Chapter 1197: Fierce Fight! Master and Disciple 41 (Part 2)

January 1, 2214

0:23

Marcus had just finished a facial correction surgery on a deformed person, and walked out of a temporary operating room with some fatigue, looking at the desolate courtyard in front of him. In this huge facility that belonged to the Angus family during the war, there were less than 3,000 deformed people left.

Then Marcus turned on a light and shadow screen and reported today's surgery results to Section Chief Akimi. At present, in the Academy of God, people from the four departments basically take turns to come here to perform corrective surgery on deformed people in addition to teaching and reviewing the medical market.

The number of tens of thousands of deformed people in the past has been effectively reduced, and because of the success of the life vaccine, the probability of deformed children has been reduced to 0.03% last year. It has been 9 years since the successful cloning of the future technology.

The city's population is now maintained at 18 million, and the population growth rate has continued to grow in the past 9 years. In the past, due to the impact of an aging society, the population once dropped to 14 million, and nearly 3 million newborns were born in 9 years.

Stimulated by the newborn raising subsidies and education subsidies introduced by Congress, many families have three or four children, and these newborn children will shoulder the next era.

The city has once again crossed a heavy and old era and is welcoming a more glorious era of light and shadow.

Marcus sighed and looked at the multifunctional light and shadow medical machine next to the operating table in the room, which can automatically replace the injection fluid and conduct detailed regular inspections to collect all the patient's data. The profession of nurse has really been eliminated.

After the AI ​​system entered the medical industry, the industry only needs doctors who can see patients and perform surgery, but Marcus is a little bit unacceptable.

"The young ladies in nurse uniforms have disappeared."

Marcus laughed and lit a cigarette while sitting at the door. Marcus also knew that this was an inevitable situation caused by the embodiment of medical technology and medical intensity. AI will even give some reasonable reminders to doctors who prescribe medicines to make doctors' work easier.

A doctor needs to accept patients from all aspects. In the past, there may have been differences between internal medicine and surgery, but now being able to use light and shadow scalpels for surgery and seeing some common diseases has basically become the entry threshold for doctors.

The medical industry is becoming more and more elite. Some powerful doctors can perform operations on three or four people at the same time. Marcus feels a little boring. In the future, only smart guys can become doctors.

Among the 32 schools, the elimination rate of 4 subjects is very high. Many students can't become medical elites at all. They are quickly eliminated and can only choose to go to 3 subjects as military doctors.

Marcus always feels that something is wrong. The medical pressure in the future will increase exponentially. This is not a commendable thing. The speed of training a qualified doctor is much lower than the population growth rate. Even if the medical intensity increases too much, it is still difficult to alleviate. The most important thing is that this elite system has begun to solidify.

The most important thing is that the current section chief Akimi also plans to develop in the direction of nanomedicine, which will have a greater impact on future medical care. Marcus once discussed these things with Hua Shen in depth, but there was no answer.

This industry is not like other industries. Even if other industries are a little bit stupid, as long as you do it for a long time, after you have experience, no matter how stupid a person is, he can become good. This industry is not like that. Experience is not necessarily useful in many cases. What is needed is a flexible and smart brain, and there must not be any mistakes in the middle. This is the most fatal point, because your mistakes are very likely to lead to the death of a patient.

Medical accidents were quite common in cities in the past, but now there are almost none, because the legal definition of medical accidents is extremely strict.

Marcus knows what the gods want to do, to let the profession of doctor return to its original intention. Treating diseases and saving lives is what doctors need to do. In an environment where everyone is a medical elite, any disease is the same whether it is seen in a low-level hospital or a high-level hospital. The same charges and the same medical methods will not have much difference, and the medical price can also be balanced and stabilized.

Recently, Marcus feels more and more heavy. We are all just flesh and blood. Many of his former classmates in the 4th department are relatively silent in private. Although everyone did not mention the future cloning plan of the year, many people have some problems in their hearts, plus the current genetic food research in cooperation with the 11th and 12th departments.

