Institute diary

I took a deep breath, the strong disinfectant made the air sticky and damp.

"Are there no 'newcomers' entering the venue today?" I put on my mask and asked the window cleaning staff next to me.

"Well... there is one, delivered last night, it is said to be infected and HIV patients.

"In ward 071."

I frowned, feeling really troubled. HIV is still an infectious disease without an answer, and it seems that even the bottleneck of breakthrough has not been found yet.

In the words of those professionals, it is "working hard."

But as a doctor, even so, he still had to do his best.

I wander the corridors.

On both sides of the corridor are numbered wards. Through the narrow gaps, many patients infected with the virus and possibly other additional diseases can be seen.

Many times they squeezed their heads in front of the transparent glass, sometimes beating it in grief and anger, probably to let the doctor take a look at them, and then be rescued by doctors with moral values.

I don't really care, this simple and brutal way of "calling for help" is completely immune to senior doctors.

I came to the ward marked "071" familiarly, and pushed open the white door with my palm stretched.

The patient leaned lazily against the head of the bed, with his back facing me.Sure enough—many patients who have just come in will do this posture—in order to relieve their inner pressure.

I pressed the ballpoint pen, "Newcomer, please fill out the personal information form yourself, and then follow me to check your condition."

"Cough, cough cough." The lazy man on the bed coughed, his shoulders trembled because of it.

"Please cooperate." I said walking towards him.However, the first time I saw him, I couldn't help but widen my eyes—for no reason.Although the watch in my hand was wrinkled, I was not angry.

I am absolutely not mad.

-- "What are you doing here!"

"I'm a patient, doctor," he spread his hands and shrugged helplessly, "I can't help it." He replied indifferently, but his eyes were like suckers of soft tissue creatures sucking me tightly.

"Your brain...cough, I came here for revenge?"

"What revenge, don't talk nonsense." He rubbed the floor and moved, getting closer and closer to me, and even wanted to reach out and pat my shoulder.

But it looks more like a need for a hug in my eyes.

I hastily waved my hand to stop him: "Xu Qi! Don't forget what you are now, hey...don't hug your shoulders...don't dare to touch the doctor again...do you listen to people's words...damn it, I will send you to the surgery today Taiwan... hello!"

"Um--"

Xu Qi snorted, the deep amber in his eyes tended to change color in the shadow of his body.He held me in a semicircle with his long arms outstretched and forced me to back up - until I was against a wall behind me.

"That's right, after all, you're so good at it now, much better than me. It's not like me, tied up by my parents to this hellish place. I feel seriously disgusted."

The man's warm breath sprayed on my face, with a very light mint fragrance, but more of it was still a sticky disinfectant.

"...Get on the bed and check!" I pressed his irritating head.

The voice of mocking laughter suddenly came from the head in his hands uncontrollably, like a mockery of me.

I suppressed violent thoughts, but reached out and grabbed his hair.

----

"Doctor Fu, when will today's experiment start?" Li Na held a fragile teacup and put two fat seas in it.

I was busy recording yesterday's patient's personal information, and asked casually, "Where is the patient with the third experiment?"

"Oh... she is from Room 069, and her name is Zheng Yiran."

"It's her."

"Okay. But..." Li Na looked at me at work and hesitated to speak.

I understandably put down the pen and looked at her.

Li Na quickly explained: "Zheng Yiran has tried it three times, and she may be a failure. Doctor Fu doesn't need to pay too much attention to her."''

"Then it's up to you, what do you think should be done?" I probably knew what she was going to say next.

Li Na shook the fat sea floating in the teacup for me, and said softly, "Dr. Fu, just 'give up' her."

Her shiny black waves reminded me of Xu Qi's amber color by accident.

"Give up...?"

"correct."