FT DR Chapter 82: The Scene of Hunting

Chapter 82: The Scene of Hunting

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

The timer started, and the IMD was activated, lying on the examination table, indistinguishable from a real person.

The patient assigned to Wu Chenghe’s team was a young-looking male who appeared extremely unwell. His description of symptoms was interrupted several times, mentioning chest tightness and difficulty breathing.

Following the usual protocol, Wu Chenghe patiently inquired and filled out the medical history. He found many contradictions in the IMD’s narration, such as claiming to be an archer but having significantly poorer eyesight than normal, and having a slightly elevated heart rate. For instance, he said he had a poor appetite, but he had eaten enough food yesterday to feed two strong men, and so on.

After the questioning, Wu Chenghe projected the medical history, and the three of them looked at each other in confusion.

“Chest tightness, dizziness… I think we should start by monitoring his blood,” another male student said. “With his gastrointestinal issues, weight loss, and unusually large appetite, could it be hypermetabolism or a malfunction of the sympathetic nervous system?”

“His vision is blurred, but there are no signs of any eye abnormalities. If it were hypermetabolism or a sympathetic nervous system disorder, his eyes would react,” Wu Chenghe frowned. “Could it be due to increased physical exertion recently—he is an athlete?”

“He said he hasn’t been training for a week,” Miss Lancer rolled her eyes at him, “Or should we do a full-body checkup first?”

“No, a full-body checkup deducts too many points. We must first determine possibilities before proceeding with specific examinations, trying to avoid wasting points on unnecessary tests,” Wu Chenghe opposed. 

The male student also agreed, “Let’s list a few examinations based on his condition and prioritize them.”

In the end, the three of them determined the order of examinations, starting with monitoring blood parameters. The results were even more perplexing, “His blood pressure is so high. According to what he said, he was still training last week. How could it suddenly skyrocket like this?”

“Is there a cardiovascular problem?” the male student hesitated. Wu Chenghe studied the test results and also leaned towards his opinion, so they proceeded with cardiovascular examinations.

“No issues,” Miss Lancer projected the results of the examination and shrugged, “There’s no cardiovascular disease. He just has high blood pressure, chest tightness, shortness of breath, and a particularly large appetite, but can’t see clearly… that’s all.”

The consultation fell into a deadlock. Wu Chenghe tried to ask the IMD for details again, but it started repeating clichés and refused to provide more clues. The other nine groups around them had finished their consultations and begun examinations. One group had even started the surgical stage. Miss Lancer became somewhat anxious and glared at Wu Chenghe, “Hey, aren’t you Dean’s favorite disciple? Why can’t you handle such a simple case?”

Wu Chenghe glanced silently at her, said nothing, and continued to study the test results. Miss Lancer thought he was feeling guilty and continued to sarcastically mock him, even bringing up the Black Pearl incident, saying he was a blind cat who stumbled upon a dead mouse and so on.

Since Wu Chenghe joined the competition, Chen Miaomiao had moved to the front row of the stands. Hearing Miss Lancer muttering, although he couldn’t hear what she was saying, he guessed it wasn’t anything good. So he stood up directly and said, “Hey, you, have you finished? Has menopause come early for you, nagging and nagging and nagging.”

The whole venue fell silent. His shout was particularly abrupt, and everyone looked at him. Miss Lancer was stunned for a while before realizing he was talking about her. Her face turned as red as a pig’s liver, and she angrily said, “Who are you talking to?”

Ignoring her, Chen Miaomiao loudly said, “Senior, keep it up!”

Miss Lancer turned to the campus police and said, “Throw this person out, he’s disrupting the scene!”

Chen Miaomiao had already swiftly returned to his seat, wearing an expression of “I know I was wrong,” like a quail. The campus police looked at Mu inquiringly, and Mu shook his head, so the campus police only gave Chen Miaomiao a warning.

Wu Chenghe had been enjoying the background music of Miss Lancer’s continuous chatter but was abruptly awakened by their interruption. He was suddenly at a loss and gave Chen Miaomiao a look that said “shut up,” indicating him not to make a scene. As for Miss Lancer, he had already given up treatment.

