In the boundless universe, the ecological planet in the Daluo Galaxy, a human country on the planet Dyson, the Republic of Donghua, is experiencing a transitional period for the sublimation of civilization in the scientific community.

At that time, the "Third Base" super research institute had not yet been fully established, and the human war in the period of modern civilization had just ended. The Republic of Donghua, a "dangerous" country coveted by the whole world, is making a helpless choice for the sake of the motherland's world status and the purpose of coexistence with the world.

Lu Xian, before several other scientific research colleagues came together and launched the "third base" plan, he was still a professor at the Capital Neutron Star University. At this time, Lu Xian was just in his early twenties.

After graduating from the School of Physics of the University of Jushen and obtaining a doctorate in physics, he chose to return to China when he was very popular. Because any student from a foreign land who loves his motherland wants to use his meager strength to protect this paradise that has nurtured him.

At midnight, just after finishing the day's lectures, he was about to return to the scientist's apartment provided by the scientific research, and after finishing the preparation documents for tomorrow's class, he was ready to rest.

When passing by the military medical hospital of Neutron Star University, a warning sign of "second-class alert" was hung at the door.

Before entering the Academy of Sciences, I knew that when there was a warning sign, it must have been a major accident.

So Lu Xian walked over and took out the work card of the Academy of Sciences from his body and handed it to the guard.

"Professor Lu, are you doing physics, let's go back to the apartment to rest first, this is a medical incident, the sick number of a military family. ”

The guard explained, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the automatic rifle on his chest.

Lu Xian nodded and pointed to the hospital: "My level should be able to enter, then I'll go and join in the fun." ”

The guard nodded helplessly, and Lu Xian also smiled and patted the guard's arm: "It's okay, I'm not a dangerous person." ”

A family member of a military industrial worker who is sick has actually put up a second-class alert warning; that shows that this is not the case. Thinking like this, Lu Xian held his work ID all the way to the door of the special care room for critical illness.

A middle-aged doctor walked up to him and pointed through the window pane of the door to a woman lying on the emergency table. He shook his head and said to Lu Xian: "The death has been confirmed, but it's a pity that the child in her belly is gone." In another half a month, maybe there is hope for a premature caesarean section. ”

Lu Xian didn't look back at him, just squinted his eyes and asked, "Who is her husband from the military industrial unit?"

"A martyr, a young general who experienced the Protectorate War, was tragically killed a few months ago while guarding the secret experiments of scientists in Western Xinjiang. The doctor said with admiration, but sighed, a sense of self-reproach driven by a sense of duty, as if he had not been able to save the lives of the martyr's widow and the orphan in his womb.

Lu Xian nodded, he had some respect for this doctor, turned around and stretched out his right hand: "Hello, I am the professor of physics at Neutron Star University in the Republic of East China, and I am contemptible Lu Xian." ”

After hearing this name, the doctor first bowed in awe, then held Lu Xian's right hand with both hands, and said excitedly: "I can't imagine that such a prestigious professor is actually so young as you!"

"It's not important, can I give a little advice?" Lu Xian glanced back at the hospital room.

The doctor didn't quite understand what it meant, because he knew what Lu Xian was doing, but medical malpractice, a person who studied physics, what good advice could he have.

Lu Xian showed a puzzled smile, and he pointed to the public phone on the wall: "Can I make a call?"

The doctor hurriedly rummaged through his body, took out two coins, and handed them to Lu Xian.

Lu Xian took the coin and walked straight to the phone and dialed a number.

Before the phone was answered, he said to the doctor: "Please inform a relatively experienced doctor to give birth to the child of the martyr's widow by caesarean section, whether dead or alive!"

Although the doctor was a little confused, he still summoned all the experienced doctors of the Military Medical Department according to Professor Lu Xian's instructions.

The widow of the martyr was surgically removed. But he told Lu Xian that the baby was less than seven months in the womb, about six and a half months, the mother had been dead for a long time, and of course the child had died, so there should be no chance of survival.

After making the call, Lu Xian also changed into a surgical gown in accordance with medical regulations. He walked up to the "dead baby" and gently touched the child's arm with his rubber-gloved index finger.

The baby's skin immediately collapsed, not yet fully grown, and the skin was still sticky, like unleavened dough, inelastic.

At this time, two soldiers came from outside the ward, holding a delicate alloy box, claiming that Professor Lu Xian had ordered them.

Lu Xian got an injection in the box and said to the doctor who had communicated with him before: "Pituitary hormone, how to inject it to drug the pituitary gland, you should know, right?"

The doctor was a little frightened, and he replied nervously: "No, I can't, I am the director of the Department of Maternal and Child Surgery, which is the scope of neurosurgery." ”

"Then call the doctor in this category, how can I explain to you, how can you tell him, understand?" Lu Xian's tone began to become cold.

