Full-Time Doctor (Guideverse)

 by Jueshi Mao Pi

Year: 2014

Genre: BL, guideverse, doctors, ruthless, fights, m-preg, military, school, pharmacology, medicine making, performers, famous love interest, fans, multiple povs

Novel Status in Country of Origin: 157 Chapters (Complete)

Translator: Addis

Editor: Karai

~~~~Brought to you by ExR~~~~

SUMMARY:

Wu Chenghe, a military doctor who served in the UN peacekeeping forces for two years, thought he was blown up in the war, only to find himself hijacked in the interstellar era just after transmigrating! What’s even more unexpected is that his father is the supreme commander of the expeditionary army, and he is an illegitimate child. Perhaps these could still be accepted, but what surprised him the most was that he, a grown man, turned out to be a “guide.” 

How could he play the role of “the coolest second-generation guide of the expeditionary army” well? 

Set in the future world of a thousand years later, combined with the relatively new setting of the sentinel/guide, the story tells of an official’s second-generation who crossed over but ended up as a pitiful hostage, and the rebellious emo who knew and loved each other, working together to build a harmonious universe. 

The author’s writing style is light-hearted, and the language is witty and humorous, successfully portraying the image of a star-crossed interstellar settler with a golden finger, with outstanding character personality settings. Unlike other sentinel/guide stories, the darned golden finger in the story — the guide function — is considered a forbidden ability, which, combined with the constraints of hiding one’s identity, becomes a highlight of the story.

 

Volume One: Escape Battle of Gabriel Military Port

Chapter 1: The Not So Golden Finger

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

 

“Mandatory command… deep-sea status lifted.”

“…heart rate 73, systolic pressure 93, diastolic pressure 65… vital signs normal…”

“…initiate awakening procedure…”

A faint pulse of electricity jolted Wu Chenghe awake. He abruptly opened his eyes, finding himself lying in warm, viscous liquid. Instinctively, he yelled, but only a muffled sound came out of his throat.

What’s happening? Wasn’t I supposed to be blown up? Wu Chenghe’s mind was blank, still stuck in the moment of the explosion — the Libyan field hospital, the hysterical terrorists, the earth-shattering shockwaves… The entire reception hall was nearly leveled, how could he possibly survive? Has the god of fate finally given him a golden finger?

The liquid surrounding him was rapidly evaporating, the level decreasing until it completely dried up. Wu Chenghe removed the breathing apparatus from his mouth, gasping for air. He realized he was wearing a silver-gray jumpsuit, lying in a rectangular box resembling a coffin, with a semi-transparent film as the cover, through which dim light could be seen. He raised his hand, attempting to poke the film with his fingertip. It made a soft “pop” sound, like a soap bubble bursting, and vanished.

Suddenly, a cacophony of alarm bells flooded his ears. It took him a while to decipher the content of the alarms. It was a mechanical female voice, “Orange alert, orange alert, Docking Gate D has been forcibly accessed by unidentified intruders. All passengers, please exit deep-sea status, remain in your hibernation pods, fasten your seatbelts, and await further instructions.”

Wu Chenghe felt a slight dizziness. Crawling out of the “coffin,” he found himself in a long, narrow hall, about five or six meters wide and very, very long. Hundreds of silver-gray “coffins” were neatly arranged on both sides, similar to the one he had just been in, like a large warehouse.

Where am I? Why am I here? Wu Chenghe was utterly bewildered. The floor was slightly shaking, resembling an aircraft. He took a few staggering steps and saw people lying in the adjacent long boxes. Through the semi-transparent film, he could see their faces.

His line of sight seemed off, as if he had become shorter… Wu Chenghe was puzzled. He extended his hands in front of his eyes and was astonished to find them smaller. He glanced at his feet; they seemed two sizes smaller too. After a moment of confusion, a bizarre thought suddenly struck him like a thunderbolt — this wasn’t his body!

