January 1, 2214

0:23

Marcus had just finished facial correction surgery for a deformed person, and walked out of a makeshift operating room a little tired, looking at the desolate courtyard in front of him, and the number of deformed people in this huge facility that belonged to the Angus family during the war was less than 3,000.

Then Marcus turned on a light and shadow screen, and reported the results of today's surgery to the section chief Akimi, at present, in the seminary, in addition to teaching, the review of the medical market, the people of the 4 departments will basically take turns to come here to do corrective surgery for deformed people.

In the past, the number of tens of thousands of deformed people has been effectively reduced, and because of the success of the longevity vaccine, the probability of deformed children has been reduced to 0.03% last year, and 9 years have passed since the success of cloning the future technology.

The urban population is now maintained at 18 million, and the growth rate of the population has continued to grow in the past nine years, but in the past, due to the influence of an aging society, the population once decreased to 14 million, and nearly 3 million newborns were born in nine years.

Spurred on by Congress's newborn care allowance and education subsidy, many families have three or four children who will be on the shoulders of the next generation.

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

Marcus sighed, looking at the multi-functional light and shadow medical machine next to the operating table in the room, which can automatically change the injection, as well as the detailed regular inspection to collect all the data of the patient, the profession of nurse has really been eliminated.

After the AI system is stationed in the medical industry, the industry only needs doctors who can see patients and perform surgeries, but Marcus is a little unacceptable.

"The young ladies in the nurse's uniform are gone."

Marcus laughed, sat at the door and lit a cigarette, Marcus also knew that this was an inevitable situation caused by medical technology and the embodiment of medical intensity, and the AI would even give some doctors who prescribed drugs to give reasonable reminders, making the doctor's job easier.

In the past, there may have been a distinction between internal medicine and surgery, but now being able to operate with a scalpel of light and shadow and seeing some common conditions has basically become the entry threshold for doctors.

The medical industry is becoming more and more elitist, some powerful doctors, can perform three or four people at the same time, Marcus feels a little boring, only smart guys can become doctors in the future.

Among the 32 schools, the elimination rate of 4 subjects is very high, and many students have no way to become medical elites at all, and are quickly eliminated, so they can only choose to go to 3 subjects as military doctors.

Marcus always felt that something was wrong, the medical pressure would increase exponentially in the future, which was not a commendable thing, the rate of training a qualified doctor was much lower than the growth rate of the population, even if the medical intensity increased too much, it was still difficult to alleviate, and the most important thing was that now this elite system has begun to solidify.

The most important thing is that now the section chief Akimi also plans to develop in the direction of nano medicine, so that the impact on future medical treatment will be greater, and Marcus has discussed these things deeply with Huashen, but there is no answer.

This industry is not like other industries, even if other industries are stupid, but only need to do it for a long time, no matter how stupid people can be after experience, this industry is not good, experience is not necessarily useful in many cases, what is needed is a flexible and intelligent head, and there can be no mistakes halfway, this is the most fatal, because your mistakes are very likely to lead to the death of a patient.

In the past, medical malpractice was quite common in the city, but now it is almost non-existent, because the definition of medical malpractice in the law is extremely strict.

Marcus knows what the gods want to do, so that the profession of doctors can return to its original intention, treating diseases and saving people 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 the bottom hospital and the upper hospital, the same charge and the same medical means, there will not be much difference, and the medical price can be balanced and stabilized.

Recently, Marcus has felt more and more heavy, everyone is just flesh and blood, and many former students of 4 subjects in private are relatively silent, although everyone does not say a word about the future plan of cloning back then, but many people have some problems in their hearts, plus the genetic food research that is now cooperating with 11 subjects and 12 subjects.

In addition, the need to train the next batch of medical talents for the city is very high, and many people are under great pressure, and they also need to supervise the medical market, and those large medical companies Zhou Xuan continue to carry out rectification and investigation in all aspects of the entire drug market, and also need to conduct long-term follow-up research on the safety and reliability of new drugs.

Everything was too tired, Marcus tilted his head and watched the fireworks still floating in the sky all over the city, such a surgical job was very easy for them, only him and Frye came over today.

Marcus once thought that it would be nice if there was someone who could replace him, but the reality is that there is no one to replace them in the next era of the city's overall medical care.

With the sound of footsteps, Marcus looked into the facility 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 now may be to see the next era of the age of light and shadow, the era of mechanization coming, so that human beings may never get sick again.

