FT DR Chapter 46: Why Are You So Awesome, Weak Chicken?

Chapter 46: Why Are You So Awesome, Weak Chicken?

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

 Dean Mu only found out on Monday morning that one of his students had been locked in the lab.

This kind of accident had happened once before. At that time, the equipment in the experimental center was under maintenance, and a student didn’t receive the notice. He was doing experiments inside and forgot about the time, resulting in being locked up for a whole two days. When he was released, he was completely broken down. It took several sessions of psychological therapy before he gradually recovered. Later, he transferred to the Veterinary Department of the Agricultural Sciences Institute.

Medical students generally have decent courage. Usually, many people work together in experiments, and most of them are not afraid when faced with corpses. But if someone is left alone, the situation is not good—after all, no matter how tough a person is, being locked in with a bunch of corpses for several days will be horrifying and nauseating, especially with no food or drink, and physical exhaustion is also a big problem.

Moreover, the last student was already a junior, over twenty years old. This time, the student was a freshman, only seventeen years old, and hadn’t even attended a single anatomy class. He was completely inexperienced!

“Someone has been locked in the anatomy lab?” Mu received the report from the class monitor after the Monday morning meeting and was shocked, “Who? How long?”

“It’s been two or three days. He seemed to not come out after the experiment on Friday.” The class monitor sweated, “He didn’t return to the dormitory over the weekend. His roommate thought he went to a friend’s house and didn’t pay attention. He didn’t come to class for two consecutive periods this morning, and everyone felt a bit strange. After some deduction, no one has seen him since the experiment class on Friday. The girl on duty said he volunteered to help clean up the lab that day, and she thought he had already gone home.”

“Who is it?”

“Wu Chenghe.”

Mu’s expression changed instantly. He stood up abruptly and said to his secretary, “Call the hospital and clear out the emergency room. Ask the head of the psychology department to go to the anatomy lab.”

“Should we also call an internist?”

“I am one.”

The secretary hesitated, “Are you going by yourself? But there’s a very important academic exchange meeting in half an hour. Twelve doctors from various federal areas are waiting for your presentation.”

“Change it to a reception, postpone it to tonight, and say I suddenly want to treat everyone to dinner. Arrange for them to visit the school in the afternoon to relax.”

“Okay, I’ll go prepare the budget for the reception…”

“No need. I’ll pay for it myself. Don’t use funds from the institute.” Mu hurriedly walked towards the experimental center, “Ask the security department to send me the surveillance videos of the past three days. I need to see them.”

“Yes.” It was the first time the secretary had seen him so nervous after so many years, feeling a bit strange. She shook her head and followed his instructions to arrange everything.

The group hurried to the experimental center. The assistant had already opened the gate. Anxiously, he said, “Dean, I’m sorry, I didn’t know there was someone inside. I had some family matters on Friday afternoon, so I left early…”

Mu gave him a cold glance without saying a word, but the assistant was already scared by the hostility emanating from him, so he remained silent, following him to the basement floor.

“No one received his distress call?” Mu asked the class monitor in the elevator, “Didn’t anyone contact him?”

“His roommate once tried to contact him and said he was out of reach.” The class monitor said, “We also find it strange. The lab clearly has signal, but we just can’t get through now.”

“Besides him, who was the last one to leave that day?”

“…I don’t know.” The class monitor said ashamedly, “I left early and didn’t pay attention to who it was.”

Mu’s face looked extremely ugly, he couldn’t even be bothered to scold anyone. He got off the elevator and headed straight for the anatomy lab. However, as soon as he opened the door to the lab, he froze—Who was that humming in front of the dissecting table?

Instead of the expected image of someone mentally broken down and crying, the person was cheerfully separating the gallbladder from a male cadaver, completely spirited. It seemed he hit the jackpot, probably feeling more alive than ever. On the adjacent dissecting table lay a cleanly dissected female cadaver, precise and neat, especially in the chest area, a model example for teaching.

Mu was dumbfounded for two seconds. He glanced at the busy hands of the person, and a hint of an admiring smile involuntarily surfaced in his cold gaze. But it quickly disappeared, replaced by fury—Who allowed you to dissect all my specimens? Do you know how scarce samples are these days? You’ve done your job and you’re still playing around!

Simply outrageous! Mu covered his chest, gasping for air. After a while, he pointed at the class monitor and then at Wu Chenghe, gesturing for him to go and restrain the uncontrollable individual, lest he lose control and cause a tragedy.

The class monitor, looking at the bloody mess of a corpse and Wu Chenghe’s bloodied hands, felt his hair stand on end like fireworks exploding. He trembled for a while before shuffling over and poking him on the back with a finger, “Stu-student, please pause for a moment.”