“Are you going to come up with something?” Miss Lancer was anxious about the competition and didn’t bother to pester Chen Miaomiao anymore, asking Wu Chenghe angrily. 

Wu Chenghe was disturbed by Chen Miaomiao’s interruption, thought of his father, and then thought of Mu. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and said, “I have an idea.”

“What?” the other two asked simultaneously.

“The consultation results may not be accurate; the patient may be lying.”

“How is that possible? The IMD wouldn’t lie!” Miss Lancer scoffed.

“But maybe he didn’t know he was lying.” Wu Chenghe said, without much time to explain, he directly initiated an abdominal scan.

“Hey, this deducts a lot of points! He has blood issues right now, why are you checking his abdomen?” Lancer, frustrated, tried to stop her, but the male classmate from their team blocked her hand. 

“No, what Wu Chenghe guessed might be right. I also thought about it…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Wu Chenghe raised his eyebrows. “Ha! Just as I thought, he’s pregnant—!” The scan showed that the internal structure of the patient’s abdomen was clearly different from that of an ordinary male; he was indeed pregnant!

“He filled out the medical history himself as a male!” Lancer exclaimed, “Could they have set a language trap for the IMD? This is unfair!”

“No, this doesn’t count as a trap. Some patients indeed don’t know their true gender,” another student admired Wu Chenghe and said, “As soon as you mentioned it, I thought about it too. Hey, why didn’t you realize it earlier?” He patted Wu Chenghe on the back, laughing wholeheartedly, showing no signs of blame but rather admiration.

Wu Chenghe awkwardly smiled. Perhaps no one in the second year was more familiar with the physiology of pregnant males and the care of expectant fathers than he was. After all, he was the one who could become pregnant and had a pregnant male mentor. And during his rotation at St. Martin, he had done a lot of chores in the male obstetrics department. Was fate waiting for him here?

“Hurry up!” Wu Chenghe waved his hand. “Once we confirm the gender, it’ll be easy. I think he has preeclampsia, which explains the increased appetite, nausea, high blood pressure, and blurred vision, all symptoms of preeclampsia.”

“Right,” the male student said, “Now let’s see if it has affected the fetus. Should we proceed with induction or try to save the baby?”

Breaking through this magical level, they finally saw the dawn of victory. The competitors around them had already begun to finish up, but Wu Chenghe wasn’t nervous at all. As long as he didn’t finish last, he would be fine, and he hadn’t planned to take first place anyway. With his speed, there was no problem at all!

The examination results showed that the IMD’s preeclampsia was quite severe and had already endangered the fetus. To avoid significant harm to the mother, they decided to perform an induction and then remove all parts related to pregnancy from the IMD’s body.

Wu Chenghe, nicknamed the “Prince of Practical Operations,” was in charge of such matters, and no one competed with him for that. Even Lancer stood by and assisted him obediently. As time passed, Wu Chenghe skillfully performed the induction, excision, and suturing. The amount of blood loss was perfectly controlled throughout the procedure, and the IMD’s vital signs remained as stable as if they were being held by a divine hand. Even Mu, who was observing through holographic video, couldn’t help but smile.

In this not-too-fast-or-too-slow period of time, Wu Chenghe finished the surgery, pressed the “complete” button, and breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the IMD on the operating table, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable—this IMD was too lifelike, allowing him to truly experience how dangerous and painful male pregnancy could be. If you weren’t careful, it would be disastrous, much more difficult than female pregnancy.

After completing this surgery, his admiration for Mu increased by another notch, and he secretly vowed to protect him.

“Beep—” The timer ended, and the referee announced the end of the competition. The three of them had formed a brief friendship amid the climax of the competition. They glanced at each other and shook hands like other groups. However, Lancer quickly cooled down from her excitement and gave Wu Chenghe a disdainful look, then turned her head to the side. The male student then rushed up and hugged Wu Chenghe, sending his thin back flying.

Wu Chenghe almost coughed up blood from his slap. After finally breaking free from his bear hug, he covered his heart and said, “Brother, are you seeking revenge?”

