"Zheng Ming, I'll work hard for you next. Remember to throw the put dead mice in the trash can downstairs. Don't make a mistake. ”

"Hmm. Good. ”

"Then we'll go first."

After dealing with the greetings of the team members, Zheng Ming looked in front of him with a blank expression. It was full of disembowelmented guinea pig carcasses.

After weeks of drug injections, the tumor-growing mice became test subjects. It was the first time for the students to undergo tumor removal surgery, and the success rate can be imagined. Only some of the dozens of mice were successfully operated, and most of the rest have already died.

Now all he has to do is leave a few mice to record the data and kill most of the remaining half-dead mice.

Gently press the neck with your left hand, pinch the rat tail with your right hand and pull it hard. Another life dissipated. It didn't make the slightest wave, it was so relaxed and so boring.

Zheng Ming looked at the dark eyes of the little thing in front of him without waves, skillfully harvesting the life of the mouse.

……

"Our experiment failed. Let's copy the experimental data from the next table. ”

"Zheng Ming, don't forget to execute it."

In a trance, another call sounded in my ears. Zheng Ming, who was still executing the guinea pig just now, responded in a trance.

"Oh."

"What's wrong with you? Hah, it's not like you want to escape afternoon class, right? It didn't work, I tried it before. Unless you are really sick and can't get up, you will still be deducted from your usual points. I'll go first, don't forget to put the rabbit's carcass in the bin at the door. ”

The reminder in his ears became farther and farther away, and Zheng Ming finally recovered from his trance. What caught his eye was an experimental white rabbit fixed to a metal unit. At this time, the white rabbit, who was disemboweled, was breathing with the Y-shaped metal tube that ran through the trachea.

"Si~Si~~~"

Although its chest and abdomen were still desperately undulating, it still could not recover its rapidly dissipating vitality.

Zheng Ming glanced at the incision of the Y-shaped metal tube where the blood stains had not been wiped clean, listened to the weaker and weaker breathing in his ears, and knew in his heart that this was caused by the blood flowing into the organs because the blood was not wiped clean when the intubation was intubated.

The pain can be imagined, Zheng Ming looked at the white rabbit in front of him who was on the verge of death and kept struggling, and picked up the syringe on the side.

Finding the place where the edge of the rabbit's ears was shaved during the previous injection of anesthesia, Zheng Ming used a syringe to inject air into the veins of the white rabbit.

Just when Zheng Ming calmly looked at the white rabbit in front of him, waiting for it to die, there was another flicker in front of him. By the time he woke up from his trance, he was already standing in another classroom.

It's still a familiar scene of a group of people surrounding a stainless steel platform. It's just that this time, the living little animal on the stage has become a corpse that has been cut open of skin, subcutaneous fat, and various superficial nerves and blood vessels, exposing muscles.

The strong smell of formalin, the stench that is like a wall of air and the distinct layers outside, and the cold air. All this made Zheng Ming instantly realize that he was in the game solution experiment class.

"Hey, did you hear that? I heard that there are two strange things in our year, and I went to the bureau to talk about love in the classroom at night. He also carved words on the buttocks of the corpse and was punished by the academy. ”

"Ha, I've heard that, too. What a pervert. ”

The sound of discussion in his ears was so familiar that Zheng Ming stopped the tweezers and scalpel that were peeling off the fat in his hand and forgot about the past.

"Hey, hey. The strange man has seen it. It can't be that you're attracted to those two perverted stories, right? ”

"Hee-hee, maybe. Aren't you quite a heavy taste? Maybe it's a good match for him. ”

"What a joke. Haven't you seen the look on his face when he kills the critter? Just thinking about it makes me shudder. ”

"Zheng Ming? What are you in a daze? Today, I have to sort out the muscles and arteries and veins in the neck. If you want to get out of class on time, you can't be lazy. ”

The voices of the team members came from the side, and Zheng Ming withdrew his gaze and looked at the corpse in front of him. This is a sentence about the dry and thin corpse of an elderly man, although there is not much subcutaneous fat, but it is also very troublesome to remove.

Just as he was carefully peeling off and removing the fat tissue, regardless of the pungent stench and slippery touch, the voice of the team member just now came in his ears again.

"Speaking of Zheng Ming, I really don't understand you. You are usually absent from theoretical classes at every turn, why don't you miss these experimental classes once? You don't have one or two major courses, but your results in these experimental courses are surprisingly good. Do you know what people say about you? Say you have a weird personality, like to kill animals, like corpses. ”

"Why did you apply for this major?"

The question in his ears made Zheng Ming slightly stunned, and when he raised his head, he found himself sitting on the bed in the dormitory, opposite the roommate he called the boss.

"What?"

Seeing Zheng Ming's dazed look, the boss couldn't help but add again with a dancing.

