it off at first sight. The temperament of the Kochi people is convincing. Have we met somewhere?"

"...No." Mu is actually very unaccustomed to someone touching him. Even if he shakes hands, no one has ever held him and shook his hands like Jin Che, as if taking advantage of him, "I often see you on the Internet news. But you probably haven't seen me."

"Oh, that must be fate, fate." Jin Che admired the authenticity, as if five minutes of work had become the dean's stubborn fan. "Goodbye, Dean Mu, please take care of yourself. You are too thin. , This is not a good phenomenon, please eat more for the federation."

"...You have been worried, I'm fine, I was born so thin, not on a diet." Mu couldn't bear his strange enthusiasm.

"The Federation needs you, Dean!" Jin Che said very sincerely, "If you fall ill, it is definitely a loss to Aston University, a loss to the Federation." He squeezed his shoulder affectionately.

Mu has not been squeezed offensively in this way for decades. The hairs all over his body have exploded. Unable to refuse the care of the President, he said with a stiff face: "Your time is too precious, I will not Delayed, goodbye!"

"Goodbye!" Jin Che finished the cordial and friendly interview, patted his **** and left with a large group of secret service secretaries or something. Looking at the mighty back of his old man, Mu almost collapsed, feeling more tired than having a major operation. His Icarus illusion color worm seemed to be stimulated, and it thumped on his head, making his mind chaotic.

"Are you okay?" Jin Xuan looked at him sympathetically, it was obvious that the pure master dean had been internally injured by the old gangster.

Mu took a deep breath, returned blood back to blue, and said: "I'm fine... Ok Jin Xuan, you should also go, this is a mess, too noisy, don't affect Wu Chenghe's rest, he needs absolute silence."

"Oh, okay." Jin Xuan could only compromise for his birthday gift, put his unfinished fish porridge on the lid, and said: "Then I'm leaving, Dean, you remember to give me the access control authorization, I am tomorrow morning Come on time at eight."

Mu tried to comfort his blown butterfly and waved him to roll. Just as Jin Xuan was about to leave, he looked back at his face and said, "Ah, dean, have you been too busy lately and a little bit angry? Or do I put too much fish porridge and ginger?"

"What?" Mu was a little bit worried about his hysteria butterfly, a little anxious.

"You have a nosebleed, Dean."

"Huh?" Mu dabbed his finger in his nostril, his fingertips were a little red, and when he touched his face, he seemed to be feverish.

"Well, maybe it's getting angry." Mu sent Jin Xuan out, clutching his nose and asking someone to cross him downstairs. I went back to the office by myself, went to the bathroom for cold compresses, and looked for cotton wool to wipe my nosebleeds.

Being busy, the door was knocked, Saiana opened the door and came in: "Your Excellency is gone? How is it, did he embarrass you? Didn't Wu Chenghe wake up...Huh, what's this smell?"

"What's the smell?" Mu came out with a towel covering his forehead, completely unaware of the danger, only that he seemed to have a fever, and there was a slight numbness at the ends of his hands and feet.

Saiana stared at his face for two seconds, inhaled, and exclaimed in a low voice: "God! Mu, you are in estrus!"

"..." Mu froze. Saiana reacted immediately and quickly closed the doors and windows to close the space: "Oh my God, Mu, you are really in heat. Your face is redder than cooked shrimp. You must have begun to emit pheromones, **** it. Yes, your sweetness can drive all compatible abilities around a kilometer crazy!"

"No, it's impossible..." Mu was stunned. He awakened at the age of four and became an adult at the age of 18. Except for the accident in adulthood, he had never been in estrus in 30 years!

It's not that he is cold, but he is too strong and controls himself too well. He can shield almost all temptations without injecting drugs. He is a goddess butterfly guide, and his highly compatible supernatural powers are very rare. Three It has never appeared in ten years! He couldn't believe that someone in this world could make him estrus.

This! Do not! division! learn!

"Nothing is impossible. Look at how you look... God, you'd better inject some medicine." Saiana was also a little panicked. In her memory, Mu's state has been very stable after adulthood, and it has been stable until she is Forget that he will be in estrus too!

"No, you, you go out first, and I will take care of myself." Mu began to realize that he might have encountered a 100% compatible supernatural person. He felt that his body temperature was rising, his head was dizzy, and his heartbeat accelerated...

"I'll give you a drug injection. You look too..." Saiana was so speechless that she couldn't find a suitable word to describe it. Mu Yi always felt serious and abstinent, and it seemed that no one could touch him. Xin Xian, this is the first time I saw his watery eyes and red cheeks.

"I don't need it, I can control myself." Mu is unwilling to use drugs. He himself is one of the developers of inhibitors, so he is very clear that if the drug is not used, it is best not to use it. "You help me evacuate this area. The crowd of people, close the interval, I can carry it by myself... Okay, go out, I want to stay alone." He guessed that he must be very ugly now. As a perfectionist obsessive-compulsive disorder, he doesn’t want people to see himself. Looks gaffey.