In addition, the city needs to train the next batch of medical talents. Many people are under great pressure. They also need to supervise the medical market, deal with those large medical companies, and constantly conduct rectification and investigation in all aspects of the entire drug market. They also need to conduct long-term follow-up research on the safety and reliability of new drugs.

Everything is too tiring. Marcus looked up and looked at the fireworks still floating in the sky all over the city. Such surgery is very easy for them. Only he and Frye came today.

Marcus once thought that it would be great if someone could replace him, but the reality is that this group of people is responsible for the overall medical care of the city in the next era, and no one can replace them.

At this time, accompanied by a sound of footsteps, Marcus looked at the facilities behind him, and Frye ran over quickly.

"Come down and help me Marcus."

Marcus smiled helplessly and stood up. The only thing that supports many people nowadays may be to see the next era of the light and shadow era, the mechanized era is coming, so that humans may never get sick again.

Soon Marcus followed Frye to an underground facility that the two spent a long time building. In a room with a large number of instruments, the clone Lolita lay quietly on the table, looking very weak, and in the large cylindrical jars next to her, there were various kinds of orcs soaked. These were Marcus's research, but unfortunately they all failed without exception.

"You may forget more next time."

Frye said, and the clone Lolita nodded.

"But what I will never forget is what I should do!"

Marcus walked to the side of a wall and pressed a button on the wall. After the wall slowly disappeared halfway, a culture chamber was revealed. Lolita's new clone was ready, and the next step was to implant the memory of the dying Lolita.

This technology still has defects and instability. Fry and Marcus have asked some people from Section 10, but unfortunately the technical part cannot be effectively solved.

Neuroscience is also a relatively large research project in the current cooperation between Section 10 and Section 4. In the plan of cloning the future, everyone has tried it countless times. It is difficult to preserve the memories of many clones of the original body and the clones of the clones. As long as the things that will cause greater emotional fluctuations for the original body are remembered clearly.

Soon the cloned Lolita on the platform stopped breathing. Fry held her hand and quickly took out a cranial nerve signal replacer from the back of Lolita's head. Marcus was still adjusting the body values ​​of the fresh cloned Lolita. Some values ​​still need to be slightly adjusted and some corresponding cool elements are injected to ensure the adaptability of the body.

Densely packed fine tubes filled all parts of Lolita's body in the culture chamber. Fry had wrapped up the body of the dead cloned Lolita and put it in a corner.

"Are you still doubting? What did you do? Was it right or wrong?"

Frye was silent and didn't speak. Marcus smiled.

"You should have noticed it, Frye. The teachers are stripping away everything from people bit by bit. Do you remember what the teachers said in history class?"

Frye nodded.

"One day this place will no longer be suitable for human habitation. Humans will have to go to the vast universe to find the next planet where they can survive. Everything the gods do is for that moment to come. When I was studying their cell particles before, I found something interesting."

Frye stood up and shook his head.

"I'll go up there and continue to operate on some deformed people. I'll trouble you here, Marcus."

Marcus laughed.

"Are you still not going to revive Nabe?"

Frye shook his head. He couldn't make a decision because Nabe was actually dead. Even if Nabe was resurrected using cloning technology, she might not be herself anymore, but another person, and Nabe wouldn't want to appear as a clone.

"You have collected all of Nabe's physical data so completely, but you are still reluctant to do it. Fry, how about I help you?"

"Don't worry about this."

Fry said as he left the room and quickly returned to the facility corridor on the ground. He walked quietly in the dark corridor. There was a faint light in the distance. At this time, Fry thought more about some mental patients he had seen recently.

The age ranged from the youngest 11 to the oldest 78. Such people have become increasingly marginalized. Although there are wards in the hospital to accommodate such patients, most of them are expensive. If you can't afford the money, most of these people who have lost even the most basic ability to live will only move towards death, with no one to care about them or manage them.

