Abnormal Human Research Center

Director Zhou had a terrible headache. After a long while, he took a couple of sips of tea and sighed, "It's a good thing that young people have ideals..."

"However, studying abroad involves complicated procedures such as language exams, guardianship registration, and security checks. We can't rely on enthusiasm alone."

Director Zhou got up and went to his desk. After rummaging through the drawers for a while, he pulled out a blank form.

He then wrote down the "Preliminary Study Plan for Japan Students Studying in China" and casually stamped it with the internal seal of the Overseas Talent Office.

"Okay, first get all these materials ready, then write a 5,000-word study plan, focusing on why you're neglecting your own training center and insisting on coming here to learn pig slaughtering."

Saeko Busujima took the form, glanced at it, and nodded seriously. "I'll fill it out when I get back. Can I hand it in to my master tomorrow?"

Sing Sing's smile froze.

This girl doesn't seem to mind the trouble?

Even five thousand words couldn't scare them away!

Could it be that she's already making studying in China a serious part of her life plan?

"Tomorrow won't work. My injury has recently flared up, and I need to undergo closed treatment for at least three months, and possibly as long as three to five years. By the time I come out, my hair might be completely white."

Yukio put the paper cup back on the coffee table and bluntly said, "You just said you were going to chase after A Le's black card."

"Hey young comrade, how can you have no sense of responsibility at all? Recovering embezzled funds is like working while injured; are they the same thing?"

Sing Sing activated the two temporary visitor ID cards and handed them to them respectively.

"The logistics and guesthouse have hot water and heating, and authentic braised pork. You two should settle in first. We can discuss the study abroad matter after my critical illness notice is revoked."

Before Saeko Busujima could speak again, Yukio, realizing he was about to back out, pulled the girl to her feet.

"Okay, let's go first. Once Saeko's application goes through the formal process, hiding in the ward won't help."

Before leaving, Saeko Busujima turned back and said, "Master, remember to take your medicine on time. I'll come see you again later."

After closing the door, Sing Sing stood there for a while, waving goodbye, before picking up the phone and calling the security guard's office.

"Notify the Medical Zone that visits are now prohibited, especially to female high school students carrying knives—even plastic knives count!"

For the next two days, he stayed obediently in the Medical Zone. Between closed treatment and enjoying his retirement, there was Professor Jiang Si between them.

The special medicine was injected layer by layer along the old injury on his side. The residual Death Factors were forced out of the cells by the medicine, causing him to bend the bed railings several times due to the pain.

"Just bear with it, honestly, you're such a grown-up, why are you so afraid of pain? This last bit of stuff is stuck to a nerve, if it's not completely cleaned, it'll make you feel like a folding chair on rainy days."

After Professor Jiang Si finished speaking, he took out another green injection.

Sing Sing frowned, staring at the needle, and questioned, "First, explain the ingredients. Is this medicine, or nuclear waste you extracted from Jiafeite's stomach?"

"Nonsense! This is legitimate scientific research!"

Despite his repeated hesitations, Sing Sing was still struggling when Da Vinci pushed a machine covered in wires into the ward and attached two electrode pads to his lower back.

"Don't move. This is my latest invention, Meridian Microcurrent Therapy Device. It can automatically adjust its power based on the body's response."

The moment the current was switched on, Sing Sing screamed and jumped out of bed, clutching his back, yelling, "Wenxi, why is this machine smoking? Are you trying to electrocute me?!"

Da Vinci calmly explained, "This is normal. Smoke means the machine is working hard. Don't you often see flames when you're at work?"

As he spoke, Da Vinci tapped the casing with a screwdriver, and the electric current traveled along Sing Sing's old injury into his meridians, actually pushing the medicinal power to several previously blocked acupoints.

"Tch, useless trash."

Professor Jiang Si stood to the side with his arms crossed; he had never held out much hope for Da Vinci's inventions.

Nine out of ten inventions are useless. This level of skill doesn't even deserve to be compared to him!

Da Vinci snorted and raised his hand to give Jiang Si the middle finger, "You old geezer, what do you know! Without my inventions, Ah Qi would have died long ago! Can your inventions even improve his strength?"

Just as the two were about to fight, Zhou suddenly noticed that the resistance in his body had disappeared, and then the Inner Qi accumulated in his body circulated on its own, flowing from his waist and abdomen all the way down his spine.

It's even faster than before!

He didn't rush to circulate his energy. Instead, he placed his palms on his dantian and waited for the newborn energy to complete its circulation. His breathing became smoother and smoother, and the fatigue that had accumulated in his muscles and bones for many days was swept away.

Noticing Sing Sing's movements, the two old men also let go of their fighting hands and looked over curiously.

Sing Sing's complexion visibly improved, and Professor Jiang Si glanced at the surrounding instrument data.

"Death Factors cleared, cell activity normalized, and my back saved... alas, what a pity for my mechanical kidney..."

Don't even think about my original parts!

Alarmed, Sing Sing rolled out of bed, raised his hand, and from a few steps away, flicked his finger, causing the steel needles on the tray to leap into his palm.

His meridians, repeatedly washed by the medicinal power and Death Factors, were actually widened a bit.

Now, the Inner Qi circulates faster and more continuously within the body...

I'm going for a walk to refresh my mind.

Before the two could react, Sing Sing slipped through the crack in the door and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Instead of going to his office, he went directly to the Core Zone of the bureau, where Director Zhou went through layers of security checks before proceeding down the stairs.

At the end of the corridor stood a wooden sign that read "Abnormal Human Research Center".

Judging from the name, outsiders might just think this is an internal mental hospital.

Sing Sing, however, knew that dangerous criminals, extraterrestrial criminals, and several special criminals who could not be tried in public were being held underground.

Entrance guard post, security room.

Inside sat an elderly man with a receding hairline, wearing a white tank top and plastic flip-flops, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan while listening to a horse racing program on the radio.

"Sir, what time do you get off work?"

The old man glanced at him. "You little brat, are you asking for trouble again? Everyone knows I'm on duty 24/7! Get lost, just seeing you makes me angry!"

Sing Sing chuckled, slipped through the side door, pulled a cigarette from his pocket and offered it to the old man, saying ingratiatingly, "Oh, don't be angry, we haven't seen each other in so long, you didn't miss it, did you?"

"Come on, let's have a smoke!"

Hearing this, the old man got even angrier. "Don't give me that! I don't want to be associated with your bad luck! Damn it, every time I see you, I'm doomed! Get out of here!"

"Oh dear, calm down... my muscles are so tight, I want to go inside and find some punching bags to loosen up."

The old man took a drag of his cigarette and looked the old man up and down through the smoke.

"What? How about I, this old man, give you a try?"

Sing Sing's eyes lit up, but he quickly calmed down.

Just kidding. Going in by yourself, you can find someone to chat with and practice your skills.

Fight him?

Wouldn't that just be asking for trouble?

The old man gave him a disdainful look, then took a large bunch of keys from his waist and tossed them into his arms.

"Go ahead and train. You haven't been to this new center before. The rules have changed. Don't open the red-card cells, and remember to sign the body donation form before opening the black-card cells."

"Don't blame me for not warning you, kid, get the hell out of here!"