Surgery is rarely performed on the night shift unless there is an emergency. There are more night shifts, and there are more emergencies. No matter how accidental the event is, it becomes a habit.
Weekend shifts, night shifts, emergencies. Three things crowded together affected his mood somewhat, not to mention that at that time, Mo Weiming was reading a certain Western medical journal that he had no time to read during the day. As a result, two drunkards in Xicheng District had a conflict with the Pian'er policeman. Both parties were not very calm, and the result was that each received more than a dozen stitches. Both sides were detained in the hospital, waiting for someone who could talk to them to come.
A nurse was sewing the wounds on the heads of two drunkards, one of whom was Jasper. She was working with another girl, and it was rare that Mo Weiming didn't bother reading the newspaper. Of course, he couldn't read it now. Mo Weiming was dealing with a seriously injured police officer. It's not life-threatening, but it's disfigured. The cut on the face should be done by someone with a steadier hand, and at least he can be considered a public official.
"A grown man scratched me with his nails! Why are his hands so long! Don't you ever cut them? It hurts me so much - oh, please be gentle! I'm going on a blind date next week and he has to compensate my wife. ! It hurts, it hurts, you should be more professional!"
Even through the mask, Mo Weiming's expression could not be seen.
"Don't talk. I won't be responsible if something goes wrong."
"Are you afraid that the stitches will be crooked? Hey, my mouth moved, but my head didn't move."
"No. I'm paralyzed."
"Really or not? Don't scare me. I've heard of this. Did you hit a muscle or something?"
"I beat him."
"ah?"
Whether he believed it or not, the next few injections were much quieter.
When he went out, the police officer walked away angrily with his face in his hands. He didn't notice a person standing by the door. The man held the briefcase in front of him with both hands, looking respectful. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and he didn't know who he was waiting for.
"Huh?"
Mo Weiming took off his mask.
"Why are you here? This level of conflict... won't alarm the main office, right?"
"Haha, of course not. It's just that we're close, and a colleague from the night shift was sent to take a look. I'm accompanying them, and one of the reasons is to see if they are as serious as what I said on the phone. I'm so excited when I see them. Being so energetic, it must be nothing serious, so we have an explanation. Secondly, I personally wanted to see you. Unexpectedly, I was very lucky, and you are here today. "
Tang Zhen freed up a hand to carry the bag and pushed his glasses with the back of his hand. He was still smiling and polite.
"You are looking for me...what's the matter? Is there any case that requires the hospital's assistance? Doesn't it usually require a report to the hospital first? Or should you come and say hello in advance?"
He has participated in cooperating with the police several times, and he still knows the process.
"No, no, there haven't been any big cases recently. I have sorted out some information about past cases. It needs a little... confidentiality, but I have submitted an application and can bring it. Do you have time today to take a look with me? , can you help sort out the doubts? I can't even figure out my identity now. Is it a police doctor or a forensic doctor? It's better to ask a trustworthy 'professional' doctor to help. Hahahaha..."
"Of course. I'm not busy anymore. Let's find a conference room."
Mo Weiming was quite interested in this. This undoubtedly adds some positive waves to the boring work, and can even reasonably skip work on the grounds of cooperating with police work.
The two walked past the jasper tree. She stood not far away for a while. Mo Weiming passed by her as if nothing had happened, and she stared at him closely as he passed. She had already seen through the little idea of fishing in troubled waters. Tang Yu waved his hand to greet her, and she quickly made a smiley face. After walking past, Mo Weiming knew that she would not look back, she must have put on an angry expression again.
It was said to be a conference room, but it was just a small, empty office. The wooden tables and chairs were all peeled off. Tang Zhen took out a handkerchief from somewhere and patiently wiped the tables and chairs. After that, he placed the briefcase on the table, opened it, took out a stack of organized documents, and handed his hands into Mo Weiming's hands.
The curvature of the corners of Mo Weiming's mouth did not remain for long before it dropped.
He glanced at the first two pages briefly, turning pages faster. He raised his eyes and looked at Tang Yu. He was still smiling, like a mask solidified on his face. He kept looking at him, but Mo Weiming couldn't care less about the gaze. He looked at the stack of information in his hand and flipped through the briefcase on the table without permission. There are also a lot of paper materials inside, with different specifications, and most of them are vaguely old.
Mo Weiming stood up and carefully locked the door to the room.
He turned around and didn't sit down, but looked straight at Tang Yu. He didn't know how to face him at this moment. He wanted to raise questions and cross-examine, but he felt that he should be more polite, even more respectful.
"Where did it come from?" was the last thing he said. "How many more?"
"I'm sorry to be honest with you in this way."