Soon Marcus followed Frye to an underground facility that the two of them had spent a long time building, in a room with a large number of instruments, the clone Lolita was lying quietly on the table, looking weak, and in the large jar of many columnar bodies next to it, there were some various orcs, these were Marcus's research, but unfortunately they all failed.

"Next time you'll probably forget more."

Frye said, and Lolita, the clone, nodded.

"But what I'll never forget is, what I had to do!"

Marcus walked to the edge of a wall and pressed a button on the wall, and the wall slowly disappeared halfway, revealing a culture chamber, where Lolita's new clone was ready, and the next thing was to implant the memories of Lolita, who was about to die.

There are still flaws and instabilities in this technology, and both Fry and Marcus have asked some people in Section 10 about the technical part, but unfortunately it still can't be effectively solved.

Neuroscience is also a relatively large research project in the current 10 and 4 departments of cooperation, in the future plan of cloning, everyone has tried countless times, many clones of the ontology, as well as clones of clones, memories are difficult to preserve very completely, as long as those things that will cause greater emotional fluctuations for the ontology are remembered more clearly.

Soon the clone Lolita on the table stopped breathing, Fry held her hand, and soon took out a cranial nerve signal displacer from the back of Lolita's head, Marcus is still adjusting the body values of the fresh clone Lolita, and some values still need to be fine-tuned, and some corresponding cool elements are injected to ensure the suitability of the body.

Dense tiny tubes filled Lolita's body in the pod, and Frye had wrapped the body of the dead clone Lolita and placed it in a corner.

"Still skeptical? What did you do, and whether it was right or wrong? ”

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

"You should have noticed it, Fry, the teachers are stripping away everything from people, remember what the teachers said in history class!"

Frye nodded.

"One day when this place can no longer be habited by humans, human beings can only go to the vast universe to find the next planet that can survive, everything the gods do is for the arrival of that moment, I found something interesting when I was studying their cell particles........"

Frye stood up and shook his head.

"I'm going to go up there and operate on some deformed people, and I'll be in trouble here, Marcus."

Marcus laughed.

"Still don't you plan to resurrect Nabe!"

Frye shook his head, he still couldn't make a decision, because Nabe was dead in fact, and even if Nabei was resurrected using cloning technology, then she might not be her anymore, but someone else, and Nabei would not want to appear as a clone.

"I've collected all of Nabe's body data so completely, but I'm reluctant to do it, Fry, or I'll help you ......."

"It's up to you to do this."

Frye said and left the room, quickly returning to the facility corridor on the ground, he walked quietly in the darkless corridor, a glimmer of light in the distance, and at this time Frye thought more of some of the mental illness patients he had seen recently.

From the youngest 11 years old to the oldest 78 years old, such groups have begun to become more and more marginalized, although there are wards in hospitals to accommodate such patients, but most of them are relatively expensive, and if they cannot afford to pay this money, most of these people who have lost even the most basic living ability will only go to death, no one cares about it, no one cares about it.

Unlike physical diseases, which can be cured with medication and surgery, mental illnesses are incurable.

Most of the methods of drug suppression are very cruel, which will calm these patients, but gradually they will also lose their health, and some doctors even advocate frontal lobotomy surgery to turn some aggressive psychopaths into walking dead.

Mental illness is already a major problem in the city, most doctors are reluctant to take over, the cure rate is almost zero, and most of the patients' families cannot afford to pay for some effective but long-term medical expenses.

Frye looked at the building behind him quietly, he wanted to talk to Alpha, after all, this is the Angus family's property, it would be much better if this place was used as a shelter for the mentally ill, and Frye has been studying a lot of psychopathic behaviors lately, and the demands hidden in their crazy words.

Frye has found his way forward, and he can't stand the things in the power world, because he is not naturally sociable and unwilling to accept those complicated things, and it may not be bad to be a psychiatrist.

Looking at the number of patients here who have been gradually decreasing, Frye is a little excited at this moment, something has to be done by someone, Frye is also a doctor himself, when he comes back to his senses, the number of deformed people here is only a little bit, as long as he has corrective surgery, he can return to society, and he doesn't have to care about other people's eyes at all.

Looking back on everything in the past, Frye only remembers that he was attracted by that young but unparalleled young man, and if it wasn't for Huashen's initiative to come here to help mutants see a doctor and do body correction surgery, this place may still be unattended.