Saiana was forced out of the office by him, ran to evacuate the crowd, and closed the space. Mu closed the door, leaning back against the door and gasping for breath. He felt that his hands and feet were softening, as if he had smoked marijuana, he couldn't help but want to laugh. And he was still having a fever, his body was terribly hot, sweat was pouring out of his pores at a speed visible to the naked eye, crackling to the ground, and every drop contained his sweet pheromone.

Calm, calm, you can carry it over, you can control yourself... Mu kept suggesting to yourself, go to the bathroom to turn on the cold water, take off your clothes and stand under the shower head desperately to cool yourself down. The cold water poured on his body temporarily extinguished the heat of the skin, but he couldn't calm the restlessness in his heart. He saw his distorted shadow on the bathroom mirror wall, his thin and pale body, but his chest was glowing with a strange pink, and his His face and cheeks were burnt by fire, a glow.

He is a very indifferent person in that respect. He usually doesn't even satisfy himself the number of times. At this moment, seeing himself like this makes him feel really ugly and disgusting!

He hates his uncontrollable appearance!

Mu manipulated his personal brain to set the mirrored wall into pure black, and turned his hands against the wall to flush cold water on his spine. As time passed, he closed his eyes and tried to calm down his heat, but his always self-disciplined body was a bit unwilling to do so. Not only did he not cool down, but he became more excited. The most direct manifestation was that he slightly refuted.

"Damn it!" He slammed his fists worth 80 million federal coins against the wall without mercy, and took a deep breath like a stranded fish. The nasal cavity was quickly filled with moist water vapor, and the faint smell of medicine peculiar to the research center...wait! Mu's dark eyes widened suddenly, and he finally knew why he was so out of control—in addition to his own pheromone, there was also a very faint smell of strange pheromone in the air, which should belong to the person who is 100% compatible with him. Of supernatural powers!

He should have thought of it a long time ago. If it was just his unilateral estrus, it would definitely not be so difficult to suppress, but the pheromone excitation is mutual. He emits pheromone, and the other party is highly compatible with him, so it will naturally be reflexive. Response. It's just that they are probably all types with strong self-control, so everyone's reflex arcs are a bit long, so they didn't react at the time, and they reacted!

Tragedy!

When the pheromones of an adult guide and an adult supernatural being are stimulated and merged with each other, it will trigger the fusion heat, which will cause them to abandon their humanity and self-esteem, and glue them together like animals desperately, vent their lust, and each other Possession.

This is the evil result of genetic fusion, and it is God's punishment for human beings for their disrespect for the Creator.

Mu is about to cry. If he can control the estrus, then the combined fever is terminally ill. He is a gifted person, and it is impossible to violate the instinct deep in his genes.

He wanted to make love, wanted to surrender, wanted the person who caused the fusion fever to enter his body.

There seemed to be a monster groaning in his body. Mu Qiang held back the last trace of reason and opened his personal intellectual brain: "Sayana, have the crowds in this area been evacuated? Is the space closed?" He heard With a strange cry in his own voice, helpless and weak, like a bullied child.

"It's closed. Everyone except Wu Chenghe has been evacuated. He is sleeping. It shouldn't matter." Saiana also heard the strangeness of him, and said with concern, "Mu, how are you?"

"I, I'm fine." Mu muffled, covering her mouth, "I'm going to the pharmacy room, that's it."

After hanging up the communication, he turned off the cold water, took a white coat and put it on, opened the office door and walked to the pharmacy room. This area has been emptied, and there is no one in the corridor, only the air cleaner is humming, and there is a faint smell of acetic acid everywhere. It must have been sprayed by Saiana before leaving to cover his escape. A small amount of pheromone.

Mu walked down the corridor barefoot, leaving two lines of wet footprints on the ground. He didn't have time to take care of these, and he opened the door of the pharmacy room by himself. Because most medicines are stored at a low temperature, the temperature here is kept at about five degrees above zero, which is a bit too cold for ordinary people, but it is just right for him.

"Chipmunk, fruit flies...chameleon, orchid mantis...oh, I found it." He finally found the Icaru phantom color inhibitor, and tremblingly filled the double dose of translucent emulsion into the injection gun. , Shot his own jugular vein.

The cold medicine entered the blood vessels and worked quickly. He felt a little awake. Although the body was still hot and unbearable, the **** seemed to be cooling. He slowly knelt and sat on the ground with his back against the medicine cabinet, leaning back on his neck to resist the wave of emotions that came up. He didn't know if the dose just now was enough to make him return to normal. He had never experienced this before. Only according to clinical treatment experience, once the general guide triggers binding heat, the required dose will be doubled.

He didn't dare to take the risk, so he could only stay here and wait for the combined heat to pass completely. Fortunately, the temperature here was very low, which made him more comfortable than the office.

Jin Che and the special services walked out of the Saint Martin Research Center and got into the president’s exclusive car. The chief of staff reported to him on the next itinerary: "We have to go to the'Iron Wing' now, the expeditionary force.

