Once you have a direction, things become easier.
Even so, Prison Doctor still complained, "I should learn mechanical maintenance."
Faced with Prison Doctor's complaints, the negotiator smiled and said, "Haha, what a good idea."
After chatting, the two separated.
Prison Doctor plans to follow the advice of the negotiation expert and go to the slums.
But before going to the slums, Prison Doctor had to go to see the director of the Luofu General Administration Bureau.
This is what the other party requested.
Prison Doctor will not refuse the other party's request.
Soon, under the leadership of the service-oriented intelligent robot, Prison Doctor met the chief of the Luofu District Police Station.
The other person looked like he was getting old.
Just when Prison Doctor wanted to thank the other party for giving him citizenship, he smelled the smell of Lesion.
And the director also said straight to the point, "I am one of the first recipients of the gene Experiment."
"At that time, the genes of us Experiment subjects were incomplete."
His voice doesn't sound as old as he looks.
On the contrary, it feels full of energy.
However, Prison Doctor can feel that the opponent's vitality is like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.
Obviously, the other party has installed a lot of mechanical organs in his body.
Since it is a mechanical organ, organ diseases are almost impossible.
Thinking of this, Prison Doctor asked softly, "I am just a doctor. The incompleteness of genes is not something I can solve."
Since the other party wanted him to come here, it was obviously to solve its own problems.
The director shook his head slightly. He did not rush to explain, but told Prison Doctor a story.
"When this world was still in chaos, a powerful god Advent was here."
"He created the whole world and then made the rules for it."
"When the world was fully formed, the god built an assembly line."
"The first batch of lives in this world were all born on that assembly line."
"After doing all this, the god disappeared."
"Some say the supreme god simply fell into a deep sleep."
"Some people say that He just left here and left the world He created."
"Some people say that He has integrated into the world and watched the development of the world as a normal person."
Having said this, the director smiled at Prison Doctor.
Dense folds appeared on his face.
"Do you know why I'm telling you this story?"
Prison Doctor shook his head slightly and said, "I have no memory of this."
The director slowly stood up.
Following his movements, a faint sound of mechanical transmission sounded.
He quickly came to Prison Doctor and looked at him with a strange look.
"Because I heard that the god also created some powerful beings before creating humans."
Prison Doctor was silent for a moment, then nodded softly and said, "So you suspect that I was created by that god, right?"
However, the director only shook his head lightly.
He did not answer the question, but looked at Prison Doctor with a smile and said, "My disease is caused by a genetic defect."
"Actually, as long as I am willing, I can make up for the defects by modifying genes."
"But I don't want to do that."
"I am a remnant of the old era who has survived to this day."
"This big ship of the new era cannot carry us remnants of the old era."
"For remnants like us, the best outcome is to die with dignity."
"However, due to genetic defects, the body will collapse the moment our life span comes to an end."
This time, Prison Doctor understood what the other party said.
And he also noticed the word 'we'.
Prison Doctor took a deep breath, then slowly squatted down until he was level with the other party, and then he said, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
The director smiled and nodded, "I hope that with your medical skills, I can die with dignity."
Prison Doctor shook his head slightly and said, "I am a doctor, and my job is to cure diseases, not to take other people's lives."
At this time, the director smiled and said, "Heart disease is also a kind of disease."
"A psychiatrist is also a doctor."
"Physical diseases will cause the patient physical pain, and psychological diseases will cause the patient soul pain."
"Isn't it your doctor's job to resolve the pain of patients, whether of body or soul?"
At this moment, Prison Doctor was silent.
The director did not mean to urge the other party, but continued, "Our group of people are not like those new humans with perfect genes."
"Almost all the people of my time have been buried."
"For the development of the times, we voluntarily became Experiment products of the gene Experiment."
"Now that the times have developed, it's time for us to die too."
"To be honest, I don't want to take these mechanical bodies into the crematorium."
"In that case, my ashes will be mixed with dissolved metal residue."
"I would be very sorry to do this."
Warden, who watched the whole process from God's perspective, asked, "Is this the disease you are talking about?"
Doctor shook his head and said calmly, "This is his own choice."
"He is indeed suffering from some diseases, and Prison Doctor has the ability to cure him."
"As for him saying it was caused by a genetic defect, that's just a lie."
Warden groaned and said, "So, the current situation is no longer under your control?"
Doctor did not answer this question, but looked at his own Teacher and said in a deep voice, "So, can psychological illness be regarded as an illness?"
Warden has been thinking about this question for a long time.
Prison Doctor also thought about it for a long time.
Finally, Warden sighed, "Maybe."
"Just like the director said, this mental illness has caused him trouble and made him feel painful."
"I can understand his thinking."
"It's just that I'm not as lucky as him."
When he said the last sentence, Warden's tone became sad.
After Prison Doctor thought for a long time, he nodded slightly towards the director.
"Sir, you are right."
"Resolving patients' pain is also one of the doctors' jobs."
Hearing Prison Doctor's answer, the director smiled happily.
He returned to his desk, took out his already written resignation letter from the drawer and placed it on the table.
He reached out his hand and gently smoothed the non-existent wrinkles on the document.
After a long time, he picked up his official seal and stamped a bright red seal on his resignation document.