FMLB Chapter 147

Extra Chapter 02

 

Mao Zixie was so excited that he stuttered as he spoke with He Ruge, “W-We won! We really won! The Anlarhos Medical Award!”

 

He had already thought of the headline for the media: “The apprentice surpasses the master—Mo Zhenyong’s grandson Mao Zixie wins the Anlarhos Medical Award,” “The youngest Anlarhos Award winner in history”…

 

Oh, wait, He Ruge seems younger than him. 

 

But now, he didn’t need to worry about these details! 

 

“The second youngest Anlarhos Medical Award winner in history” sounds pretty good too!

 

Mao Zixie was ecstatic, the overwhelming joy in his heart making it impossible for him to maintain his human form. A chubby little medicine-seeking mouse appeared in the study, scampering across the desk cluttered with paper books.

 

He climbed over thick medical books, walked on the manuscripts he had written over the years, his bright little eyes shining. This medicine-seeking mouse walked among the mountains of books, with an air of guiding the world and the lofty aspirations of stirring words.

 

He did it. From childhood to adulthood, he had been following in his grandfather’s footsteps. At this moment, he finally achieved the same feat as his grandfather, becoming a recipient of the Anlarhos Medical Award and gaining the highest honor!

 

Just as Mao Zixie’s sense of accomplishment soared to its peak, a video call interrupted the passion about to erupt.

 

It was from Mao Zhengqi.

 

He was one of the few relatives Mao Zixie had in this world. Despite being from the main branch of the family, this uncle had never communicated with him since attending his grandfather’s funeral years ago.

 

Mao Zixie imagined his uncle, probably furious and refusing to believe he lost to this junior. After going through various complex internal struggles, he finally sent him a communication.

 

It was truly a turn of events— do not underestimate the poor youth!

 

Mao Zixie sat proudly on the mountain of books, deliberately waiting five seconds after the phone rang before leisurely answering. Before he answered, he wondered what his uncle would say to him. 

 

Would he reluctantly praise him? Or would he maintain his posture and lecture him as an elder?

 

All the tumultuous and disorderly thoughts stopped at the first sentence his uncle said: the aged, stubborn medicine-seeking mouse said, “Zixie, I hope when I die, you will be the one to carry my coffin and bury me next to your grandfather’s grave.”

 

“Oh, right, tomorrow is my funeral. After you’ve seen your award ceremony, I… will go find him.”

 

“Tell him that his grandson, who was saved with his life and faith, has achieved the Anlarhos Medical Award with integrity, diligence, and without resorting to any underhanded means.”

 

He Ruge wore a little suit, adjusting his collar in front of the mirror. A pair of pale hands stretched out from behind him, helping He Ruge tie his tie. Even if they were hands that hold a gun, those hands did this meticulous work effortlessly.

 

The distinct joints of his fingers were inserted into the deep blue tie, against the satin-like fabric, and the originally pale skin suddenly showed a hint of understated charm.

 

These hands were like those of a medieval nobleman, but He Ruge knew that the owner of these hands was definitely not a pampered nobleman. 

 

No nobleman would have so many calluses on their hands, and those calluses, when they fell on the skin, always made his whole body tremble effortlessly.

 

Why did he think of so much junk in broad daylight? 

 

It must be because the guy behind him was too energetic.

 

He Ruge didn’t know what was going on recently. Obviously, he had never been as sensitive as he was now.

 

“Go hug Egg.” 

 

He Ruge elbowed the sturdy chest behind him, and Xi Guican affectionately rubbed against He Ruge’s face. He always liked to rub against He Ruge like this, feeling the silky smooth skin, lightly sniffing the faint fragrance from his neck and behind his ears.

 

He Ruge was soft. He looked very thin, but when hugged, he was very soft and comfortable to hold. He had been holding onto this person yesterday, from day to night, the light coming through the curtains’ cracks changing all the time, the young man’s clear and gentle voice becoming hoarse as he heard the other person cry in a fragmented voice.

 

The soft body trembled slightly,and even his toes curled up. He Ruge hugged his neck, whispered softly, constantly saying no, and finally kicked him with his foot, like a rabbit that was forced to bite. He grabbed the trembling young man’s soft foot and forcibly pulled him back.

 

After brushing his sensitivity to over seventy points, Xi Guican finally experienced the pleasure of high sensitivity.

 

After hugging He Ruge, Xi Guican walked towards the lonely Egg.

 

At this moment, Egg was half quiet white and half lively yellow. This dual-colored egg was decently dressed in a suit, with a black little tie on its clothes.

 

Xi Guican felt a twinge of jealousy and tugged at the clothes on Egg’s body. He Ruge had made more than a dozen outfits for Egg, while he only had a pitiful one.

 

However, He Ruge had a legitimate reason for making clothes for Egg at such a high frequency—

 

Today, He Ruge was going to attend the Anlarhos Medical Award ceremony. This award ceremony was akin to walking the red carpet, though without Earth’s blinding lights or reporters with all kinds of equipment, its attention was unmatched by any red carpet event on Earth.

 

At this moment, all eyes were on one of the winners of the Anlarhos Medical Award, He Ruge.

 

A rare beauty, a hero in turbulent times.