The classmate laughed, “I told you to exercise more. Look at your small frame, like a quail.”

Wu Chenghe made an exaggerated expression, grinning. The judges had already come down to inspect each group’s IMD. At this moment, there was suddenly a barely perceptible vibration in the air, and the fine dust particles froze in mid-air for a moment. Everyone hesitated, looking at each other, but because the vibration was so slight and brief, it was a bit unclear whether it was real or an illusion, so they quickly dismissed it.

At that moment, Wu Chenghe’s heart skipped a beat, followed by a vibration in his eardrums, and a buzzing sound in his brain. This feeling was too familiar, just like when he was locked in solitary confinement by Hannibal, only much milder, causing him momentary dizziness but not making him lose consciousness.

What’s going on? Was someone using a guide interference device? Or was it just a natural fluctuation? That vibration was too brief, Wu Chenghe felt suspicious but didn’t dare to confirm whether it was deliberately done by someone. He subconsciously looked towards Mu’s direction, but Mu remained calm and composed, seemingly nothing wrong. However, when he felt his gaze, Mu didn’t meet his eyes but seemed to be avoiding him.

Wu Chenghe instantly realized that Mu must have felt that vibration, but to protect him, he dared not make eye contact. Otherwise, with their level of familiarity, how could they not respond to each other’s gaze?! Someone was hunting them!

In that moment of shock, Wu Chenghe quickly regained his composure, turning to talk about some professional topics with the male classmate, but he kept an eye on Mu’s direction. Monica, watching from two groups away, looked at him with concern, her eyes complex. Her ragdoll seemed to have noticed something and meowed towards Wu Chenghe’s direction, but she suppressed it with his consciousness, preventing it from rushing over.

Shortly after that first vibration, there was another, this time lasting longer than the previous one. However, it still didn’t pose a threat to Wu Chenghe. He calmly chatted with his classmates, organized the IMD’s medical records, but his heart unknowingly became tense— the epicenter of the vibration was near the judges’ seats, very close to Mu. He was already heavily interfered with, and he was pregnant, about to give birth…

The third vibration lasted even longer. Wu Chenghe’s heart rate became unstable. Just as he had calmed down, he saw two brown hummingbirds flying up from a group of guides diagonally opposite, swiftly passing over the hall’s dome, hovering close to the judges’ seats. One of them glanced at him as it passed by, did a loop over his head, but clearly, there was something more interesting to it on Mu’s side. It lingered for half a second before flying away.

Wu Chenghe’s heart turned cold. Both he and Mu had underestimated the power of Mrs. Balon. This wasn’t just probing; she was determined to force Mu out!

Wu Chenghe didn’t know how she had determined there was a guide here, whether it was just because of Chen Zhen’s suspicion or other factors, but as his peripheral vision swept past those two sensitive hummingbirds, he subconsciously felt that she wouldn’t just stop after three vibrations.

Mu’s consciousness was extremely powerful and stable, but this kind of vibration was a natural enemy to guides. Wu Chenghe knew this all too well. As long as they continued to intensify, there would come a moment when Mu couldn’t bear it.

Wu Chenghe’s palms were sweating, and he clenched his fists tightly, struggling fiercely in his heart. Just then, the vibration occurred again, this time lasting longer and with noticeably increased intensity. If Wu Chenghe had been closer, he would have been knocked to the ground by it. He couldn’t help but look towards Mu, only to see him sitting calmly in the center of the vibration, his expression calm but his face slightly pale. He held a water cup in his right hand, his nails turning a faint shade of white.

What to do? Wu Chenghe was going crazy. He was thinking about finding an excuse to get Mu away when suddenly his consciousness trembled— the ten guides present simultaneously extended their mental tendrils and began a sweeping search in the higher-dimensional space!

Icarus butterflies had outstanding mimicry abilities, and as a guide, Mu’s consciousness cloud also had outstanding deceptive qualities. But with ten guides working together, their power was too overwhelming. Even when he was healthy, it would take quite an effort to conceal himself completely. And now, his body was extremely weak.

