Are You Sure? The Doctor's Choice

The Doctor said that he had been copied too.

The expression on his face when he saw Ying Gou before him made him think of a terrifying possibility: he himself had been copied, and this Ying Gou was likely the creation of his copy.

If that was true, then the other Doctor also possessed the ability to resurrect aliens.

If that alien was controlled by Xu Qiuyan's mother and the others—or rather, if he was one of them from the start—then a Doctor who did not obey them very well would have little reason to continue existing.

I could see the Doctor's panic as well.

"What do I do? What do I do? If I really have been copied, and that other me is in their hands, then I'm dispensable to them. I've never really listened to them, so they'll definitely find a way to kill me."

The Doctor was a smart man, not some bookish fool.

He saw things clearly.

I patted his shoulder. It was his habitual gesture; ever since I had known him, he had patted my shoulder countless times.

"Have you figured out how to deal with it?" I asked.

He shook his head. The old guy said from the side, "They definitely need an obedient Doctor more. Of course, even if you wanted to obey them now, they probably wouldn't want you anymore."

I glanced at the old guy. He was just trying to scare him. Although the Doctor was not very obedient, with his abilities, they would still accept him if he was willing to submit.

After all, they would never think there were too many people with such abilities.

And the Alien Return Plan was a massive undertaking.

"Can you help me?" the Doctor asked.

He truly needed help right now.

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