Chapter 2 Experts

In November in Nanjing, the weather was cold and sunny, and the bell struck thirteen. In order to avoid the cold wind, Shi Pingtao tightened his neck and quickly slipped into the peaceful glass door. In the foyer, quite a few people who work in the building are walking towards the elevator. At one end of the foyer, there is a large painting nailed to the wall, but it is slightly too large to hang in the room.

It is a very large face, more than a meter wide: it is the face of a man about forty years old, with a thick black beard and rough and handsome facial lines - Chen Moran, the ruler of the empire, the second largest empire in the world, has his portrait in every institution in China and in the homes of the vast majority of the people.

After entering the hall, Shi Pingtao did not look at the pictorial, but walked straight towards the stairs. No elevator required. Even when it is the smoothest, waiting for the elevator is a very annoying thing, especially now at the peak of this class, in this building, there are six government agencies, thirteen state-owned enterprises, and twenty-five private enterprises, so there are always many people crowded during the peak period of work here.

Shi Pingtao's medical laboratory is located on the eleventh floor, and for Shi Pingtao, who is already thirty-six, to a certain extent, he likes to use the building as a way to exercise, and if he can, he is happy to move his office to the top floor, which is the seventeenth floor, or even higher.

"Maybe next year, more high-rise buildings will be built!"

In recent years, there have been a lot of high-rise buildings in Nanjing's Xiaguan District, those high-rise buildings are not spectacular, some of them even exceed 30 floors, more than 100 meters, and are advancing to a higher goal, if you climb such a high-rise building, you must be more exercised.

Although it is said that the building is used as exercise, but Shi Pingtao climbs the stairs not fast, he just carries a briefcase, stairs and stairs, minutes later, after finally entering the eleventh floor, he walked into the corridor, in the corridor wall, you can see some oil paintings, and those oil paintings, except for some landscape oil paintings, the indispensable elements are the glorious royal guards, there are pictures of naval battles, there are pictures of land battles, in the picture, the image of those royal soldiers is tall, is mighty, yes, well, It was they who saved this country, this nation, and the royal soldiers, like His Majesty the Emperor, were the saviors of this nation, and if His Majesty had not created this army, perhaps this nation would have become a slave of the great powers again, and this country would have been divided and occupied by the Eight Nations like Poland......

As the first batch of "industrial students", he, like many people, is convinced of this, he has experienced that era, and firmly believes in everything, just as he is a staunch royalist.

At this time, it is cold outside, even through the closed glass window. In the middle of the street below, small winds blow up the fallen leaves, although the sun is shining and the sky is blue, but there are not many pedestrians on the streets, although the war did not make China depressed, and even made China's industry swell sharply, but there are always some effects, such as a large number of young people being drafted into the army.

Holding a coffee cup, drinking a refreshing coffee before work, behind Shi Pingtao, the radio, the "most outstanding invention" that China dedicated to the twentieth century, but it was not the invention of one person, but the joint invention of more than a dozen members of the Royal Academy of Applied Physics.

At this time, the voice coming from the receipt was the morning news, where the announcer was constantly reporting on this year's iron production and the completion of the third four-year plan. What does it mean that the third four-year plan is 0% complete? In the next six months, the third four-year plan will be completed, and perhaps it will be completed exponentially. …,

The completion of the first four-year plan achieved China's steel production exceeding 10 million tons, although half of it was produced by the Ma'anshan Iron and Steel Company, which belongs to the industrial company, and for the first time, China's industrial industry accounted for half of the gross national product, when the first four-year plan was overfulfilled, in the words of His Majesty the Emperor, "we have established the basic industrial system of the country", and China began to transform from an agricultural country to an industrial country from that time.

Then the second four-year plan began to be implemented, the second four-year plan, not only further increased the investment in the establishment of industries, especially railways and steel plants, but also increased investment in the shipbuilding and shipping industries, in the completion of the second four-year plan, China became the fourth largest shipping country after Britain, Germany, and the United States.

Then came the third four-year plan, recalling the drastic changes that had taken place in the country in the past eleven years, Shi Pingtao's expression was full of admiration, which was the worship of His Majesty the Emperor.

Shi Pingtao, who was standing by the window, saw that hundreds of meters away, the Imperial Bureau of Investigation building towered in the gloomy city scene, the building was tall, with white building walls and black eaves, which symbolized the creed of the Imperial Bureau of Investigation -- black and white, in the sight of the Imperial Bureau of Investigation, there was no gray, only black or white, that is, enemies or friends.