Mental illnesses are not like physical illnesses, which can be cured by drugs and surgery. Mental illnesses are incurable.

Most of the methods of using drugs to suppress are very cruel. This will make these patients quiet down, but they will gradually lose their health. Some doctors even advocate frontal lobotomy to turn some aggressive mental patients into zombies.

Mental illness is already a big problem in the city. Most doctors are reluctant to take over. The cure rate is almost zero. In addition, most patients' families cannot afford some effective but long-term high medical expenses.

Frye looked at the building behind him quietly. He wanted to talk to Alpha. After all, this is the property of the Angus family. If it is used as a shelter for mental patients, it may be much better. Frye has also been studying the behavior of many mental patients and the demands hidden in their crazy words.

Frye has found the direction of the future. He can't stand those things in the power world because he is not good at communication by nature and is not willing to accept those complicated things. Being a psychiatrist may be a good choice.

Looking at the number of patients here that have been gradually decreasing, Frye felt a little excited at this moment. Someone must do the things. Frye himself is also a doctor. When he came to his senses, the number of deformed people here was... There is only a little left. As long as the corrective surgery is completed, you can return to society without caring about other people's opinions.

Looking back on everything in the past, Frye only remembered that he was attracted by that young but unparalleled young man. If Hua Shen hadn't taken the initiative to come here to help mutants with medical treatment and body correction surgery, he might not be here now. Still no one cares.

Frye had also thought about doing something after graduation, but now he realized that these marginalized mental patients in the city needed care and treatment, so Frye planned to build a mental hospital here.

But Frye had no money and could only go to talk to Alpha. Frye smiled and shook his head.

"The answer may already be obvious!"

1:01 am

Accompanied by a violent collision of metals, in a large building materials production workshop located on the ground floor in the west, a huge machine was emitting black smoke, steel ropes were stretched, and more than ten tons of steel fell from the hanging ropes. .

"careful."

Accompanied by a burst of shouts and a loud boom, the steel that was originally going to be hoisted onto the truck tilted down.

Buzz

Several workers who were about to be hit by the truck sat on the ground in fear. Black particles were floating in the air. Quasimodo raised his hands and slowly moved the steel to the ground aside. A large number of workers took Fire extinguishing equipment was turned on to cool down the smoking machinery.

Many people fell into a trance and praised this big man who was strong and hardworking.

After Quasimodo scratched his head, the foreman breathed a sigh of relief. The equipment should have been replaced a long time ago, but the boss refused to replace it, saying that it could still be used after being repaired. Finally, something happened. If there was no such big guy tonight, More than ten people would definitely be smashed into pieces.

At this time, Quasimodo walked towards the boss, his eyes looked a little embarrassed, and he put one hand on the back of his head.

"Can I get off work?"

Quasimodo asked, and the foreman nodded. Quasimodo had been working for a month without a break. He only slept 4 hours a day. He could do the work of 30 people by himself, but his salary was the same as others. Yes, many workers were upset with this big guy who didn't talk much and always kept to himself. In the end, the boss gave Quasimodo a special bonus, and things calmed down.

"This is your salary last month, a total of 6,800 yuan. Take it."

Quasimodo said thank you, took the money bag from the foreman, carefully took out the stack of banknotes with two thick fingers, and looked through them one by one.

"Don't count Quasimodo, you won't lose a penny."

Quasimodo became embarrassed. He didn't know how to read or count. He just wanted to see if every ultrasound picture was banknotes instead of white paper. He had been fooled by this more than ten times.

Many workers came towards the foreman, and the foreman began to settle the money with them. Several people stopped Quasimodo and asked them to go have a drink together. Quasimodo shook his head in refusal and left quickly.

"Hey, such an honest guy suffers easily."

In the past, Quasimodo would still go to eat and drink with his co-workers, but he was always the one who paid the final bill. The foreman couldn't stand it anymore, so he told Quasimodo not to go no matter who invited him in the future.

