Artificial Wizard Growth Log

The black-haired sentry raised his body subconsciously and leaned forward a little.

There was abnormally no one in the monitoring room, but Pang Jiuzhou didn't take his guard lightly. He just scanned through the crack of the door before entering, and he saw no fewer than five cameras.

Speaking of the number of cameras... it's a bit abnormal. It's not like a place with a vault that needs multi-angle surveillance. This is just an ordinary hospital.

The sentinel hiding in a blind spot tried to adjust the focus of his eyeballs, but even if he could see things thousands of miles away, as long as he didn't know how to see through, he couldn't see through the obstacles.

Tsk, that table corner is really in the way.

I have to go out a little more.

Holding his breath, he listened carefully to the very subtle sound of the five cameras changing their angles of view, and calculated the time for surveillance.

There are three seconds, two seconds, one second.

coming!

Pang Jiuzhou seized the opportunity to poke his head out from behind the corner of the table, and first glanced at the several monitoring light screens floating on the operating table.

Of the three juxtaposed light screens, only the last light screen was active.

Several doctors in white coats formed a group, and the person he was looking for was lying unconscious on the operating table in the middle.

The pale skin on the back of the neck is set against the bright red texture, and the color contrast is extremely glaring.

If he could not still see the pulsating arteries exposed at the edge of the incision, he would have wondered if the little boy he knew had turned into a dead boy now.

In the next second, he immediately retracted to the corner of the table, and a camera just brushed his hair and scanned the area where his upper body was just now.

It's impossible to get a picture of him!

Anyway, his latent score is No.1.

Oh, it's No.2 now, and No.1 is the guy lying on the operating table.

Recalling the fact that Xia Zuo took away the first place in the four practical classes, Pang Jiuzhou snorted softly, then put down these distracting thoughts, and began to think about what the situation is now.

Judging from the words of the guide girl at the front desk, Xia Zuo's operation was recorded according to the procedure, and there was nothing illegal about it.

Judging from the atmosphere in the operating room, the operation was not going well, otherwise the doctors would not be helpless.

And who is that person who is still answering the communication in the operating room?Even if he is not a doctor, he knows that this kind of behavior is against work requirements and professional ethics, okay?

He recalled the wretched-looking middle-aged and elderly man who appeared on the light screen in front of the communication doctor, and for some reason he found that person's appearance disgusting.

The sound effect of the radio equipment installed in the operating room was particularly good. Pang Jiuzhou, who had been waiting for the next free time, huddled behind the desk, and sighed sadly when he heard the doctor who answered the communication hang up the video.

"It's really not worthwhile to use the three generations of manipulators on such a failed thing."

Pang Kyushu narrowed his eyes.

What does something that fails mean?

Or, who?

There are also three generations of manipulators, this name sounds familiar, he must have heard it somewhere, not recently, it should be a few years ago.

While he was thinking hard, the person in charge began to call the doctor who performed the surgery to give Xia Zuo another injection of anesthetic. Seeing that the slightly fluctuating brain waves had returned to an unconscious calm state, the person in charge wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

"Although I can't awaken it, the drug resistance is very good. If I have the opportunity to really want to study it, even if it is a failure, it will allow me to make greater progress in the research of guide genes."

Pang Kyushu who eavesdropped: "..."

Why does it sound more and more like an illegal experiment is going on, is there really no problem with this operation?

When the second monitoring time came, he poked his head out to look at the big screen again. The picture displayed on it was the same as before. The doctor who answered the communication seemed to be in the lead. He ordered the others to watch carefully and then took off his gloves, unlocked and closed operating room door.

He's coming out!

Realizing this, Pang Jiuzhou immediately went back the same way, hid behind the door of the monitoring room and watched the leading doctor leave in a hurry before returning to the corridor outside the operating room.

While asking himself over and over in his heart what he was doing, he called out the light screen.

He remembered that the words "three generations of manipulators" seemed to have been mentioned by a brother involved in black market smuggling a few years ago.

He dug out the address book a few times and sent a communication request. A few seconds later, the thief who stole Li Chaoge's suitcase, which can be said to have contributed to the first meeting between him and Xia Zuo, appeared in the video and happily greeted Pang Kyushu. He gave a nondescript military salute.

"Boss! Long time no see! What's the matter?"

"Ah, Allen, let me inquire. Have you heard of the third generation of manipulators?"

"Three generations of manipulators? This is a good thing to make money? Boss, why are you asking this? Have you seen it?"

Before Pang Jiuzhou could speak, the gangster yelled loudly, "Boss, if you send it here quickly, it's useless for you to hold it anyway. Recently, the turnover of funds is not working well. I don't know who is picking trouble in the black market. It’s been a long time since I received a large sum of money.”

"I don't have one now," Pang Jiuzhou gave a vague answer, and then asked, "Do you know what this thing is for?"

