"Very well, that's it, can you move your fingers a little more?"

Facing the doctor's expectant and even a little excited eyes, Guo Zhouyi, who already felt fatigue and surged, moved his fingers again.

"Very well, Mr. Barkina, if this continues, you will be able to walk in two weeks." The attending doctor looked at the data displayed on the screen when Guo Zhouyi raised his finger, and seemed to be very satisfied with his nod.

"Two weeks, it looks like you are in a hurry to let me leave in a wheelchair next week, what is it that is so anxious, am I not here to treat the disease?" Guo Zhouyi smiled a little stiffly, his heart was like a tightrope nervous, maybe because of this question, the tension that he would get the truth.

"If you don't mind being in a wheelchair, my doctor certainly won't stop you from doing that, because at the end of the day, it's just a matter of getting a meal." The next moment Guo Zhouyi asked the question, the loudspeaker system of the large monitor in front of the bed in the third medical room released the answer.

The woman shown on the screen is about 20 years old, and in Guo Zhouyi's view, the degree of beauty makes one wonder if the term "amorous style" was invented specifically for her. The physiognomy is delicate enough to remind people of a doll, and the long ink-like hair gives a soft impression, but the green pupils that do not match their Asian ancestry radiate a resolute, unapproachable gaze.

"Ouyang Ying, the owner of this medical research institution, is fortunate to meet." When Guo Zhouyi had not yet gotten rid of the charm of the president of Ouyang Heavy Industries, Ouyang Ying used a naughty-looking smile and the agitation caused by the opposite serious words to make Guo Zhouyi concentrate.

"President Ouyang, forgive me for not being able to salute." Guo Zhouyi nodded slightly.

"I'm not a soldier either, at least not yet, and since you're in this good shape, let's get down to business, right?" Ouyang Ying used a questioning tone, but to Guo Zhouyi's ears, there was no room for negotiation at all.

"Three weeks later, at Christmas, there is a cocktail party held by Ouyang Heavy Industries in Shanghai, you have to come to attend, that is the location of your mission this time, Zeon's intelligence and administrative staff will assist you, I am only responsible for providing medical care, transportation and venues."

"Don't you know what's going on?"

"Ouyang Heavy Industry is naturally involved, but the level you care about should be different from the level I care about, so it doesn't make sense to say to you."

The arrogance that erupted from Ouyang Ying's mouth made Guo Zhouyi frown, but then he stretched out again. While playing the role of a clever strategist and a stubborn president, the other party radiates the naughtiness of a girl and the fierce self-esteem that only teenagers can have, giving him a feeling that something is very wrong, as if a mature woman has lost what others have experienced in the passage of time, and it seems that a girl is disguising herself.

It's different from the feeling that Harman gave himself, the person in front of him made him feel incongruous, but he couldn't say why, if it was just facing a girl disguised as himself, Guo Zhouyi was confident that he could deal with it, but the woman in front of him...

"Mr. Bakina?"

"Oh? Oh, sorry, it looks like I can't be focused for much longer. Guo Zhouyi used his illness to cover up the fact that he was in a daze.

"It's normal, injecting a nano solution can interfere with your thinking, but I don't think it's enough to interrupt your judgment, so in addition to informing you of the Christmas arrangements today, there is one more thing that needs your decision."

"My decision?"

"Miss Karn and Mr. Aznab of New Zeon have both assigned you to make the final decision on this matter, and Ouyang Heavy Industries, who is just a contractor, naturally has to respect the opinion of the financier, look at this."

Ouyang Ying's image shrank out a bit, and half of the screen showed an oval-shaped cabin, and part of the surface of the cabin seemed to be a transparent material, so Guo Zhouyi could see some kind of biological tissue that was pulsating slightly.

"This is...

"You fought for it, the last of the children you tried to save."

"What did you say?!"

The children!!! The children!! And the children who have been stripped of their bodies and imprisoned in steel!! The children you want to save!! Actually... Actually...

The sharp stinging pain surged up again, and Guo Zhouyi fainted again.

When he woke up again, it was already 5 hours later, but Guo Zhouyi couldn't ask for more information from Ouyang Ying, the president of Ouyang Heavy Industries was busy, so he only left him a video recording. And now, Guo Zhouyi's fingers are slightly hanging on the control keys of the playback, and they are constantly vibrating.

They have transmitted their thoughts to themselves, intertwined with their own induction waves, which are the fluctuations that only individuals who are "humans", but why, Ouyang Ying would say that the objects that look like a large piece of finished meat from a slaughterhouse could be those children...

Large beads of sweat dripped down, Guo Zhouyi felt that his rapidly beating heart needed to be suppressed, he trembled and reached for the water cup on the small table but couldn't hold it steady, the water spilled from the edge of the cup fell on the sheets of the hospital bed, there was no one in the ward now, this was information that only he could watch.

Those gentle thoughts, the ugly-looking pieces of flesh.

The detailed questions that only humans can convey, the pieces of flesh that seem sadder than animals.

Is it the kind of individual that has evolved to communicate with itself, itself?

Spit out the mutilated sentences, Guo Zhouyi lay back on the bed heavily, grabbed his throat with one hand to suppress the surging emotions, and rubbed the soaked sheets tightly with the other, and the water droplets that were squeezed out and Guo Zhouyi's tears dripped down the room together.

The sound of liquid dripping rhythmically stimulated the eardrums, and Char looked at the red wine dripping from the small pedestal where the Zeon military emblem was placed, shook his head helplessly, and turned his gaze back to Harman, who was staring at him like an angry lion.

Just a few seconds ago, a sharp whistling sounded in his ears, and it flew past his face, and the shattered wine glass was now lying on the ground, and the flames of anger were steaming under the eyes of the girl who had been in love with him.

[It is a woman's good ability to rely on her own arrogance to make a man die for himself]

The words that she couldn't help but throw out just now because of the stinging pain in her heart seemed to really stimulate her, so it seems that her feelings for him are sincere.

"I have a business with him, no one else is qualified to comment, you don't understand him, I do! You haven't seen his heart, I have! If I keep everything behind me and don't let him see it, that's hurting him! ”

"I take back my words, you really are a good woman." Char said bitterly.

"Finish the conversation all at once, Char."

"But that... Belch... I mean, even if that so-called child really grows up, what can he do, recruit Zeon as a combat force, or will he be left behind in the people? ”

"You can't take care of it!" Harman's voice, which had been lower, rose a few degrees.

"Hmm。。。。。 Truly... ”

But if, if it is really allowed, hope that he/she will survive--- this is what he came out of his mind when he was unconscious, and that moment of inductive resonance should have transmitted more information, more emotion, a pulse of guilt and joy.

It's like the impact I felt when my maid told herself that she had a child.

Child...?

Such a precious thing, in this chaotic world, is it better not to have it or to fight hard, it seems that now the world has provided an opportunity for itself and him to cheat.

If I could have a grandson in the future, I would like him to be called Frodo, or Ruth if it were a granddaughter] The father's joke before the death of the cold Axis suddenly began to echo, and Harman's thoughts drifted far away.