[BL, MTL] The Future Of A Full-Time Doctor

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The wreckage of the spacecraft is burning, and the temperature of the power center is getting higher and higher. Even in the studio, it feels very hot. Although the oxygen system is still running, it is obviously too much, and the air around it is getting thinner and thinner.

I'm afraid this kind of large spaceship can't last an hour or two if it's destroyed like this. Jin Zhe lost too much blood and was dizzy, but he didn't dare to rest for too long. When the analgesic took effect and the bone pain was slightly relieved, he said, "Help me up."

Mu wanted to say something and stopped. As a doctor, he couldn't let a seriously injured person get out of bed at such a time, but as a guide, he couldn't disobey the order of the superpower. He hesitated for a moment and pushed him up with Jin Zhe's back.

Jin Zhe felt dizzy again. He held Mu's hand and sat on the edge of the bed silently. Suddenly, he frowned: "What's wrong with your hand? Hurt?"

"A little scratch." Mu opened his palm, and a shallow wound crossed his palm, which was scratched by the turbine blade before. He was probably too nervous to feel pain.

He doesn't hurt, but Jin Jue is going to die in pain, which is more painful than his broken arm - his arm is gone and can be equipped with a robotic arm. He is still his president. Mu is a surgeon. His hands are extremely noble and irreplaceable. Even a little damage may affect his career. He said urgently, "Hurry up and deal with it. What can I do with the scar? Do it? It will affect the surgery in the future..."

"It doesn't matter. The wound is not deep, and the scar will not be very serious." Mu has already thought about it, but there is nothing to regret. He has exposed his identity as a guide. It is impossible to work outside in the future, and there should not be many opportunities to take the scalpel. There are always choices in life. In the face of fate, there is nothing we can do about it.

Jin Jhe felt the fluctuation of his consciousness, and instantly understood his thoughts. He held his hand and was silent for a moment. Mu smiled slightly and comforted him in turn: "The Federation is in a time of crisis. There is not much difference between one more doctor and one less doctor. One more president and one less president is very important. Everything I have tried to do is ultimately to make the guide more free and the federation more stable. We will go the same way. In the future... we will be one in the future. There is no need to regret these small sections.

When it came to "one", his face turned slightly red, but soon returned to normal. Jin Zhe looked at his honest black eyes and felt deeply that he had really picked up a huge treasure in his life. Not to mention waiting for 35 years, even if he waited for death, it was worth it.

There is no need to say some words. As long as you persist, it is enough to let the other party see your actions. At the same time, the ideals of the two people were pressed on his shoulders, but Jin Juo did not feel heavy. Instead, he was full of endless power. He took a deep breath and stood on the ground with Mu's arm.

Without an arm, his body was already a little unbalanced. What's more, the acceleration of gravity here had dropped seven, seven, eight, eight, and walked twice in the cabin with Mu's hand, barely adapting to it, but the bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead fell down, which was obviously extremely hard.

Mu wiped his sweat. He stretched out his neck and obediently let him wipe it. After wiping, he sighed self-deprecatingly: "I'm old."

It's difficult for even a young superpower to recover so quickly with a broken hand, right? Mutou was amazed by the beast-like resilience of His Excellency the President, and he couldn't help but be amazed when he said this. Jin Zhe slanted his eyes and vaguely saw the red mole in the center of his collarbone at his neck, but he turned around and said, "But the old man is getting stronger."