The Second Army and the B-Cep Celestial Cluster Mining Association in their territories have launched a voting on the amount of mining tax refunds, and you need to participate in the final joint meeting. "

"Okay, send me the latest information." Jin Che is an energetic president, even if he only sleeps for four or five hours in two or three days, he is still full of energy. The chief of staff sent him the meeting materials through his personal brain, and said: "Would you like to eat something first? You haven't eaten breakfast yet, and the meeting may not be over before lunch."

"Well, let's have some nutrients, double." Jin Che opened the information and quickly browsed. The chief of staff handed him the nutrients, his face suddenly changed, and said to the special agent driving the flying saucer: "Oh! God! Stop, call the doctor!"

"What's the matter?" Jin Che was startled and asked, raising his head.

"You have a nosebleed, Your Excellency!" The chief of staff panicked, knowing that Jin Che is a powerful person, and he has never bleeds for so many years, even if it is a nosebleed!

"Huh?" Jin Che was taken aback, wiped his nose, and found that one hand was bloody, indifferent and authentic, "Don't make a fuss, then drive, probably because of the recent fire..." Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed. The person stiffened for three seconds, and said sharply: "No! Turn around, turn around and return to St. Martin's new research, now!"

Secret Service immediately turned on the lights and ordered the bodyguard cars to turn around. The chief of staff was extremely worried, and said: "President, how do you feel? Or call the doctor, we are already quite far away from St. Martin's Hospital..."

"Shut up!" Jin Che's face was dignified that he had never seen before, and his dark eyes flashed with terrifying cold light, as if he was extremely angry, but also with inexplicable excitement and joy. The chief of staff had been with him for almost ten years, and he had never seen him like this, so he silenced immediately and turned away to not look at him.

Jin Che's face was uncertain, looking at the scenery passing by outside the transparent cabin, for a long time he silently took out a balance agent from his carry-on bag and drove it into his jugular vein.

He doesn't need a doctor, he is just in heat.

As a 56-year-old supernatural person, this is nothing new. He is a very attractive man with a high authority. Back then, many guides would involuntarily circulate pheromones when they saw him at the guide school. For those who are highly compatible with him, he couldn't help responding to the pheromone a few times.

But he was only in estrus, and he had never caused a fusion fever, because he had never been moved by those people.

It was not that he was cold-blooded, but there was a person, to be precise, a child, who defeated his defense at a certain time when he was most vulnerable, so that he would never forget the sweet taste in his life.

The ultimate delicacy in the world, as long as you taste it, other foods will become the same as chewing wax. He is the greatest tragedy in the world. His tongue has been "marked" by someone, and he can no longer taste the taste of other people.

At that time, he had just graduated from university and joined the expeditionary army. Because he was full of ambitions, and a little bit ignorant, he took the initiative to apply to the forefront of the interstellar pioneering at the time-the Xiling Star Cluster.

He had always been lucky, but he had bad luck that time and was assigned to a captain whose brains were flooded. The captain's style was a little aggressive, but he did not have a rigorous mind. Once, he and his team were ordered to explore the way on a small planet newly discovered with energy mines, but they were not given enough weapons and rations.

When Jinzhe and his comrades landed on the surface in a shuttle, they discovered that a large number of alien scorpions had gathered there, surrounded by napkins, holding knives and forks, singing Hallelujah, and waiting. They came to have a good meal.

Scorpions are a kind of pan-neuronal connected species that communicate with each other through neuron radiation. Some scorpions with developed neurons can even cut into the human communication system. That time they were invaded by the Scorpion's strategic system because the captain underestimated the enemy, and the plan was leaked, causing the entire vanguard team to be brutally blocked.

Jin Xuan and the others had a total of forty people in their vanguard. They didn't have enough weapons, and they didn't even bring much water. As soon as they landed, the communication system was smashed by the tentacles like a giant sickle scorpion. There was no way to call for help.

Only fight to death! Jin Che still remembers the thrilling three days and nights, he and his comrades, like the wheat in the autumn harvest, let down the scorpions one after another. They first used light cannons, then used ray guns to sweep them, and when the energy ran out, they used cold light daggers to fight melee. They repelled wave after wave of offenses, and retreated, and the dead bodies piled up into mountains wherever they passed.

The thick blood soaked their boots, and the dried mucus made them difficult. They killed a hundred times as many enemies as their own, but after all, they had a limited number of people, and the entire planet there was endless scorpions. Later, they retreated to a huge cave. The squad leader gathered all the weapons and redistributed them, and then personally stuffed a light thunder into each person's chest pocket.

He didn't say it clearly, but everyone knew what it meant.

After a short rest, more scorpions rushed up, some rushed into the cave, and washed away the rest of them. Jinzhe fought and retreated, retreating to a small cave where only one person could hide, cold light The dagger was broken, and the only thing left on his body was the light thunder.

It is false to say that he is not afraid. After all, he was only twenty-five years old at the time. After completing his Ph.D. for less than half a year, he didn't want to die.

But there is no alternative to war. The mission of a soldier is obedience. When encountering a idiot, he can only admit that he is unlucky.

In the last moment of his life, Jin Che wasted his saliva and cursed all the scorpions that were blocking him outside, and overturned the eighteenth generation of his boss's ancestors, and then set off a light thunder.

He thought he was dead.