This doctor, including those who are familiar with Neutron Star University, knows that the rank of a professor of physics at the Great Physics level is incomparably noble and honorable in the whole country.

And he had the privilege of seeing Lu Xian's work card, and the pass level on the certificate was special, which was the entertainment specification specially approved by the leaders of the people.

About an hour later, the special medical experts, as instructed, completed the pituitary hormone injection surgery on the "dead baby".

As soon as the hormone injection operation was over, less than a minute later, the "dead baby" miraculously burst into tears like an ordinary baby.

"Professor, this... Isn't that incredible?"

Many of the doctors present were shocked. But Lu Xian said something very incomprehensible.

"The special procedures will be sent by someone tomorrow to make a report on the child's identity information and hand it over to the scientific commissioner who will come tomorrow. Speaking of this, Lu Xian showed a loving expression, and looked down at the baby who had been cleaned by the nurse team and began to fall asleep slightly: "Little pity, you are really great, uncle will."

Give you the best life possible, from now on, I will not allow anyone to hurt you. ”

Of course, the baby did not understand this, and it was obvious that he was admonishing those present and telling them to hear.

Soon after, the baby was taken away by a scientific attaché escort who had come to dock him. The hospital has also completely blocked the news of this medical malpractice.

According to reports, all the families of the martyr received the sad news of the death of their loved ones, and the widow was told that he had died. Under special arrangements, the bodies of the widows of martyrs and "baby corpses" were cremated, and a burial ceremony was carried out in secret.

Time flies, and the relationship between Professor Lu Xian and this baby is gradually forgotten by those who are familiar with this incident.

In an inconspicuous small village in the south, Lu Xian and this child have a small family that depends on each other. As usual, he will return to the capital city of Shirahoshi to work, and the children will grow up here slowly.

They have a kind neighborhood, and the little one is raised by the neighbors as if they were family. Whenever Lu Xian comes back from work, the little guy will treat him as affectionately as his father.

The neighbor has a daughter named Jin Fengxiang, who is also the little guy's only childhood playmate. Because the other children in the village all talked nonsense about this child, and they were not particularly friendly.

Some of them got rumors from their parents, and some of them subtly disliked the little ones.

They would say that he had no mother, that his father had picked him up from the field, and that the little one was mentally retarded, otherwise why would he not go to school at the age of seven or eight.

One day, Lu Xian came back and went fishing with the little guy to the reservoir near the village, and the little guy couldn't help but ask the village children all kinds of questions about him.

Lu Xian said very blandly: "Because they are all mortals, you are an immortal!"

"But Dad, I don't even have a name, Feng Xiang always calls me Brother Lu, and others directly call me 'hey', 'hey', 'who', and call me like this. "The little one longs for a name for himself, and he doesn't expect his father to give him a good life, at least, it's enough to be like an ordinary person.

The sky gradually darkened, and Lu Xian and his "son" set up a bonfire on the edge of the reservoir, and skewered the fish they caught with branches to make a barbecue.

Lu Xian saw the body of his "son" through the flames of the bonfire, and his skin was a maroon color. He laughed, "You really want a name?"

"Really, Dad, you're finally willing to name me!" the little guy excitedly ran over and put his arms around Lu Xian's neck behind his back.

But Lu Xian put forward a condition: "You can have a name, but you can't follow my surname." ”

The little one was a little disappointed and said, "Am I really the child you picked up?"

"It's not like that. Lu Xian looked at the water in the night and smiled: "Your biological parents are the greatest beings in the world, and they left their lives to you for you. Of course I really want you to be my son of Lu Xian, but you know what? I can't do that, if you don't believe me, you can try to take out the things in the fire and try it. ”

Hearing this, children of about seven or eight years old will make a fuss with despair, or cry loudly, showing helplessness and pity and run away.

But this little guy is different from the others, and Lu Xian also knows this, and at an age when he can withstand the blow and the truth, he decides to tell him the truth that has been hidden for many years.

Of course, the little one thought that his father was joking with him. But since it was a joke, he planned to give it a try according to his father's wishes, and when he really put his hand into the campfire, his father would cry out in distress and say, "I'm kidding you, you're really doing that, aren't you stupid?"

Even if Dad said that he was stupid, he was happy, at least it proved that Father cared about and loved him.

When the little guy really put his hand into the bonfire, Lu Xian had a sense of pride on his face and nodded at him.

From the bonfire, touching a hot pebble on the ground, the little guy didn't feel the pain of the fire!

He took out the stones from the campfire, and the scales of his palms appeared like metal! From the palms of his hands, to his wrists, to his arms, they began to "trickle", and from the inside of the skin they "drilled" out, and the scales attached to the whole skin grew!