Brain transplant? Mechanization? Transmigration? Has the golden finger gone too far? Despite Wu Chenghe’s vivid imagination and proficiency in creative thinking, he was shocked beyond words. He ran his hands over his body, increasingly convinced that this wasn’t his body — it was thin and small, not taller than 1.7 meters, weighing no more than 55 kilograms, definitely not that of an adult. But he was twenty-eight years old, and he had served in the UN peacekeeping forces for two years!

Wu Chenghe felt like he was going crazy!

Before he could compose himself, the blaring alarm sounded again. Then, a rough male voice replaced the previous mechanical female voice, “Good evening, esteemed passengers. The ‘Mayflower’ public starship you are aboard has now been fully taken over by the Free Revolutionary Army. Please remain calm, as we will have a pleasant journey ahead!”

The Free Revolutionary Army? As a peacekeeper, Wu Chenghe had never heard of this name. So, this wasn’t Earth? And what did they mean by “public starship?”

“Red alert, red alert.” The mechanical female voice prompted again, “All passengers, please be advised, all hibernation pods have been fully deactivated. Everyone, please proceed in the direction indicated by the orange arrows and gather in the central hall within ten minutes. Repeat, this ship has been fully taken over by the Free Revolutionary Army. Please obey all their instructions and refrain from futile resistance to avoid casualties.”

“The Free Revolutionary Army?!” A chubby man crawled out from the hibernation pod next to Wu Chenghe, his eyes filled with fear. “Oh my god, we’ve been hijacked by terrorists, quick, sound the alarm!” Trembling, he extended his left hand. Somehow, a faint blue fluorescent screen appeared in his palm, displaying a red X.

“God! The internet is blocked!” The chubby man exclaimed miserably. “No signal at all!”

One by one, others emerged from their hibernation pods, their reactions similar to the chubby man’s. They screamed in panic, then activated various types of screens in their palms, only to despair at the sight of the red crosses displayed on them.

Wu Chenghe couldn’t care less about despair; he was utterly dumbfounded — what technology was this? Holographic screens? Wasn’t that something only seen in sci-fi movies? Such advanced technology wasn’t widely used even by the military, so how could it be so prevalent among civilians? Or… was it no longer “now”?

Wu Chenghe suddenly joined the ranks of the despairing — hibernation pods, semi-transparent film, automatically evaporating viscous fluid, holographic screens in everyone’s hands — all indicated an era of technological advancement far beyond the 21st century! Motherfucker, have I transmigrated to the future? Surviving a bombing was great, but being hijacked immediately after transmigrating was totally ridiculous. Do I have to die again? Wu Chenghe was dumbfounded.

However, the ruthless Free Revolutionary Army didn’t give him time to digest the information. Amidst the clamor of voices, the alarm sounded again. “Repeat alert, all passengers must gather in the central hall within ten minutes. When moving, please queue up and follow the orange arrows to prevent trampling. Five minutes have passed, now starting a five-minute countdown, four minutes fifty-nine seconds, four minutes fifty-eight seconds…”

A row of bright orange holographic arrows floated in the air, indicating the direction of the central hall. People looked at each other helplessly, their faces filled with apprehension and fear, slowly forming a line and walking forward along the arrows.

Wu Chenghe mingled with the crowd as they exited the cabin where the hibernation pods were located. He walked along a silver-gray corridor and entered the central hall. It resembled an opera house, with two tiers of densely arranged silver-gray metal seats. At the opposite end of the door, there was a small platform where several burly men in dark green military uniforms stood, watching the passengers file in like wolves eyeing their prey.

Thin and small, Wu Chenghe lowered his head and blended into the crowd, completely unnoticeable. He quickly found a seat near the corner and sat down.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the small scare we caused you,” said the leader, a dark-skinned terrorist, raising his voice. “Please, do not panic. The ‘Mayflower’ is now officially under the control of the Free Revolutionary Army, and we will ensure your safety to the fullest extent possible.”

Passengers looked at each other in confusion, murmuring softly. The chubby man beside Wu Chenghe trembled, “The Free Revolutionary Army… these heartless lunatics… Oh god! A poor guy like me, worthless even for ransom, they’ll definitely throw me into space like garbage… Oh god…” His fear grew, and he began to sob softly.