The giant net formed by dozens of mental tendrils sifted through the higher-dimensional space. Mu sat quietly in his seat, his expression calm. After a while, he suddenly closed his eyes, a bead of sweat the size of a bean rolling down from his temple.

At the same time, a flash of orange light appeared directly beneath the dome of the hall, and an incredibly beautiful butterfly suddenly appeared in mid-air, fluttering for a moment before disappearing again.

Wu Chenghe’s heart turned even colder. Although it was just a moment, the people in the stands probably wouldn’t even notice it, but there were two hummingbird guides present, and they wouldn’t miss this “exciting” scene.

Perhaps he should have advised Mu to avoid this situation, to go to Sienna’s place, or simply hide him away, find some unknown asteroid or space fortress… Wu Chenghe’s hands and feet turned icy cold, his mind filled with various thoughts, but they were all quickly overturned— Mrs. Balon was too ruthless. She actually didn’t hesitate to start consciousness interference in public, damaging the brains of the surrounding ordinary people, just to force Mu out!

Being targeted by such an opponent, no matter where they fled, they would ultimately be unable to escape. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

In just a moment of thought, Wu Chenghe made a decision. He had used his synesthesia to send the Little Light Bulb to where the butterfly had just appeared, forcing it to materialize with his consciousness, making it disappear as soon as it spun in mid-air, then extending mental tendrils to try to pull it back.

The butterfly had just vanished when two hummingbirds flew to the spot where it had just appeared like lightning. When Wu Chenghe materialized, he almost collided with their line of sight. Ten guides widened their eyes simultaneously, retracting the web of tendrils pressing on Mu, and converged towards Wu Chenghe’s position.

Having inherited Mu’s true teachings, Wu Chenghe acted swiftly. As soon as his tendrils extended, he quickly retracted them and then carefully concealed his consciousness cloud, playing hide and seek with the guides in the higher-dimensional space. He couldn’t afford to make his entrapment too obvious; Mrs. Balon wasn’t foolish, and the ten guides weren’t idiots either. If he didn’t play this scene well, he wouldn’t only fail to save Mu but would also put himself in jeopardy.

Indeed, after he had hidden himself, the guides completely disregarded Mu and frantically searched around his consciousness cloud frequency. He exerted all his strength to evade, hide, and struggle against them. His flaws were increasingly exposed, yet he persisted in not revealing himself.

At a critical moment, the versatile Miss Lancer once again came to his rescue because she was standing opposite Wu Chenghe, she was the first to notice his anomaly and exclaimed, “He seems to be a guide!”

The venue was originally evaluating the competition results, and the battles in the higher-dimensional space were invisible to ordinary people. However, with Lancer’s sharp scream, everyone’s gaze focused on Wu Chenghe, including the pale-faced Chen Miaomiao.

“His pupils! They’re vertical! He’s a guide!” Lancer yelled sharply.

Wu Chenghe overextended his consciousness in confrontation with the ten guides. His pupils involuntarily turned elliptical. He deliberately drooped his eyelids. If it weren’t for Lancer being close and directly opposite him, nobody would have noticed!

There was an uproar. The boy who had been standing next to Wu Chenghe froze as if struck by lightning. Then, he grabbed Wu Chenghe’s arm, staring at his face in shock. “Heaven… your, your eyes…”

He was muttering to himself, but Wu Chenghe had already forcefully shaken off his arm, wordlessly leaped over the edge of the arena, dashed towards the exit.

The audience erupted into chaos, producing intense clamor. Wu Chenghe swiftly leaped over a row of seats, then another, and another, gradually nearing the exit. Wherever he fled, people automatically avoided him, their expressions horrified, as though he were a plague, and contact with him would turn them into guides, hunted prey.

“Stop him!” Mrs. Balon suddenly shouted, her usually stern gaze suddenly bright as stars, her entire being exuding a fierce aura, pointing straight at Wu Chenghe. “Catch that guide! Quickly!”