Wu Chenghe, completely engrossed in the dissection, was startled by the poke. His hand shook, accidentally puncturing a blood vessel. He yelled, “Ouch, fuck, my gallbladder!” As he scrambled to tie off the blood vessel, he reached out with his right hand, “Give me the endoscopic grasping forceps, size large, quick!”

The class monitor was speechless: Could you please not get so engrossed in this, buddy!

Mu twitched his mouth and silently approached, handing Wu Chenghe a pair of forceps. After watching him puncture and tie off the blood vessel, he leaned in close to him and said in a chilling tone, “Had enough fun?”

Wu Chenghe shivered, feeling like there were worms wriggling on his earlobes. He suddenly realized the immense pressure he was under, turning his head to see Mu’s enlarged face, and screamed, “Ah!”

Startled by his scream, Mu frowned and stepped back, angrily saying, “What’s with the screaming? Haven’t eaten for three days and still screaming so loudly. Did you eat something dirty?” As he spoke, he snatched the dissecting knife from his hand and flicked it lightly with his slender fingers, making a soft “clink” as it landed on the wooden drug shelf.

Two seconds later, the wooden shelf split into two halves with a loud crash!

Wu Chenghe was completely subdued by Mu’s swift action, watching in horror as Boss was about to lose control. He wondered whether he should act cute or kneel down immediately. After a moment of contemplation, he squeezed out a sheepish smile, “Dea-dean, why are you here?”

“I’m here to see if you’re dead!” Mu glanced at the half-dissected corpse, his anger soaring. He ordered his assistant, “Get him to sign a body donation form. If something like this happens again, whoever harms my specimens will end up on the morgue table!”

Startled by Mu’s outburst, Wu Chenghe’s mind raced, deciding to bravely admit his mistake and seek leniency, “I-I didn’t mean to, Dean. I was just scared being locked in here, so I wanted to distract myself with something… I didn’t mean to use up so many bodies, I was just really scared being alone here…” He added a touch of pity to his plea.

“Heh…” Mu burst into laughter at his illogical explanation, not holding back from plastering Wu Chenghe’s face with his laughter.

The three people standing at the door were stunned by Mu’s laughter. Oh my, the dean actually laughed, even though it was a cold laugh, it was still quite terrifying!

As Wu Chenghe turned the corner, he felt that his explanation just now was a bit inappropriate. Unsure how to remedy the situation, he could only scratch his head in consternation. After finishing his laughter, Mu sighed as he looked at Wu Chenghe’s dumbfounded expression, reluctantly saying to the head of the psychology department, “Take him to the hospital for a check-up. See if his brain has been scared out of him.”

The head of the psychology department wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “Yes.” They escorted Wu Chenghe, suspected of being mentally unstable, out of the lab. Wu Chenghe thought about it and felt that this was probably the rhythm of being sent to psychiatric treatment, so he obediently followed them.

Mu instructed his assistant, “Go around and check for any abnormalities, and see if this kid has harmed anything else.”

The assistant complied. Mu stood in front of the dissecting table, carefully examining Wu Chenghe’s “work”. His gaze swept over the entire body of the cadaver, finally lingering at the chest area. Picking up a pair of hemostatic forceps, he inspected the incisions and sutures done by Wu Chenghe, gradually showing a surprised expression—Ashton Medical College gathered the best medical students from the entire federation, and although he had seen many geniuses, this level of standard dissecting technique was still a first.

Was this kid really just a freshman newbie?

Mu dropped the hemostatic forceps and, after some thought, activated his personal terminal. In his inbox lay the surveillance records sent by his secretary. He opened the records and played them at ten times speed, accurately stopping the timeline on Saturday morning when Wu Chenghe was dissecting the first female cadaver.

With unbelievably smooth technique, from incisions to thoracotomy, from muscle dissection to vascular handling, every step was precise like that of an experienced hand. Mu reduced the playback speed to 3 and carefully examined Wu Chenghe’s dissection process. His expression became increasingly astonished—this kid was not only impressive for his skilled dissection technique but also for his almost terrifying anatomical intuition. Throughout his over twenty years in medicine, Mu had hardly seen such a genius!

While dissection techniques could be practiced with simulation software, this extraordinary intuition was innate. As the dean of a medical school that educated the most outstanding talents in the federation, Mu was well aware of the upper limit of normal intuition.

This kid was definitely far beyond that limit!

Mu watched the video with deep, complex emotions flashing in his eyes. After a while, he began to adjust the angles of the three-dimensional video, as if searching for something. Finally, he focused his gaze on the right ear of Wu Chenghe, staring intently at the area covered by his hair.

“Dean, I found this.” The excited voice of his assistant came from the doorway. 

Mu’s eyes sharpened, immediately changing the video angle to block the view of Wu Chenghe’s ears, and he asked the assistant, “What?”

