Yaoguangke, Office 13.

Four men and three women, a total of seven special service officers.

They sat in chairs, anxiously and patiently waiting for someone to arrive.

They knew each other, but they didn't have the slightest intention of communicating at this time.

Someone looked nervous and repeatedly grasped the air, as if training his forearm strength to divert attention.

Some people look at their noses and noses, just like old monks entering the country.

Some people were sweating profusely on their foreheads, and their uniforms were soaked with hot sweat.

There are also people who pretend to be calm, but their eyes are shaking around, inadvertently showing the anxiety in their hearts.

These seven special agents attach great importance to the boss who is about to come to guide.

Although the external performance is different, the mood is unexpectedly the same.

Tuk, tuk, tuk......

The sound of steady footsteps sounded outside.

At first, all seven thought it was a hallucination caused by their own nervousness.

The sound of footsteps gradually became clearer, from far to near.

It's closer......

It's closer!

The door was silently pushed open, and a young man in a white lab coat with a slightly thin figure slowly walked inside.

This person's eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his facial features are handsome, and his temperament is clean and refreshing.

He has an identity nameplate hanging on his chest, which reads [Yao Guangke - Leader of Special Service 13 - Yan Anqing - Number 19S0A25]

The seven of them stood up with a "bang".

Their demeanor was stiff, and they didn't know where to put their hands.

In fact, there is no need for an identity plate, and the seven people present can also recognize each other's identities.

"Yan Shen!" The youngest young man in the Secret Service Seven didn't contain the excitement and excitement in his heart, and blurted out.

"Hello."

Yan Anqing nodded at him, and his gaze immediately fell on the rest of the members, "Although it is the first time we have met, I have read all your information. ”

The 13 special service groups, plus their own unworthy team leader, have a total of 8 members, most of whom are arranged by their families through various relationships, and they are down-to-earth, with only one or two big cats and kittens.

But on the bright side, these people are intellectually sound and know what level of background, strength and position they have, and what kind of posture they should show when facing different people.

The EQ is too low, and the guy who thinks he is the second in the world is generally not able to get a job in the seventeenth department.

According to Yan Anqing's observations in the past few months, it seems that only Xie Zhe is an exception.

In fact, with his current popularity, he can't do it if he wants to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

There were no incidents of pretending to be slapped in the face.

In front of Yan Anqing, these secret service officers were very honest and well-behaved, like mice that saw a wild cat, and they didn't dare to be presumptuous at all.

"You, you, you ......"

Yan Anqing held a pile of materials in his hand, swept it slightly, and clicked on six people.

The eyes of the men and women who were ordered to do so lit up.

The one who was ignored was a middle-aged man.

The expression on his face darkened in an instant.

"Sit down, you guys."

After giving such an order, Yan Anqing's attention focused on the middle-aged man: "Longing person." ”

"Symptoms vary from mild to severe, and may be...... Idle for too long? Need me to give you something to do? ”

"In my opinion, except for Jia Yuanliang, other people's symptoms can be adjusted by themselves."

After finishing speaking, Yan Anqing beckoned to the standing middle-aged man.

Jia Yuanliang, a member of the 13th group of Yaoguangke Special Service.

This person's food intake in the past half month has reached three times that of before, and at the same time, he has taken the initiative to increase the amount of training, and he looks like he will not give up without tossing himself to death.

It's just that I can't get along with myself.

If he hadn't seen this person's biographical information, Yan Anqing would have suspected that there was a strong tendency to self-destruct in his genes.

"Tell me, what do you think?"

Hearing Yan Anqing's words, a touch of grief appeared on the middle-aged man's knife-like face.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and took a deep breath before he could barely adjust his emotions.

"My mother...... It's almost gone. ”

"From childhood to adulthood, she has paid a lot for me."

"In any case, you have to try as much as you can!"

"I, I must become the one with the silver pupils!"

As he spoke, the eyes of the man who was not low in stature were red, and his voice was choked.

Yan Anqing nodded noncommittally.

He specially found out the information of the other party and read it in detail.

Jia Yuanliang's father died early, and his mother raised him alone.

Single mother, life is difficult, along the way, I don't know how much suffering I have suffered, how tired I have suffered.

After years of hard work, her body completely collapsed.

As she grew older, various diseases swarmed and ate away at her health.

Jia Yuanliang's mother's vitality is like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time, but because of the symptoms of liver and kidney failure, many drugs cannot be used.

Although there is a saying that "strong medicine is used for severe cases", this is not suitable for patients who run out of oil.

The current medical treatment can only barely delay time and delay the progression of the disease.

The attending doctor concluded that Jia Yuanliang's mother only had a month or two to live......

Watching her survive in pain in a hospital bed, or injecting her with chemicals to euthanize her?

As a son, Jia Yuanliang couldn't make a choice.

Now every day, he lives in the anguish of his heart.

In Jia Yuanliang's view, the only hope for his mother to recover her health is Wuji cells.

Recently, Dr. Qu Li and Dr. Jiang Xinyue have been studying the project of allogeneic implantation of Wuji cells, but they have not been able to solve the rejection reaction that comes and goes.

What's more, as the most precious and rare research material, countless people are looking forward to this benefit falling on them, and there are countless competitors, why should they be used on Jia Yuanliang's mother?

He and his mother, in this regard, are not competitive enough.

Others become silver-eyed people just to satisfy their own delusions and look forward to a more colorful life.

But for Jia Yuanliang, becoming a silver pupil is a rigid need!

If you transplant the Wuji cells in his body to his mother, will it be okay?

Moreover, between parents and children, the rejection reaction should be much lower!

Bone marrow hematopoietic stem cell transplantation, liver, kidney transplantation......

Although Jia Yuanliang doesn't know much about this, in his mind, there should be similarities.

"If you can become a silver-eyed person by eating and self-harming, there will still be such a thing as a visionary?"

Yan Anqing scolded: "You are like this, you have broken yourself, what should your mother do?" Who takes care of her? ”

The high-spirited and burly man was reprimanded twice, and all the cold and hard disguises these days were broken, and tears flowed out.

Jia Yuanliang cried like a child: "But, I have no choice......

After breaking through the opponent's spiritual defense, Yan Anqing's voice suddenly became much hoarse and low.

"Your name, Jia Yuanliang."

"Yao Guangke, a staff member of the thirteenth group of special services."

"You're a dutiful son."

The middle-aged man wiped away his tears and nodded.

"You feel like you've failed your mother's expectations."

"You haven't been able to get ahead, let her enjoy her old age in peace, and enjoy the joy of family."

"You want to make it up to her."

The expression on Jia Yuanliang's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes began to become hollow.

"Yes."

"You think that if you become a silver-pupiled person, you can transplant your own Wuji cells to your mother."

"Like bone marrow donation, liver and kidney transplantation."

"The success rate of matching is higher between relatives who are related by blood."

Jia Yuanliang's eyes gradually dimmed, his expression was dazed, and his voice was ethereal, as if it was a mechanical synthesized sound, and he seemed to be whispering to himself: "That's right." ”

When the young man who called Yan Shen saw this, he couldn't help but let out a low sigh: "Hold the grass...... Hypnosis? Awesome! ”

The other six agents present couldn't help but hold their breath and look at each other.

Yan Anqing is one of the most popular and hottest star scientists in Mojuke recently.

But no one has ever heard of hypnotism......