"What are you doing?" The gangster spread his hands, "Boss, you can tell just by looking at the name. Manipulators are specially used to manipulate people. This is still an antique. When the awakened people did not make up the majority of the population 200 years ago, ordinary People use nerve connection terminals. At that time, it was a war for the rights of guides. Some people modified the nerve terminals and manipulated a large number of ordinary people to commit suicide attacks. It wasn't mentioned in the textbook."

After talking for a long time, the gangster breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "However, this thing is also effective for ordinary people who have not awakened. After awakening, both sentries and guides have the spiritual field to protect the nerve center. Now ordinary people are just like that. A few are basically useless. Those who pay a lot of money to buy manipulators are nervous weapon collectors. The third generation is the most expensive and the most powerful. It is said that Sentinel guides with a particularly low volume in the spiritual field are likely to make their way. "

Pang Kyushu frowned after listening to the gangster's explanation.

The situation is clear, no matter what, it is impossible to use such harmful things for the good of the bad guy.

The little boy's personal ability is really good. Could it be that someone wants to manipulate him into committing a suicide attack on campus?

After thinking for a few seconds, he rejected this unreliable idea. Although he was proud and conceited, Pang Jiuzhou knew that there were still a few people who were better than him in this school.

Take Teacher An as an example, he has not yet found out who he is as a strategy teacher.

This little boy is only a little weaker than him, and he can win over most of the people in the school, but it is absolutely impossible to endanger the safety of the school.

Doubts arose in his heart. He heard the footsteps of the leading doctor coming from the corner. After thinking for a second, he did not hide, but went up to him.

The lead doctor was surprised to see him.

"Mr. Pang, why are you here?"

know?

Unexpectedly unfolded, Pang Jiuzhou looked at this person a few times, and then remembered the chief person in charge of the infirmary.

The only time he came to the infirmary, this person was quite concerned about him and asked him how he was.

The person in charge held a small box in his hand, which was covered with a transparent plastic film in the middle, exposing the machine the size of a grain of rice inside. Pang Kyushu seemed to glance at it casually, and said hello, "Hey, the person in charge is really hard."

"Everywhere, it's all busy work. What's the matter with Mr. Pang? Are you injured?"

"No," the sentinel paused for a moment, "I'm here to find someone."

"Oh," the person in charge thought of something else, "Which of our guides is so lucky that Mr. Pang likes..."

"Xia Zuo."

"what?"

"I inquired. Mr. Xia Zuo is here for surgery, right? I made an appointment with him to fight, but he never came. It's really troublesome."

principal:"……"

You are playing with me.

This kind of reason, this kind of reason, this kind of reason... seems to be quite reliable, right?

Occasionally, the person in charge who visits the forum thinks of the posts he has read, and feels that it is really natural for this kind of thing to happen.

One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and a school cannot accommodate two violent elements. Sooner or later, Pang Jiuzhou and Xia Zuo will fight, everyone believes so.

"He's in the third operating room, right? I just found out that he dared to let me go. It's unforgivable. I really want to see what kind of surgery he performed...Mr. Manager, you seem to be very hot?"

The person in charge wiped off a layer of sweat from his forehead, and smiled reluctantly: "No, hahahaha I'm not hot, the air conditioner may have been turned up a bit, I'll go..."

"Oh, where is the person in charge going?"

"...the third operating room."

"It's just right, on the way." Pang Jiuzhou raised his eyebrows, and wrapped his arms around the neck of the person in charge, causing the person in charge to stagger.

He smiled brightly, "Let's go together, sir."

The sentinel dragged the person in charge directly into the operating room.

Several other doctors in the operating room almost fainted, but Pang Jiuzhou was the leader of the National Defense Military University in the capital, and even they dared not say anything.

"It's okay, continue."

After all, Pang Jiuzhou didn't know what they were going to do.

Even though he comforted himself, accidents still occurred frequently during the whole operation, and soon the attention of several doctors was concentrated on the operation, and no one cared what Pang Jiuzhou was doing.

"Rejection! Prepare for blood transfusion!"

"Do it again, cut the muscle layer on the right side!"

"The rejection reaction is gone!"

"Continue! Get the nerve terminal!"

The operation lasted for another two hours. When the assistant doctor sprayed the healing spray on the sutured wound and saw that there was only a light scarlet line left in the wound, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

It's been a long time since there has been such chaos.

The person in charge tore off the mask, suddenly remembered Pang Jiuzhou who had been thrown aside by him, and hurried back to look for it.

"What about people?"

Pang Kyushu is no longer in the operating room.

He walked out of the hospital gate, his hands out of his trouser pockets.

On the palm of the hand, the person who reflected the artificial starlight was the third generation of the manipulator.

Just now he secretly exchanged the third-generation manipulator with the discarded regular nerve terminal. The doctors were immersed in the operation, but they didn't notice his behavior.

The sentinel looked depressed.

During the operation just now, his mental domain received unknown information.

【you are here? 】

【Then I am safe. 】

Just when he received the second message, the doctors shouted that the rejection had disappeared.

"I didn't want to protect you," he sighed while holding his forehead, "Little boy, this time you owe me a lot of favors."