 

Born on Star 17, he emerged during the Second Star War and became a legendary figure exposed to the world.

 

The first anchor on StarNet to make cold topics hot.

 

A member of the mythical mermaid clan.

 

The epitome of the violent aesthetic era.

 

With his exotic image of black hair and black eyes, he shattered the traditional interstellar aesthetic and was recently voted by the interstellar public as “the most beautiful person in the world” in the latest StarNet poll.

 

He Ruge began exploring “Psyche Sonic Therapy” due to his lover Marshal Xi’s primary physician, Mao Zixie—the youngest academician of the Research Institute.

 

In this collaboration, possessing a voice as melodious as a celestial song, He Ruge discovered that his singing voice could heal psychological illnesses. He devoted himself to research, making significant contributions to the treatment of psychological disorders in the interstellar era.

 

He was a true male god who combined beauty and talent.

 

His beauty was not used to flatter and please the world, but was like a lotus that emerged unstained from mud, cleansing but not seductive.

 

He Ruge was unaware of the rainbow farts in the minds of onlookers. He held Xi Guican’s hand, while Xi Guican held He Ruge’s hand and Egg. The apple-sized Egg wore small clothes, looking like a decorative doll.

 

He Ruge and Xi Guican did not disclose Egg’s existence to the public. Uninformed interstellar masses praised Xi Guican’s clever combination of the doll, calling it a stroke of genius that rendered iron men tender. After the awards ceremony, businesses even launched replicas of Egg in various outfits.

 

Later, those infants who had Egg dolls grew up and could proudly say, “Egg was my childhood companion.” 

 

“What? You don’t know who Egg is?” 

 

“It’s the child of my Male God He Ruge and Marshal Xi!” 

 

“Born at the finish line, destined to be a prodigy of heaven…”

 

However, at this moment, He Ruge was still unaware of Egg’s future as a childhood companion for everyone. His gaze swept across the venue and settled on Mao Zixie’s figure.

 

Mao Zixie rarely wore a suit. He Ruge expected to see a smile when he approached, but unexpectedly, Mao Zixie’s eyes were swollen, his expression haggard, his spirit seemingly consumed by a fire.

 

He Ruge had heard a description before, saying that there used to be light in this person’s eyes. He couldn’t deeply understand it before, but now, looking at Mao Zixie’s bloodshot eyes, he suddenly understood the meaning of that description.

 

“What… happened to you?” He Ruge asked cautiously.

 

Mao Zixie squeezed out a smile at him, clearly the person who should have been happiest today, yet now smiling like a rejected person.

 

Looking at Mao Zixie, looking at the trembling hands, He Ruge whispered softly, “Are you nervous about your acceptance speech later? How about reviewing your prepared draft again before going on stage? Practice a few more times?”

 

“…Yes, I should practice more.” Mao Zixie’s voice was dry.

 

He Ruge was very worried about Mao Zixie’s condition. He vaguely felt that something unexpected was going to happen next. When He Ruge went on stage to express his gratitude and it was Mao Zixie’s turn to speak, He Ruge’s uneasy premonition was confirmed.

 

Mao Zixie, dressed in black, placed the trophy on the stage. However, amidst the exclamations of the crowd, he suddenly knelt down, facing the trophy, unable to rise.

 

“I… am Mao Zixie. I am honored to receive the Anlarhos Medical Award. This was the pursuit of my past life, as well as the pursuit of our Mo family.”

 

“Seventeen years ago, my grandfather, Mo Zhengyong, was a recipient of the Anlarhos Medical Award. He was my idol, my goal, my great tree, my beacon, my glory.”

 

“My grandfather’s name was Mao Zhengyong. He was also engaged in research in the field of Psyche Sea, and to this day, his research achievements remain the cornerstone of Psyche Sea studies. I used to be proud of my grandfather. Without him, I wouldn’t be where I am today. When I was young, I suffered from Karnostov Syndrome. It was my grandfather who changed his research field for half a lifetime and resolutely engaged in Psyche Sea research, deciphering the code of death and snatching me from the hands of the Grim Reaper.”

 

“I admire my grandfather very much. My biggest regret is his sudden passing. He left me when I was young and ignorant.”

 

“But my father rarely mentioned my grandfather.”

 

“My father passed away the year before last, at the age of sixty, and died of suicide.He is a doctor who has treated patients free of charge for many years. He has been to the poorest areas of the poor galaxy.”

 

“He always said that we are burdened with sins, and he said that he is atoning for our sins, but the sins are so deep that it seems that we can’t atone for them anyway.One day, I saw his body lying in the bathtub.His wrists were cut by six centimeters. He is a doctor and knows exactly where to cut his wrists.The blood stained the bathtub, and I stared into his loose eyes and saw a strange relief.”

 

“My father has passed away, taking memories with him, yet the guilt remains. The sin flows in my blood, etched in my bone marrow, a branded imprint perpetually passed down through generations.”

 

“As long as I am alive, as long as I have descendants, this sin, named ‘human experimentation,’ will forever, forever flow in this world…”

 

“It stains this world with its foulness.”

 

With his forehead pressed against the ground, he trembled and murmured, “I… am guilty.”