“It’s a signal jammer, made very delicately. It can block all wireless communications on the underground level, including emergency distress systems. No wonder they couldn’t reach that kid’s phone or receive any distress signals.” The assistant handed him a round piece about the size of a button. “This thing should be military-grade. Ordinary people can’t get their hands on it.”

Mu took the disc, pondering, and tucked it into his shirt pocket. He rewound the holographic video in front of him and adjusted the timeline to Friday evening at 6:50. The video showed the Balon brothers and a Caucasian man leaving the lab. After the Caucasian man closed the door, he fiddled with the access control for a while, then tossed something into the corner.

Mu narrowed his dark eyes and said, “I’ll go to the school hospital to see that kid now. Tell these three people to meet me at the hospital.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t mention this matter to anyone else.” Mu’s expression was stern as he spoke in a low voice, “It involves the sons of the Defense Secretary, and it might cause some trouble. I don’t want to hear any rumors until the conclusion is reached within the institute, understood?”

“Yes,” the assistant replied solemnly.

Mu took two steps towards the door, then stopped and asked, “Are there any other losses in the labs?”

“Um, almost none. Just that the chemical lab is missing over a hundred grams of analytical-grade fructose, nothing valuable.” The assistant continued, “And the door of the suturing lab was opened. I went in to check, and that kid had modified about half of the suture exam pieces from Friday morning. The students in that class will probably have to retake the exam— the teacher hasn’t graded them yet.”

Mu rubbed his forehead in anguish. “Absolutely reckless! Could he have been more meddlesome?”

The assistant twitched his mouth and added, “But his suturing skills are really amazing. I haven’t seen such perfect technique in all my years. Even the most discerning perfectionist wouldn’t be able to find fault. If you saw it, you’d definitely give him a perfect score.”

Mu gave him a cold glance. “Are you implying that I’m a perfectionist?”

“No, no, no!” The assistant jumped, hastily denying, “I didn’t mean that…”

“Once you’ve said something, don’t swallow it back. That just makes you look sleazy,” Mu said coldly. “And yes, I am a perfectionist.”

The assistant broke into a cold sweat, speechless.

When they arrived at the school hospital, Mu headed straight to the emergency room and asked the attending physician, “How’s the kid who was brought in earlier?”

The doctor on duty replied, “We’ve examined him, and there’s no problem. He’s just a bit hungry, but his electrolytes are normal—this kid says he ingested twenty-five grams of fructose every twelve hours.”

“He sure knows how to eat!” Mu sarcastically remarked. “Did the psychologist evaluate him?”

“Yes, they did. His mental state is normal, just a little too cheerful, perhaps slightly hyped up,” the ER doctor chuckled. “But then, when he heard you were coming, he started complaining of headaches, dizziness, and nausea. I guess it’s a stress response, afraid you’d be angry and punish him.”

“If I were him, and I could independently dissect two cadavers, I’d be hyped up too,” Mu snorted. “Alright, observe him for another hour or two and then send him home. He seems fine to me.”

“Yes, that’s what I was thinking too.”

The assistant received a phone call and said, “Dean, the Balon brothers are here.”

“Let them in.”

Mu received the Oreo trio in the doctor’s office. The Balon brothers looked uneasy, and upon entering, they didn’t even dare to meet Mu’s eyes, instead staring at their own toes.

“Speak up.” After a long silence, feeling the atmosphere was tense enough, Mu finally spoke.

Two simple words, yet they sent shivers down the spines of the Oreo trio. The three of them looked at each other, wearing expressions of disbelief. Eventually, the elder Balon summoned the courage to speak, “We don’t know anything.”

“Oh,” Mu said, then continued, “Big Balon, you should never stop taking your medication.”

Big Balon was taken aback. Mu continued, “Last time, I already felt there was something wrong with your intelligence, but I didn’t realize it was this severe. I really wonder how you got into medical school. Did your dad’s scientists develop some new product again, like a last-minute intelligence booster? 

Big Balon’s face flushed with embarrassment at Mu’s sarcasm, but before he could defend himself, Mu raised his hand to stop him. “Do you think I called you here to investigate the situation? Don’t be foolish, that’s something your counselor would do. I won’t waste that time. I’m very clear about what you’ve done. I’m here to judge you, understand?”

The Balon brothers exchanged incredulous glances. Mu tapped his slender fingers on the desk and said, “You’re all over eighteen, adults subject to federal criminal law. Do you know what sentence you could get for murdering a minor?”

The mention of “murder” sent shockwaves through the Oreo trio, and their facial expressions immediately changed. Mu coldly snorted and continued, “There’s an ancient Chinese saying, ‘There is no cure for stupidity.’ Do you know you’re stupid? Do you think locking a seventeen-year-old kid in the basement was just a prank, at most to scare him? Have you ever thought that he might have been killed by you?”

