Chapter 977: Chapter 24: Physicians Cannot Heal Themselves (6)
“Once, I had a custor with a terrible temper who, after getting a cyborg modification, said it didn’t et his expectations and wanted to buy my hands and feet. That ti, it was Miss Seviss who helped out of trouble,” Father Grey reminisced about the past, “and that was also my chance to join the Church. Since I beca a priest, no mobster dares to ss with anymore.”
“I rember you were pinned down in a trash can and beaten severely, like a child crying,” Seviss snickered.
“And you were wearing jeans and a cowboy hat, just a red and blue striped bikini and a small jacket on your upper body, sexy enough to drive young n crazy,” the priest said cheerfully. “At the ti, I was beaten black and blue, couldn’t see clearly, and only saw a dazzling chest and a fiery belly. I thought, could it be that the Supre God sent an angel to take ? With such a stunning figure, life in Heaven must be wonderful!”
Gongsun Ce couldn’t help but tease, “Who knew soone as gentlemanly as Mr. Grey could have such a hot-blooded mont.”
“Which man hasn’t been so chard by a pretty girl that he loses his way? If you don’t act foolishly, then you’re not a man!” Father Grey was carefree. “Later, when I converted to the Supre God, I no longer acted foolishly…but I still have to say, if I were ten years younger, I would persistently chase after her, even if scolded badly. I’d regret not pursuing such a pretty and capable girl for the rest of my life.”
“See, that’s the charm that works on both n and won.” Seviss crossed her legs triumphantly and pointed her thumb at herself, “Even elderly n in their fifties can’t help but be captivated by , their eyes shining.”
“Yes, yes, it’s a sha you’re not a superstar, beautiful lady.”
Gongsun Ce replied cryptically, thinking, is the priest really infatuated with your charm? It’s more likely that the old man is reminiscing about the last traces of his youth at the sight of you. What he misses isn’t the bikini and hot body, but his younger self who still had ti and a fiery heart.
While the three were chatting, Zhenfan appeared less aloof than usual, her gaze several tis passing over Father Grey’s injured leg. Gongsun Ce noticed this, and with a spark of thought, took the initiative to start a new topic, “Speaking of which, Sister Zhenfan, you’re also a professional doctor, is cyborg technology used in the industry for treatnt now?”
“Yes,” Zhenfan said, “Since the establishnt of the city of the Azure Skies, the developnt of biotechnology has advanced rapidly, and dical prosthetics have beco widespread globally, with even ordinary people receiving technological support.”
“This is one of the few good news brought by the giant dragon phenonon,” Father Grey smiled, “Unfortunately, it’s unrelated to .”
Zhenfan frowned, “I understand the professional ethics of this field, but I can help you in another way. My abilities excel in healing ailnts.”
“Thank you, kind lady. But there’s no need, I’m fine as I am,” Father Grey said, unmoved.
“This isn’t cyborg technology,” Zhenfan emphasized.
“The key isn’t what technology is used but whether there’s a treatnt,” Father Grey said gently. “I’m sowhat notable in this field, and I need to set an example for my peers. My leg is a reminder to myself and advice for everyone else. When other doctors have bad thoughts, they’ll think of Father Grey’s leg, which is still untreated, and they’ll reconsider and think calmly.
But once my leg is healed, so young people will take the opportunity to find excuses to convince themselves, and those radical doctors will exploit it as promotional material. Then what about the principles I’ve adhered to?”
Zhenfan lightly scratched her palm with her fingernail, suppressing her irritation with the pain.
“…I can’t understand why you are so passionate about your profession,” she said after a mont’s silence. “Being a doctor once made you a target for the underworld, and has placed so many restrictions on you. People in this era even have to consider ‘attitude’, they always find excuses to attack…I can’t see any necessity in persisting in this industry.”
Zhenfan spoke at length, her words tinged with a bitterness that surprised even herself. It was only then that she realized how much negative emotion she’d accumulated, towards her career planning, towards those damned doctors and biotechnology.
Father Grey regarded her with the unique tolerance of an elder.
“You’re right, anything related to biochemical research and dicine is utterly miserable. As long as you’re part of it, you’ll suffer more grievances every day you work.
When I was young, I thought this industry was terrible and quit. I had enough money to live freely for a lifeti, I wanted to heal my bad leg and then find a beautiful guide to travel the United States with, living a life as cool as those in movies.
But on the day I packed my bags ready to leave, a traffic accident occurred in this neighborhood, a young man’s arm needed amputation. If I didn’t help, he would have been sent to a public hospital, and likely tricked by an unscrupulous doctor into buying an impractical prosthetic, then spend his life paying off the resultant enormous debt.”
Father Grey opened another can of cola, washing down the past with the fizzy drink, “So I had to help him. What does a broke college student know about industry secrets, if I didn’t help him, no one would…after doing all this, I thought, what would be the outco of this car accident if I left a day earlier? There are so many poor people, patients, good people, and oblivious people in this street, in this city. They all need dical treatnt, they need prosthetics, but in the industry of cyborg technology and biochemical experints, conscience is rarer than the funding of experints. Can I trust those people with patients? Trust those with only crazed ideas and money in their eyes?
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