The school guards reacted immediately, climbing over the barriers and rushing towards the audience. Mu’s face went pale, leaning on the table as he stood up, his body trembling slightly. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing, slowly closing his eyes.

Before reaching the exit, Wu Chenghe was tackled to the ground by a tall school guard. He struggled fiercely, kicking the guard away with a shove and then gave him a suggestion, “Get lost!”

The guard’s pupils contracted, blankly releasing him. Wu Chenghe got up and continued to run, but more guards surrounded him. He turned his pale face back, his eerie vertical pupils scanning the crowd, and shouted sternly, “Stop all of you!”

“He’s giving suggestions! Don’t look into his eyes! Guide trainees, go help the guards!” Mrs. Balon swiftly commanded, naturally becoming the queen of the scene. 

Mu’s face turned pale, gripping the table as he stood there, his jaw clenched tightly, despair filling his eyes as he watched Wu Chenghe’s slender figure, veins pulsing on his forehead.

The scene was chaotic, everyone was thrown into disarray by this sudden event. Mu remained silent, and the other teachers in the courtyard dared not speak easily. Everyone stared blankly as Mrs. Balon gave orders. Shortly after, Minnie noticed that Mu’s complexion was too grim and walked over to gently support him.

At the exit, with the help of two guides, the school guards finally caught Wu Chenghe, pinning his arms against the wall. Someone nearby activated consciousness interference again. It was intense, and Wu Chenghe, being so close, groaned and stopped struggling. His Icarus butterfly futilely fluttered for a moment under the siege of the two hummingbirds, then settled on his shoulder, folding its wings silently.

“Don’t hurt him, don’t disturb his consciousness cloud anymore. Let him recover for a while and take him to our shuttle.” Mrs. Balon looked satisfied again, reverting to her usual aloof demeanor. She said, “Hans, take care of him. Monica, comfort him.”

“Yes.” Monica looked very sad, with a faint glimmer of tears in her eyes, but she dared not let Mrs. Balon see. She quietly lowered her head, discreetly wiping the corner of her eye.

The guards released Wu Chenghe. Due to the consciousness interference, his cerebellum was a bit unbalanced, and he leaned against the wall, shivering. Monica came over to help him, but he resolutely pushed her away, leaning against the wall with his legs, taking deep breaths, trying hard to calm his consciousness cloud.

Soon, his eyes returned to normal. Scanning the audience, he saw Chen Miaomiao’s face was ashen, screaming and trying to rush over, but the guards stopped him, as well as a few classmates who were close to him, all looking worried. Only Lancer, with a smug expression on her face, sneered at him with crossed arms.

Finally, his gaze settled on Mu, exchanging a profound communication with him before slowly lowering his eyes.

Everything was over.

“Dean Mu, how do you explain this? Your academy actually harbors a guide.” Mrs. Balon ordered someone to take Wu Chenghe away, then turned to Mu, “Did you never notice his anomaly?”

Mu stood there, expressionless, his face pale with despair. He didn’t answer Mrs. Balon’s question but asked back, “What anomaly does he have? And why should I notice his anomaly?”

Mrs. Balon was speechless. After all, Icarus butterfly guides were very good at hiding. After a pause, she smiled and said, “Yes, invisible guides are indeed difficult to detect. Let me help you, Dean. While my students are here, let them thoroughly filter through your academy to prevent any oversight of others. Guides are too precious; each one can bring endless hope to the Federation.”

“Yes,” Mu mocked, “If not for the deaths of millions, how could they be so precious?”

Mrs. Balon’s smile faded, her face turning cold. She said, “If you don’t object, I’ll take it as consent. Someone…”

“I object.” Mu interrupted her, his voice as cold as ice, “If you want to conduct a terror search of my academy under the guise of this incident, please submit an application to the Ministry of Education and Aston Head Office first. If they agree, then you can come, but please, inform me in advance, and I’ll resign.”

A flash of anger crossed Mrs. Balon’s face. She was about to speak when Minnie, who was supporting Mu, suddenly exclaimed, “Blood! Heaven! Dean, you’re bleeding!”

 

 

 

 

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