Frye had also thought about what he could do after graduation, but now he figured out that this part of the marginalized mentally ill in the city needed to be cared for and treated, so Frye planned to build this place into a psychiatric hospital.

But Fry had no money and could only talk to Alpha, who smiled and shook his head.

"The answer may already be obvious!"

1:01 a.m

With the sound of violent metal collisions, a huge machinery in a large building materials production workshop located on the bottom floor of the west emitted black smoke, steel ropes were broken, and more than ten tons of steel fell from the hanging ropes.

"Be careful."

With a shout and a loud bang, the steel that was supposed to be hoisted onto the truck tilted down.

airplanes

Several workers who were about to be hit by the truck sat on the ground in horror, black particles floating in the air, Quasimodo raised his hands, slowly moved the steel to the ground on the side, a large number of workers held fire extinguishing equipment, cooling down the smoking machinery.

Many people were in a trance, praising this big man with great strength and hard work.

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 just refused to change it, saying that they could still use it if they repaired it, and finally something happened, if there was no big guy tonight, more than ten people would definitely be smashed into meat sauce directly.

At this time, Quasimodo walked towards the boss, his eyes were a little embarrassed, and he pressed the back of his head with one hand.

"I....... Can you get off work? ”

Quasimodo asked, the foreman nodded, Quasimodo has been working for a month, no rest, only sleeps 4 hours a day, he can do the work of 30 people alone, but the salary is the same as others, many workers are not much for this talk, always alone big guy fights, and finally the boss gave Quasimodo a special bonus, and the matter 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's hand, and carefully pulled out the stack of banknotes with two thick fingers, looking through them one by one.

"Quasimodo, who doesn't need to be counted, won't lose a penny from you."

Quasimodo was embarrassed, he didn't know how to read or count, he just wanted to see if every superfilm was a banknote, not a blank piece of paper, he had done this more than a dozen times.

Many of the workers came to the foreman, and the foreman began to settle the money to them, and several people stopped Quasimodo and said that they would go for a drink together, but Quasimodo shook his head in refusal and quickly left.

"Hey, it's too easy for such an honest guy to lose."

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

Quasimodo came to the opposite side of the factory, in a food store, bought some food and drink, a whole bag of things, resisted and left, many people who saw him such a tall and burly guy, couldn't help but look at him suspiciously, after all, in the city, a guy who can grow to a height of 3 meters, many people are still seeing it for the first time.

"Found it!"

Coldly accompanied by a burst of laughter, a man in a suit and leather shoes, who didn't look like a person from the bottom at all, ran over with a smile.

"Are you Mr. Quasimodo, please?"

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

"I'm the owner of Liuyun Entertainment TV Company from the film and television area, and my name is Carloz!"

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

"Can you talk?"

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

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

"What is your salary a month, Mr. Quasimodo."

Quasimodo didn't answer, he didn't know what the man wanted him to do, and after drinking a glass of water, Quasimodo stood up and looked like he wanted to leave, and Carloz immediately became anxious.

"At least ten thousand a month, Mr. Quasimodo."

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

"You think about Mr. Quasimodo, where do you live!"

Quasimodo didn't say a word, and Carloz laughed.

"Tomorrow night is still in this tavern, Mr. Quasimodo, you think about it, tomorrow night I hope you will give me an answer, if you are not satisfied with the salary, we can continue to negotiate, and we can add a few thousand yuan to you."

Quasimodo quickly walked through a large residential area, and soon came to some dilapidated housing areas outside the abandoned vegetable market, many places inside were lit with faint light, and many people walked out for a while.

"Mr. Quasimodo is back."

One by one, people who were unkempt, people who were not like people and ghosts who were not like ghosts ran out one after another, Quasimodo put down a big bag like a hill, and many people gathered around and kept saying thank you, and bought so many things, it cost more than 200 yuan, but it was enough for more than 40 people here to eat for many days.

They are all beggars begging along the streets, scavengers, all people living on the edge of the city, Quasimodo also lives here, any rent is needed here, it is relatively quiet, and then Quasimodo picked up a large piece of bread, and a bottle of water, and left, watching a bunch of people gobble up food, Quasimodo with a smile in his eyes, calmly returned to a dilapidated three-story room, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes quietly, as if praying for something.