Quasimodo came to the opposite side of the factory and bought some food and drink in a food store. He packed a whole bag of stuff with him and left. Many people couldn't bear to see such a tall and burly guy like him. He looked at it with confusion. After all, it was the first time for many people to see a guy who could grow up to 3 meters tall in the city.

"found it!"

There was a sudden burst of laughter, and a man in a suit and leather shoes, who didn't look like someone from the lower class at all, ran over with a smile.

"Are you Mr. Quasimodo!"

Quasimodo looked at the smiling man in front of him. He opened the light and shadow phone, and immediately a business card stood in the air.

"I am the boss of Liuyun Entertainment and Television Company in the film and television area. My name is Carlos!"

Carlos looked at Quasimodo with a smile on his face. Quasimodo stared at everything on the business card and nodded.

"Can we talk?"

Quasimodo nodded, and after a while the two sat in a tavern. Carlos directly said that he wanted to find Quasimodo to be a special actor.

Quasimodo didn't know what a special actor was, so he shook his head and refused. Carlos immediately said with a smile.

"How much is your monthly salary, Mr. Quasimodo?"

Quasimodo didn't answer. He didn't know what this man wanted from him. After drinking a glass of water, Quasimodo stood up and looked like he wanted to leave. Carlos immediately became anxious.

"At least 10,000 a month, Mr. Quasimodo."

Quasimodo stopped for a moment, or was a little moved, but when he thought of the energy he had been deceived in the past, Quasimodo did not agree rashly.

"Please consider where you live, Mr. Quasimodo!"

Quasimodo pointed his finger without saying anything, and Carlos laughed.

"We will still be in this tavern tomorrow night. Mr. Quasimodo, please think about it. I hope you will give me an answer tomorrow night. If you are not satisfied with the salary, we can continue to negotiate and we can give you a few thousand more."

Quasimodo quickly passed through a large residential area, and soon came to some shabby housing areas outside the abandoned vegetable market. Many places inside were dimly lit, and many people came out for a while. .

"Mr. Quasimodo is back."

People with disheveled hair and unkempt faces, who did not look like humans or ghosts, ran out one after another. Quasimodo put down the big bag that looked like a hill. Many people gathered around and kept saying thank you for buying so many things. It cost more than 200 yuan, but it was enough to feed more than 40 people here for many days.

They are all beggars and scavengers begging along the street, and they are all people living on the edge of the city. Quasimodo also lives here. He needs any rent here, and it is relatively quiet. Then Quasimodo picked up a large piece of Bread and a bottle of water, and left. Seeing a group of people devouring their food, Quasimodo calmly returned to a dilapidated three-story room with a smile in his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground. , quietly closed his eyes, as if praying for something.

But at this time, Quasimodo was thinking about a job worth more than 10,000 yuan a month, and he decided to go take a look tomorrow.

2:13 am

"We're out of jail tomorrow, Hydra!"

Peristan looked at Hydera who was in a daze. A group of people were celebrating the New Year in the prison cafeteria. The administrator provided them with drinks and some food. Many people will be released from prison tomorrow. It's a minor offence.

Tamai smiled helplessly. He could see that Hydra was unwilling to accept it. He had already completed his chemistry studies in prison, but his sentence had not changed. It was exactly ten years this year. If Hydra returned the sentence according to the sentence, He has been in prison for 20 years. Although the prison administrators take good care of Hydera, allowing him to move around freely and giving him opportunities to go out on parole from time to time, Hydera seems to have undergone some changes in his mentality. .

"I will definitely do something for you, Hydra, trust me and don't give up any hope."

Pristine said, Hydera nodded, his eyes a little moist, the law has not made any adjustments, there is no way to reduce the sentence for serious cases such as murder, the law has become more and more severe, Tamayi and others He had also learned some legal and economic things in prison for 20 years. He knew very well that the Hydera case, as a textbook case for the city's management, was almost impossible to overturn. The remaining 20 years would be very important to him. Tamaj dared not think about what it was like for Hydera, and could not imagine that this poor young man was already 30 years old.