"You see, some people study this profession to save lives. Some people are doctors because of the elders in the family. It is undeniable that each of them has certain beliefs and reasons why they have to study this profession. You think, after all, there are many more money-making majors than this, and there is no reason to work hard to memorize questions every day for money, and the return is not proportional to the pay.

And even if you enter the hospital in the future, you have to endure it in the face of vexatious patients, after all, the doctor-patient relationship is so tense now, and if you don't do it, you will be entangled in lawsuits.

Besides, without a little persistence, who will memorize those awkward nouns that they couldn't even read before, and memorize those clinical symptoms, noun explanations, stress reactions, etc., endless fucking exercises? Just like when I was in high school, I prepared for exams every day.

So what exactly is your persistence? Is it to hang a pot to help the world and save people's lives? ”

Oh, yes. What am I holding onto? Saving lives? Hanging pot to help the world? I didn't think about it, and I wasn't interested. Why does the lack of reverence for life struggle in this profession that is ridiculed as "persuading people to study medicine, and the sky is thundering"?

Zheng Ming asked himself and finally got the answer.

Yes. It's because I'm admitted. Even volunteered to apply for the exam casually copied him at the same table, but because it happened to be the first batch of this major to arrive when he was waiting, he naturally entered this major.

For him, it doesn't matter what he studies or what major he goes to. It is precisely because of this that he will be tortured by failing in this difficult and abnormal profession. For him, who chose science because he was too lazy to memorize texts, the daily routine of having to memorize a large number of rare words and nouns and their explanations was as difficult as hell.

He also tried to arouse interest, but in vain. If there's anything else that can make him even the slightest bit interested, maybe it's the lab class where he doesn't have to memorize things.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ming became more and more sober, and suddenly stood up from the bed.

Seeing that Zheng Ming didn't say a word, he was about to open the door and leave. The boss stepped forward in three steps and two steps and grabbed Zheng Ming's right arm.

"You don't have a sense of purpose? No respect for life? Think of those who give selflessly for the sake of others. Haven't you been touched when you see the doctors on the news who insist on surgery to revive patients and eventually fall asleep? ”

Zheng Ming didn't care about the other party's abnormal behavior that was very different from his usual temperament, but just shook his right arm that was tightly grasped, and replied calmly: "Yes." I admire those people. But it's just admiration, and if I become like them, it's a bit hard. ”

"Imagine that years from now, maybe you will alleviate the suffering of those who are sick, or you may save the endangered from the brink of death, or you may help pregnant women give birth to a new life in the world, and you may dispel the disease for those children. Don't you have the slightest vision for these images? Don't you have a sense of emotion and respect for life? ”

"Huh? I just need to make sure that I am strict and disciplined, and what does it matter to me as for the lives and lives of others? ”

"Actually, every day when there is no class, go to the library to check the materials, find an empty classroom, study in the evening, and memorize the questions in the evening, isn't it? Why leave in a hurry? ”

"No, it's not fun to memorize those inexplicable words every day until late at night. Rather than be like that, I'd rather be alone in a daze, read a book, or charge into battle for some people. ”

Saying that, Zheng Ming finally got rid of the boss's pull, and regardless of the increasingly distorted figure behind him, he pushed open the door of the bedroom.

A dazzling white light appeared, and Zheng Ming, who subconsciously closed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes. As he opened his eyes again, the silence in his ears became more and more noisy, and the moans, shouts, and strange screams became louder and louder, quickly filling Zheng Ming's ears.

In the battlefield full of corpses, the figure standing in the pile of corpses was stunned in place, and the Dorn soldiers who had the courage to step forward to attack happened to be opposite Zheng Ming's eyes when he opened his eyes.

Under the calm gaze of those dark eyes, the Dorn soldiers instantly sweated. Relying on the distorted screams to suppress the fear in his heart, the Dorn soldiers stabbed their spears fiercely at Zheng Ming with their trembling hands that could not be stopped.

"Poof."

Zheng Ming, who came back to his senses, saw the Dorn soldiers attacking him in front of him, and cut him off with a knife without the slightest hesitation. To him, these Dorn soldiers were like toads, guinea pigs, and experimental rabbits.

It may hurt him, but it can't hurt his life. The same flip can easily take its life. Their greatest significance was just to exhaust Zheng Ming through their endless numbers.

After reaping a life, Zheng Ming jumped down from the pile of corpses that had been stacked together, and as his eyes quickly scanned, a figure shrouded in gray robes came into view.

Thinking back to the colorful mist attack that the other party landed on him before falling into the memory, Zheng Ming opened his mouth and asked, "Spiritual attack? Dreamland? Or neurotoxin? Or is it a means similar to mental space? ”

In the face of Zheng Ming's inquiry, a difficult voice like metal friction came from the gray robe.

"I didn't expect you to come to your senses so quickly. It seems that your mental power is very strong. ”

After getting the answer he wanted, Zheng Ming didn't talk too much nonsense, and rushed straight to the gray-robed figure.