It's just that at this time, Quasimodo's mind is thinking of more than 10,000 jobs a month, and he decided to go and see it tomorrow.

2:13 a.m

"We'll be out of prison tomorrow, Hydra!"

Peristan looked at Hydra in a trance, a bunch of people were in the prison cafeteria, celebrating the New Year, the administrator provided them with drinks and some food, many of them could be released from prison tomorrow, and they were all light offenders.

Tamai smiled helplessly, he could see that Hydra was unwilling, he had completed his chemistry studies in prison, but the sentence had not changed, this year was exactly ten years, if according to the sentence Hydra still had 20 years in prison, although the prison administrators took care of Hydra and allowed him to move freely a lot of times, and would give him some opportunities to go out on parole from time to time, but Hydra seemed to have a certain change in mentality.

"I'm going to do something for you, Hydra, and you trust me not to give up any hope."

Peristan said, Hydra nodded, his eyes were a little moist, the law did not make any adjustments, there is no means to reduce the sentence for serious cases such as murder, the law has become more and more severe, Tamaii has been in prison for many years, and he has also learned some legal and economic things, he knows very well that Hydra's case, as a textbook case for the management of the city, is almost impossible to overturn, and the remaining 20 years are what kind of people are for Hydra, Tamaii dare not think about it, and he can't imagine, This poor young man is already 30 years old.

What makes Hydra feel bad is that his last relatives also fell ill and died last year, and no one will come to visit him.

Even some of the inmates in the prison have a lot of complaints about everything about Hydra, and from time to time someone deliberately bullies him.

"If you have anything you want, please contact me, and Tamaii and I will send it to you."

As Perry said, Hydra shook his head, a look of despair in his eyes, and Parestan took a sip with Hydra as he raised his glass.

Tamai said with a smile.

"I'll 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 couldn't give it to him.

Now Perry Stein's funny comic "Special Warfare Zero" has become a complete hit, and the TV series has been filmed for more than 100 episodes, and the financial losses caused by him and Tamaii have been compensated.

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

"We have to do something for him, and the administrators can't do anything for him from their standpoint, because if they do, the law has no stand."

Tamai nodded.

2:23 a.m

In the warden's office, there was a mess, many wine bottles were empty, and there were a lot of boxes of food that had been eaten on the table.

bang

Latis hunched over and hit a pink ball into the bottom pocket, Alpha holding the club next to him looked solemn, Latis took the cigarette from Alpha's mouth, took a puff and asked refreshedly.

"How about it! New Year's punishment game, just let you strip naked and go to the top to run naked for a lap. ”

Alpha looked at Latis with a big fire.

"Hurry up."

Lates shook his head, held the club with one hand, looked at the alpha and then hit the white ball casually, and soon the black ball landed accurately in the middle pocket on the left.

Alpha pressed his head, then looked at Latis.

"Are you really going to let me .......?"

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

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

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

"Punishment games are still needed, otherwise wouldn't such games be boring! Let me think about it, so you can call Noah, and then admit that you were too pushy, and apologize to him. ”

In an instant, Alpha's face turned rosy and he twisted his head.

"Don't!"

Latis leaned over his cheek and rubbed it against Alpha's.

"We said yes and we want to gamble and lose, I lost a game before, you asked me to give those prisoners something to eat and drink, I didn't already abide by it, now it's your turn, Alpha."

Alpha still twisted his head, and Latis called up the light and shadow phone and pressed Noah's number, 0010.

"That bastard actually asked you to say nice things."

"What's the matter, Latis, call me so late, is there something wrong with the equipment in the prison, I'll send someone over to repair it immediately."

Latis sighed.

"What are you doing?"

"Some steps are being worked out for the opening of light and shadow technology in the industry, as well as some related things."

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

"It's me!"

For a moment, Noah on the phone was startled.

"What's wrong Alpha, isn't it ........"

"It was really me who was wrong before, I'm sorry!"

The phone was hung up directly, and Alpha looked at Latis, who was smiling and holding her stomach, pressed her against the sofa, and scratched her.

"Excessive!"

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

"In my opinion, you are too much, Noah always lets you everywhere, obeys you, it's just a problem in the quarrel, you scold him, he doesn't say anything, but you yourself are angry."

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

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

"Maybe I've been getting too emotional lately."

Latis grinned and picked up the alpha with one hand.

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