What makes Hydera feel uncomfortable is that his last relative also fell ill and died last year, and no one will come to visit him.

Even some prisoners in the prison criticized everything about Hydera, and from time to time someone would deliberately bully him.

"If you want anything, remember to contact me, Tamai and I will send it in for you."

As Peristan said, Hydra shook her head, with a hint of despair in her eyes. Peristan raised the wine glass and took a sip with Hydra.

Tamai said with a smile.

"I will definitely send you some of the latest actress photos, or some adult films."

Hydra smiled bitterly and shook his head. Both of them knew that what Hydra wanted was freedom, but they could not give it to him.

Nowadays, Perestan's funny comic "Special War Zero" has become completely popular, and the TV series has filmed more than 100 episodes. The previous economic losses caused by him and Tamai have been compensated.

After a while, Hydera got drunk and fell asleep on the table. Peristan looked at him and sighed with some emotion.

"We have to do something for him. Managers cannot do anything for him from their standpoint. After all, if something is really done, the law will have no standing."

Tamai nodded.

2:23 am

The warden's office was in a mess, many wine bottles were empty, and there were many boxes of eaten food piled on the table.

boom

Latis bowed his waist and put a pink ball into the bottom pocket. Alpha, who was holding the club next to him, looked serious. Latis took the cigarette from Alpha's mouth and took a puff. He asked refreshed.

"How about it! For the New Year's punishment game, I'll just let you strip naked and run around naked on top."

Alpha looked at Latis angrily.

"Move quickly."

Latis shook his head, holding the club in one hand, looking at Alpha and then hit the white ball casually, and soon the black ball accurately fell into the middle pocket on the left.

Alpha pressed his forehead and then looked at Latis.

"Do you really want me to go?"

Latis smiled and put his hands around Alpha's neck, and Alpha slapped Latis on the head.

"I'm so kind to come and accompany you at night, so don't go too far."

Latis smiled and sat back on the sofa with Alpha in his arms.

"Punishment games are still necessary, otherwise wouldn't such games be boring! Let me think about it, okay, you call Noah, and then admit that you are too impulsive and apologize to him."

Alpha's face turned red in an instant, and he turned his head away.

"No!"

Lattis moved his cheek closer and rubbed it against Alpha's cheek.

"We agreed to accept defeat. I lost a round before, and you asked me to bring food and drink to the prisoners. I have already complied. Now it's your turn, Alpha."

Alpha still turned his head away. Lattis called up the light and shadow phone and pressed Noah's number, 0010.

"That bastard actually asked you to say something good."

"What's wrong, Lattis, calling me so late, is there something wrong with the equipment in the prison? I will send someone to check it out immediately."

Lattis sighed.

"What are you doing?"

"I am formulating some steps to open up industrial light and shadow technology, as well as some related things."

Lattis smiled and handed the phone to Alpha, and then pinched Alpha's mouth.

"It's me!"

For a moment, Noah on the phone was startled.

"What's wrong, Alpha? Is it?"

"I was wrong before, sorry!"

The phone was hung up directly. Alpha looked at Latis, who was laughing so hard that she was holding her belly, and pressed her on the sofa and tickled her.

"Too much!"

After a while, Alpha lit a cigarette, and Latis shook her head helplessly.

"In my opinion, you are too much. Noah always gives in to you and goes along with you. It's just a quarrel, but you scolded him and he didn't say anything. Instead, you are angry."

Alpha leaned on the sofa, and Latis shook his head and stood up.

"Let's go, take a shower together and go to bed."

"Maybe I'm too emotional recently."

Latis smiled and pulled Alpha up with one hand.

"We are women after all, and it's normal to have a little temper, but I'm amazed that you don't bring your emotions to work, so it's reasonable to transfer it to Noah in life, after all, he is a very generous person."