Chapter Twenty-Three: The Prophet in the Dream
The figure in the mirror was very unfamiliar to Moore. A pair of hands touched from the chin to the forehead, the pupils of the eyes protruded deeply, a piece of skin that was old and rough stretched to the corner of the eye, and one eye was dull and contrasted with the other. Half of Dr. Moore's face was ruined.
She hurried to the medical room, panicked and turned on the electronic equipment for laser testing, and the results surprised her: the left side of the face cells were declining, the cause was excessive fatigue, and she should pay attention to rest.
"I have eight hours off every day, how can I be?" Mohr looked at the cell structure diagram on the left side of his face, and the cell division was slow and the metabolic ability was weak. The machine automatically performs voice recognition, "Although you have rested for eight hours, but at night, your mental state has reached the highest point, almost one-third of the cells in your body have declined, and some of them have completely 'resurrected' themselves, please rest in time." β
Moore was stunned, how could this be, she lay gently on the bed, one hand touching the left side of her "old" face. "Mental state at its peak, mental state at night?" She furrowed her eyebrows, thinking back to the dreams she had every night, she knew the feeling, she had been afraid of the thrilling feeling, but what happened she couldn't remember at all, could it be a dream? But what's the matter with the dream, why is it just a partial decline.
Although he was a doctor and had treated countless patients, he couldn't do anything about his situation, and what he was really interested in was what Mohr dreamed about at night.
"Knock, knock!" A knock at the door startled a pensive Mohr.
"Who!" She asked curiously, often no one knocks on the door of the medical room, but today there is a knock on the door when she is in a situation.
"I, Tang Wu, are you okay?" Through a door, Tang Wu's deep voice was cut down a lot. Moore quickly picked up a needle, tapped it in the English potion, and stabbed it on the left side of his face, and in an instant, the skin on the left side of his face changed, from the original dull to delicate, and the agent invaded the skin, speeding up the speed of cell division...... The skin returns to its original appearance.
Moore opened the door and said in a calm tone, "I'm fine!" β
Tang Wu seemed to be suspicious, "Is it really okay?" Listen to someone's reaction, your situation is very ...... Severe! β
"Maybe it's more serious for me, I'm ...... after all It's a woman, and your appearance is very important to you......"
The news turned really fast, I thought that he only knew that there was something wrong with his body, or that there was some adverse reaction, purely due to environmental differences. But it turned out that he knew that I had a problem with my face, did he know something...... What's more? Tang Wu looked at the left side of her face as usual, stared at her for a long time, and said, "What is the reason for your aging face, and what is the reason...... Got it back again? β
Moore somewhat stammered some reasons based on his work: "The climate of Mars is not the same as that of Earth...... Cells may not adapt...... So an allergic-like reaction occurs. Now I know that I have allergies. β
Tang Wu was suspicious, and finally left immediately. Mohr closed the door steadily, holding his head in his hands and sighing, sitting motionless in the corner, his emotions tossing in his heart, lonely and helpless...... She came to work on this Martian base alone, and before she came, she had a very perfect family, and she was the best biological researcher in the family. He studied various exotic creatures in the work department and obtained very good results, which is the pride of his family history and a role model for his parents, relatives and friends.
The family has been a doctor for generations. But unexpectedly, my parents had an accident while collecting samples of alien organisms in the wild. A huge hole began to crack in the ground, and all the equipment that could survive fell down.
Before they were about to lose their lives, Mohr, who was working, was contacted. How could a person who had just worked be able to accept such a thing...... But now that Moore remembers what his parents had said, everything seems to have broken through the haze and reappeared. "Daughter, I don't want to tell you now, but it's too late, and I hope our 'story' can help you. In your family history, you should not be scared or think that you are a monster because of the 'strange disease' that cannot be explained by science...... Be careful, no matter what happens later that you can't understand, you must remember these words that were told to you today...... Don't panic......"
Moore leaned on the door next to her and struggled to stand up, remembering these words was the biggest motivation for her self-confidence! The medicinal power is almost exhausted, and the skin on the face is gradually aging......
Her breath calmed down, and she followed the flashing memory in her mind to draw an outline on the electronic analog screen, a circle and then the details, in the extra part of the circle, line after line, line after line, the shadow part protruded. The more she painted, the more energetic she became, as if there was a force controlling her hand, looking at the pattern she had drawn, her eyes groaning, and her gaze swept the pattern from top to bottom. A circular spaceship is painted in great detail on the electronic simulation screen, with doors, weapons, and lights.
Roque, Alice, Lu Ming...... She remembered the names of these people in her head, did they go there? She was silent for a moment, her lips whispering: this is what her parents call a "disease", a disease that cannot be explained by scienceβa dream prophecy.