Tang Zhen also stood up and bowed slightly to apologize to him.
"No... I thought that these have all been -" Mo Weiming took a few steps left and right, "have all been destroyed? Last time in the church, I asked you about these things, and you said this..."
"Well. I know that these confidential information cannot be taken away easily. But from a perceptual point of view, I hope you understand. This is our hard work for many years... I can't just let them be sealed forever. Among them, there are about Something you need."
All are... information from the research institute. Father's research institute. Of course, this is certainly not all, he must have only brought part of it. Looking at the materials here alone, they are just the tip of the iceberg of the project; there are more than one projects involved. Judging from the years of existence, the earliest project can be traced back to thirty years ago... At that time, my father should be younger than myself now, right?
The surgeon's hands shook uncontrollably.
He pushed his glasses up. Probably due to sweating, it slipped off quickly. He repeated this action repeatedly, and the information in his hand spilled on the ground. He hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and his glasses fell out again. But instead of picking it up, he grabbed the yellowed, soft paper frantically, as if trying to grasp the quicksand escaping from his fingers.
Tang Yu bent down and picked up the glasses at his feet. Fortunately it didn't break. He used a handkerchief to help wipe away the dust on the lenses and handed them to Mo Weiming, who had just stood up. His hair was a lot messy and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.
"Excuse me."
He piled the information back on the table and took the glasses. After sitting down, he carefully studied some of the documents as calmly as possible.
"There are several projects marked as discontinued. I took a look and it was mainly due to resource issues and technical issues. Well... maybe resources can be overcome, but the current conditions are very difficult. Technically, I don't know more. The details are detailed, but it seems that all the equipment they need for research has exceeded the level of common use now... Is it military grade?"
Mo Weiming didn't know whether he was talking to Tang Zhen or talking to himself. Tang Yu looked at him and let out a light sigh.
"At first, I just thought that you and my father have similar looks, but they are completely different people in temperament. But now I see that in some specific aspects, you and he are really similar."
I wonder if Mo Weiming is listening. He then asked: "The research institute...has been closed?"
"Well. It's not so much closed as it is destroyed. Most of the equipment has been destroyed and all the documents have been invalidated. Many results... have also been disposed of harmlessly. There are very few left. You should Don’t think about it…”
He looked Mo Weiming up and down.
Mo Weiming calmed down a bit, and his heart rate gradually returned to normal.
"Well, if you think about it carefully, it's impossible... and there are not enough manpower. I thought I could publish the results and benefit the world. But now, I thought it was too simple. Even if it is a successful trial project , at this stage, they do not have the value of popularization. Even if they promote their research, it will consume too much manpower and material resources - as well as the resistance of various countries' policies."
"Yes. In the past, relevant researchers had their own backgrounds. Most were capitalists, and some were supported by the government. Your father is more influential than what is reported here, and even more influential than you think. Standing in front of these outstanding people Among them, without any background, I often felt isolated and helpless. But, he never cared about this. I think, as long as I can help the reborn parents, my existence is valuable... whether it is about family ties or academic pursuits. , I am probably qualified to say to you, I understand."
"Now...all gone?"
"Yes. You also know, because of the accident."
Yes, "that accident". But Mo Weiming only knew, not understood.
"I don't know much about that accident. I only know that... people from Yinshe found me, handed me the relics, and said that everything was over. I asked a lot of questions at the time, but they couldn't answer. Then At that time, I also had a conflict with them because of my impulse - looking back now, they really didn't know much and it was me who forced them to do something difficult. I guess their boss Jiu Ye must know a lot, but she won't tell her. Even if Whatever information she had in hand, given her ability and financial resources, she did not continue to make profits, so the value of the remaining information can be imagined. Unexpectedly..."
"You didn't expect it to be in my hands?" Tang Zhen raised the corner of his mouth dryly, "Unfortunately, the ones I have left are only copies, which are equivalent to 'souvenirs' and do not have much value. I have also negotiated with Master Jiu. , she didn’t say much. As your father’s apprentice, Boss Yin is like another daughter, and she is naturally full of regrets about his death. With the only information in her hand, she claimed that she did not intend to gain profits - or maybe The money those things can bring is not even comparable to her current business. However, we all guess that there is still a lot of information in the hands of other researchers. But now...it is difficult to gather it together."
After saying that, Tang Yu's eyes still fell on Mo Weiming, and his eyes kept moving with him. Mo Weiming's eyes were a little empty and a little sad. He paced unconsciously in the small room, like a caged animal.
"Mr. Mo, maybe..."
Mo Weiming stopped and looked up at him.
"Do you believe in the existence of souls?"