The younger Balon, being more naive, started to get scared by what Mu was saying. “Y-you mean he’s dead?”

“You guess?” Mu retorted. “Or perhaps we should try locking you in the dissecting lab for two or three days and see what happens?”

The younger Balon’s face turned pale. Mu continued, “He’s fine, actually.” He interrupted them. “So, you haven’t committed murder, just attempted murder. Congratulations, you won’t be sitting in the electric chair. At most, you’ll be sentenced to seven years in prison, and you’ll be out by the time you’re twenty-five, still very young.”

Mu’s expression was stern, his tone serious, not at all like he was joking. The Oreo trio stared at each other, gradually starting to believe that he wasn’t bluffing. The younger Balon, unable to hold back his anxiety, stammered, “D-dean, we didn’t mean it, it was just a joke with that kid…”

“Oh, go explain that to the judge,” Mu said. “He’ll surely lower your intelligence quotient with wax.”

“Indeed, we didn’t intend to harm him.” Big Balon started to feel afraid. He had long heard that the dean of the medical school was an extremist who wouldn’t buy anyone’s excuses. Perhaps he would really send them to court. “We just had some minor disagreements and didn’t see eye to eye with each other. He often set traps for us.”

“Uh-huh, tell me, how did he bully you?” Mu asked with interest. “Did he trip you while you were running? Steal your clothes while you were showering? Or delete all your homework handed to the teacher?”

The Balon brothers were dumbfounded. They never imagined that everything they had done would be recorded. They were left speechless. Mu snorted coldly and continued, “Listen, no matter who your dad is, who is his dad , the medical school is my territory. While playing tricks and forming cliques to bully others is okay, this school isn’t an ivory tower. I’m happy for you to get acquainted with the dark side of society ahead of time. But remember, don’t ever joke about taking someone’s life. You can’t afford it, and neither can your dads!”

The Balon brothers hung their heads, feeling as helpless as stray dogs. Mu continued, “Perhaps you don’t know, but the last person who was locked in the dissecting lab for two days and three nights ended up with serious psychological problems. He couldn’t become a doctor and had to switch to being a veterinarian. Your actions can ruin a person completely, understand? We live in a society governed by the rule of law. Princes break the law just like commoners, let alone you, who aren’t even princes! You can go back and ask your dads what consequences they would face if they ruined Hannibal’s son. I believe their answers would be more enlightening than mine!”

The three facing judgment looked ashen. After a pause to ensure they understood the seriousness of the situation, Mu said, “Now, I’ll give you a chance. Wu Chenghe is in the next room. Go in and ask him for forgiveness. If he agrees not to press charges against you, we won’t go through legal procedures. We’ll settle this matter within the medical school’s jurisdiction.”

Suddenly seeing a glimmer of hope, the three who thought they were doomed nodded eagerly. Mu was very satisfied with their pitiful emotional intelligence. He stood up and said, “Follow me.”

Wu Chenghe was sitting on the hospital bed, eating a specially prepared nutrient meal from the doctor. He was startled to see the three troublemakers, who usually wreaked havoc, entering the room. Even more surprising was the pure and innocent light that seemed to flicker in their eyes.

Wu Chenghe looked at them warily. The Balon brothers exchanged glances and simultaneously gave him a warm smile. “Are you okay?” Big Balon asked sincerely.

“…” Wu Chenghe, although a bit of a goody two-shoes, wasn’t so saintly as to be brainless. If he said he was okay, they’d probably dig even deeper traps next time. So, he remained silent.

“Sorry, we went too far. Please, forgive us.” Big Balon wore a sincere expression of repentance. 

Little Balon nodded even more fervently, saying, “Yeah, we’re really sorry this time. Please, forgive us, and we promise we won’t bully you again.”

What was this rhythm? Wu Chenghe wasn’t a priest; their confessions meant nothing to him. Wu Chenghe pretended to ponder for a moment and then said, “Dean, I’ll comply with the arrangements of the school.”

Seeing Wu Chenghe’s emotional intelligence, Mu silently praised him. “Of course, I hope this matter can be resolved within the smallest possible scope. Going to court would bring negative consequences to the school.”

“Yes,” Wu Chenghe nodded understandingly. “You’re right, I’ll listen to you.”

“Thank you!” The Oreo trio almost wanted to kneel down in gratitude, tears welling up in their eyes. “Thank you for forgiving us so generously!”

“That’s it then,” Mu said. “The school will make a decision about this matter.”

Everyone thought the matter was resolved satisfactorily. However, the next afternoon after Wu Chenghe was discharged, the Legal Affairs Center of Aston University received a complaint letter from the Strategy Academy.

Mr. Marlow Simpson formally protested against the unfair judgment made by the dean for his elder brother.

 

 

 

 

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