Shi Pingtao is no stranger to the Imperial Bureau of Investigation, although he is a doctor, but Shi Pingtao is a contract employee of the Imperial Bureau of Investigation, to be precise, he receives funding from the Bureau of Investigation, to be precise, his research is carried out with the funding of the Imperial Bureau of Investigation.

Of course, because of the secrecy of the contract, no one except himself and the official in charge of the imperial investigation knew about it, and every month, he would receive a large amount of research funds, but for Shi Pingtao, what he valued was not research funds, but ......

Suddenly, Shi Pingtao turned around. By this time he had made his face appear a serene and optimistic expression, he walked through the room, first changed into overalls, and then went to his laboratory, the spacious laboratory was full of glassware, the white laboratory was spotless, and on the table frame of the laboratory, there were several cages, in which there were white rats, and monkeys, which were used for experiments.

In the testing room, he took out a bottle from a safe with a simple white label on it: No. 103. This is a test object, it does not have any peculiar smell, and in Shi Pingtao's opinion, the No. 103 he is holding now may be the most likely drug to pass the test.

Wearing a mask, Shi Pingtao carefully took some medicine powder from the bottle, and then poured it into a steel spoon, and then mixed the medicine powder into the food, and then, the food was sent to the cage, and the monkey who had been hungry all night in the cage immediately grabbed the food and ate it, and after a minute of waiting, the monkey began to become weak.

At this point, the air began to look more relaxed and pleasant. Taking out the monkey from the cage, Shi Pingtao began to examine the monkey, to be precise, to check its condition.

"Fever ...... on"

He took out a pen holder, a bottle of ink, and a thick notebook from the desk drawer, and took notes while checking the monkey's reaction, all quietly, without anyone disturbing him.

And the monkey's breathing began to become rapid, listening to the monkey's heart with a stethoscope, Shi Pingtao once again got the disease he needed - heart disease!

After a while, the monkey that was alive and kicking before died, but Shi Pingtao's record book recorded a series of symptoms of heart disease, and he looked at the previous records again, and the reaction to each recorded illness pointed to a disease - heart disease.

He then put on surgical gloves and brought the monkey's carcass to the operating table, where he began to dissect the monkey, and for the next few hours, he continued to check for various toxic reactions. …,

Finally, when night fell, Shi Pingtao leaned back. After completing all the experiments, an inexplicable sensation hit him.

First of all, he was not sure about the application of this "drug" at all, and he suddenly thought, who is he researching this drug for?

For the country, for the nation.

When he began to sign the notebook and recommend drug number 103, he hesitated for a moment, and suddenly remembered the danger of this drug, it was a poison that could not be tested, and even if someone died after taking this drug, the coroner would not be able to find out that person was poisoned.

It's a perfect assassination poison!

Thinking of the word "assassination," he sat there dumbfounded, looking at his notebook. At this time, the radio is now playing a rousing military music, which is the majestic military music "Imperial March".

The strange thing is that at this time, when he heard the "March of the Empire", he did not get as enthusiastic as before, but became calm. He had been looking forward to this moment for the past few weeks, and when he accepted this mission, he only felt a sense of mission in his heart that he had never felt before, and he had never thought of anything other than this mission. In his opinion, this is the need of the state, and it is his duty as a citizen of the empire, although he does not deny that he needs the help of the Bureau of Investigation to carry out some "unconventional medical trials", but......

Time ticked by. He only felt that the notebook and the simple recommendation report in front of him were so heavy, so heavy that he couldn't even write anything in front of him, to be precise, his name.

"But it can also destroy the enemies of the country!"

Suddenly, Shi Pingtao said this to himself in his heart, and then began to write in a panic, only vaguely aware of what he was writing.

Eventually, the report fell to his name, a neat block - "Shi Pingtao", a name that may seem prosaic but in the medical community represents a member of the Imperial Royal Medical Society, an outstanding medical doctor.

In this era, the fatality rate of infectious diseases is high, and there is an urgent need for treatments and therapeutic drugs for medical researchers in every country. Whether it is the United States, the United Kingdom, Germany, or France, the vast majority of researchers and doctors believe that prisoners, the mentally ill, and the inferior do not have complete rights, and that it is legal to conduct experiments on them, especially in prisoners, and the same is true in China, after all, China's modern medicine has learned from the West, and almost naturally inherited the "experimental tradition" of the West.

However, Chinese pharmaceutical researchers or doctors often choose "forced labor camps" to conduct various drug or pathological tests, where too many people voluntarily undergo various experiments for a few good meals, a separate room, or a few dollars in return, until the "forced labor camps" are disbanded, and they choose ordinary prison inmates.