Just transmigrated from being blown up in Libya to being abducted by galactic pirates, Wu Chenghe’s current mood was much worse than his. However, out of his professional ethics as a doctor, he whispered to comfort him, “Relax, take deep breaths. You’re about to faint. Don’t worry, with such a large-scale abduction, someone will come to rescue us soon. But before that, you need to ensure your own survival.”

His words seemed to possess some calming magic. The chubby man looked into his eyes, adjusted his breathing rhythm as instructed, and miraculously calmed down, his pupils slowly dilating, his expression showing a dreamy relaxation. “You’re right, I need to survive first. You’re right.” 

Muttering to himself, he tightly grasped Wu Chenghe’s hand, his expression resembling that of a child pleading not to be abandoned by his mother.

What’s going on? Wu Chenghe found it somewhat strange. Did my hypnosis skills improve again?

At this moment, the black terrorist spoke, “Quiet! We are the Free Revolutionary Army, a democratic armed force established to oppose the tyranny of the Voyager Army. We are citizens ourselves and will never do anything to harm fellow citizens. Please, rest assured. As long as you don’t engage in futile resistance, we will ensure your safety to the fullest extent possible.”

It seemed like a space version of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang…¹ Wu Chenghe roughly inferred that this was a dictatorship ruled by the “Voyager Army,” and these guys were staging a revolution. However, he didn’t understand why hijacking a ship was necessary for a revolution. Were they robbing the rich to help the poor? Or were they using terror tactics?

As if to answer his question, the black version of Chen Sheng or Wu Guang continued, “The purpose of our operation this time is not aimed at you. You will soon be transported to the nearest spaceport. We are neither kidnapping nor extorting. We have only one goal —”

Upon hearing that they might survive, everyone quieted down, panic mixed with anticipation as they looked at him. The black man paused for a moment and continued, “On this ship, there is a special guest. His father is the highest commander of the Voyager Army — Commander-in-chief Hannibal. Now, our request is simple: as long as this special guest steps forward, everyone else will regain their freedom immediately!”

The hall erupted into a commotion. A bold middle-aged man tremblingly said, “B-Big brother, if you access the main control system of this ship, you can find the list of all passengers. I-I think you can easily find him.” 

The black man’s sinister gaze swept over the speaker. “Unfortunately, his name is not on the passenger list.”

“Then, he must not be on this ship, right? Could you have made a mistake?”

“The intelligence is accurate; he is on this ship, among you. He’s just using a false identity.” The black man scanned the entire hall. “So, dear little Hannibal, for the safety of everyone, please step forward.”

Passengers anxiously looked around, and Wu Chenghe couldn’t help but do the same. But ten minutes passed, and although the noise in the central hall grew louder, no one stood up.

“Very well, it seems that Master Hannibal is not as brave as his great father.” The black man sneered. “Then let us help him a bit.” He strode off the platform and suddenly grabbed a slender blond girl from the front row of seats, pulling her up by her hair onto the platform. With a movement of his right hand, he aimed a shiny silver pistol at her temple. “I’ll count to ten. If no one steps forward by then, I’ll blow her head off!”

The girl screamed in terror, and the black man raised his voice, “There are four hundred and twenty-six passengers here, Master Hannibal. If you step forward, they can all survive. But if you insist on being a coward, then everyone will die with you. Of course, you won’t survive either!”

The hall erupted into fierce clamor. Wu Chenghe also became agitated. If this alleged official’s son was a coward, everyone would pay the price for it. As a newly transmigrated individual, surviving the explosion in Libya was no easy feat, and he certainly didn’t want to be shot by hijackers now. Speaking of which, could he still return after being shot?

As for whether he himself was that official’s son, Wu Chenghe hadn’t thought much about it yet. After all, the odds of being one out of four hundred and twenty-six were quite slim.