Four men and three women, a total of seven secret service agents.
They were sitting on chairs, waiting anxiously and patiently for someone to arrive.
They knew each other, but at the moment they had no intention of communicating.
Some people looked nervous and grabbed the air repeatedly, seeming to be training their forearm strength to divert attention.
Some people look at their noses and minds with their eyes, just like an old monk who has entered concentration.
Some people were sweating profusely on their foreheads, and their uniforms were soaked with hot sweat.
Some people pretend to be calm, but their eyes move around, inadvertently revealing their inner anxiety.
These seven special agents attach great importance to the boss who is about to come for guidance.
Although the outward appearance is different, the mood is surprisingly the same.
Tuk, Tuk, Tuk...
Steady footsteps sounded outside.
At first, all seven people thought it was an hallucination caused by their excessive nervousness.
The sound of footsteps gradually became clearer, from far to near.
Close...
Closer!
The door was pushed open silently, and a slightly thin young man in a white coat slowly walked inside.
This person has picturesque eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, handsome facial features, and a clean and fresh temperament.
There is an identity plate hanging on his chest, which reads [Yan Anqing, leader of the 13th team of Yaoguang Branch, number 19s0a25]
The seven people stood up with a roar.
They were so reserved that they didn't know where to put their hands.
In fact, no identity plate is needed, and all seven people present can recognize each other's identity.
"Yan Shen!" The youngest member of the seven-person special service team blurted out, unable to restrain his inner excitement and excitement.
"Hello."
Yan Anqing nodded towards him, and his eyes immediately fell on the other members, "Although this is our first meeting, I have read all your information."
Special Service Team 13, including myself, the undeserving team leader, has a total of 8 members, most of whom have been arranged by their families through various connections, and are down-to-earth, with only one or two big cats and kittens.
But on the bright side, these people are all mentally well-developed and know what level of background, strength and position they have, and how they should behave when facing different people.
Guys who have too low emotional intelligence and think they are the boss and second best will generally not be able to get a job in the 17th subject.
According to Yan Anqing's observations over the past few months, it seems that Xie Zhe is the only exception.
In fact, with his current popularity, it is impossible to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger.
There was no incident of pretending to be slapped in the face.
In front of Yan Anqing, these special agents were very honest and well-behaved, like mice seeing a wild cat, not daring to act recklessly.
"You, you, you..."
Yan Anqing held a stack of information in his hand, scanned it briefly, and clicked on six people.
The eyes of the men and women on the special service who were called brightened up.
The person who was ignored was a middle-aged man.
The expression on his face became much darker in an instant.
"You guys, sit down."
After giving these instructions, Yan Anqing focused his attention on the middle-aged man: "The dreamer."
"Symptoms vary in severity. It may be that... you have been idle for too long? Do you need me to arrange something for you to do?"
"In my opinion, except for Jia Yuanliang, everyone else's symptoms can be adjusted by themselves."
After finishing speaking, Yan Anqing waved to the standing middle-aged man.
Jia Yuanliang, member of the 13th team of Yaoguang Branch.
This person's food intake in the past half month has tripled as much as before, and he has also taken the initiative to increase his training volume, as if he will not give up until he toils himself to death.
This is purely a matter of being in trouble with yourself.
If he hadn't seen this person's resume, Yan Anqing would have suspected that there was a strong self-destructive tendency in his genes.
"Tell me, what do you think?"
Hearing Yan Anqing's words, a look of sadness appeared on the middle-aged man's face, which was as sharp as an axe.
He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and then managed to adjust his emotions.
"My mother... is dying."
"Ever since she was little, she has sacrificed a lot for me."
"No matter what, you must try as much as possible!"
"I must become a person with silver eyes!"
As he spoke, the tall man's eyes turned red and his voice became choked with sobs.
Yan Anqing nodded noncommittally.
He specifically found out the other party's information and read it in detail.
Jia Yuanliang's father died young, and his mother raised him alone.
As a single mother, life is difficult. Along the way, I don’t know how much hardship I have suffered and how tired I have been.
Years of hard work had completely broken her body.
As she got older, various diseases swarmed in and eroded her health.
Jia Yuanliang's mother's vitality is like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time. However, due to the symptoms of liver and kidney failure, many medicines cannot be used.
Although there is a saying that "severe cases require strong medicine," this does not apply to patients who are exhausted.
Current medical treatments can only barely delay the progression of the disease.
The attending doctor concluded that Jia Yuanliang's mother only had one or two months to live...
Should we watch her lingering in pain on the hospital bed, or should we inject chemicals and euthanize her?
As a son, Jia Yuanliang cannot make a choice.
Now every day, he lives in inner pain and suffering.
In Jia Yuanliang's view, the only hope to restore his mother's health is to use infinite cells.
Recently, Dr. Qu Li and Dr. Jiang Xinyue have been studying the project of allogeneic implantation of non-polar cells, but they have been unable to solve the occasional rejection reaction.
What's more, as the most precious rare research material, countless people are eagerly hoping that the benefits will fall on them. There are countless competitors. Why should they be used on Jia Yuanliang's mother?
He and his mother are not competitive enough in this regard.
Others become silver-eyed people just to satisfy their own delusions and look forward to a more colorful life.
But for Jia Yuanliang, becoming a silver-eyed person is a necessity!
If the infinite cells in his body are transplanted to the mother, will it be OK?
Moreover, the rejection reaction between parents and children should be reduced a lot!
Bone marrow hematopoietic stem cell transplantation, liver, kidney transplantation...
Although Jia Yuanliang didn't understand these very well, he thought that there should be similarities but similar approaches.
"If you can become a person with silver eyes by eating too much and mutilating yourself, will there be such a thing as a dreamer?"
Yan Anqing scolded: "You have ruined yourself like this. What should your mother do? Who will take care of her?"
The high-spirited and burly man was scolded for a few words. All the cold and hard disguises these days were shattered, and tears flowed out.
Jia Yuanliang cried like a child: "But, I have no choice..."
After breaking through the opponent's spiritual defense, Yan Anqing's voice suddenly became hoarse and deeper.
"Your name, Jia Yuanliang."
"Yao Guang Section, staff member of Special Service Group 13."
"You are a filial son."
The middle-aged man wiped his tears and nodded.
"You feel that you have failed your mother's expectations."
"You failed to get ahead and let her enjoy her old age and enjoy family happiness."
"You want to make it up to her."
The expression on Jia Yuanliang's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes began to become hollow and lifeless.
"Yes."
"You think that if you become a person with silver pupils, you can transplant your own infinite cells to your mother."
"Like bone marrow donation, liver and kidney transplant."
"The matching success rate is higher between relatives who are connected by blood."
Jia Yuanliang's eyes gradually dimmed, his expression was blank, and his voice was ethereal, as if it was a mechanical synthesis, and he seemed to be whispering to himself: "That's right."
When the young man who called himself Yan Shen before saw this, he couldn't help but let out a low sigh: "Holding grass... hypnosis? It's amazing!"
The other six secret service officers present couldn't help but hold their breath and looked at each other in confusion.
Yan Anqing is one of the most popular and popular star scientists in Mojuke recently.
But no one has heard that he also knows hypnosis...