And among these medical experiments, in addition to the medical tests carried out by pharmaceutical companies and prison contract doctors, there are also some unknown tests, and there are always some doctors, for this or that need, or for that purpose, who are conducting the tests they need in prisons, and there are also some institutions that are conducting unknown tests here that are even contrary to the law.

With the abolition of forced labor, these prisoners have become a "burden to the state" in a sense, and they stay in prison without working, studying, or creating any value.

In the hospital bed in the medical room, there is a patient who looks quite strong, and the patient's arm is connected to a hose, and at the end of the hose is a glass bottle, and at this time, the crimson blood is flowing from the mouth of the bottle. …,

The patient's expression seemed very flat, as if he had already accepted all this, and also accepted his fate.

"Sooner or later, you'll have to drain me!"

Seeing that the doctor brought another bottle, the patient said with some dissatisfaction, blood drawing, this is a common phenomenon in all prisons in the world, outside the prison, every hospital, every day, such and such surgical operations, many patients need blood transfusion, but the source of blood is extremely limited, for this reason, just like foreign doctors, Chinese doctors also set their sights on prisons.

Compared with ordinary blood sellers, every prisoner will receive various experiences in prison, whether they have infectious diseases or not, the prison file is very clear, so to some extent, the "black blood" in the prison is even more reliable and safer than the "red blood" in the blood bank.

In addition, in prison, there is a good experience system to ensure the safety of blood donors, and if a prisoner passes the experience, he becomes a "blood donor", and he undergoes monthly experiences to ensure that he does not carry any infectious diseases.

However, compared with ordinary blood sellers, who will choose the amount of blood to sell according to their physical condition, in the "living blood bank" of prisons, those prisoners do not have the right to choose, in fact, they do not even have the right to decide whether they are "mobile blood banks", in the eyes of prison doctors, these prisoners are often just "mobile blood banks that can walk", nothing more.

“1026，”

The doctor did not call the prisoner's name, and when the prisoner entered the prison, he lost his name, and in his place was a number, in which they had to get used to it.

"Today is your lucky day!"

The prison doctor said to himself while the blood vial was sealed.

"If the blood can be drifted across the ocean, it is estimated that your blood will be drawn every week, after all, the country is now at war, and many wounded on the front line need blood transfusions, but here, ......"

The blood vial is placed in the storage box, and the doctor takes a look at the prisoner.

"Not everyone needs a blood transfusion, so just draw this vial of blood!"

"Looks like I'm lucky today! Shouldn't I be glad I'm blood type! ”

The patient's tone seemed a little helpless, blood type is a universal blood supply, so if a person with blood type breaks the law, goes to prison, and is healthy, then his life will be very comfortable, he can get a single cell, he can get an egg every day, and he can eat a portion and a half of food, but all this has a price, that is, to become a "walking blood bank".

It only takes a few years for an otherwise strong prisoner to become physically weak. No one here would treat the prisoners as human beings, whether it was the guards with batons or the doctors in white coats who claimed to heal the sick and save lives.

"Dr. Li, since I am so lucky today, I will give me a cigarette if I accept your good words!"

The prisoner's face showed a flattering smile, and his face was full of flattery.

"You kid......"

The doctor did not refuse, took out the copper cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to him, and even gave him a match.

After taking a puff of cigarette, the prisoner seemed to be enjoying it very much, and after closing his eyes and enjoying the pleasure brought by the tobacco, after taking a few puffs of cigarettes, the prisoner, who was slightly drunk, said to the doctor with a greedy smile on his face.

"Doctor Li, you can do a good job, and give me a few more cigarettes!"

The doctor did not refuse, and he did not refuse the fact, these prisoners would always ask for a few cigarettes after they had smoked blood, and in prison, cigarettes were some kind of money, and all the underground transactions here were often exchanged for cigarettes.

When the doctor took out the cigarette case again, the prisoner's face was smiling, but he did not notice that the doctor was hesitant to take the cigarette on the side when he chose the cigarette in the box, but in the end he gave the prisoner a few cigarettes, including the one on the side.

After the prisoner left the infirmary, a man in a suit walked in.

"For him?"

"Yes!"

When the doctor answered, there was a slight doubt on his face.

"May I ask a question?"

"Huh?"

The man in the suit, who was about to turn away, answered and looked back at the doctor.

"Why did you choose him?"

"Because his uncle is an official of the Ministry of Justice! So ......"

The man who had left the infirmary said by the door.

"He'll definitely pursue it!"

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