Chapter 1 School Days

As a self-taught prodigy, Li Ang quite enjoyed studying medicine on his own. Robert Liston, a British surgeon from the early 19th century, was the one who inspired Li Ang to embark on the path of medicine.

In 19th-century Europe, anesthesia had not yet been invented. To minimize the patient's struggles, surgeons had to complete operations as quickly as possible.

Dr. Liston was a highly skilled and swift surgeon, averaging just two and a half minutes to amputate a leg. His fastest amputation took only 28 seconds, earning him the reputation of "the fastest knife in the West End of London."

However, while Dr. Liston was fast, his accuracy left something to be desired.

In one surgery, Dr. Liston skillfully removed a patient's leg in just two and a half minutes. As a bonus, he also accidentally cut off the patient's innocent testicles, castrating him on the spot.

Another time, a young boy had a red lump on his neck. Dr. Liston's intern asked him if it was a skin abscess or a dangerous carotid aneurysm.

Dr. Liston, believing that a child so young couldn't possibly have an aneurysm, rudely dismissed the intern. He made a swift incision, only to see arterial blood gush out, and the patient died instantly.

In a third well-known case, Dr. Liston perfectly amputated a patient's leg but, using too much force, also severed his assistant's finger and slashed the coat of a surgical bystander.

As a result, the patient subsequently died of gangrene, and the assistant whose finger was cut off also died of gangrene.

And the unfortunate gentleman whose coat was merely slashed, died of fright.

One swift cut took three lives.

This was probably the only successful surgery in history with a mortality rate of 300%.

Dr. Liston's glorious achievements have always inspired Li Ang to pursue a career in medicine.

Unfortunately, Dr. Cang Xiu was not only unwilling to provide him with corpses for dissection but also adamantly refused to allow Li Ang to enter the school infirmary during his working hours.

He feared that he would suffer a cerebral hemorrhage one day.

In short, as a normal person, school doctor Cang Xiu always kept a respectful distance from Li Ang.

But now, with leaders, school officials, and parent representatives watching intently on the edge of the playground, he had walked up to Li Ang and couldn't ignore this "innocent student who had fainted."

"Can you hear me, student?"

Dr. Cang Xiu, wearing a mask, said in a muffled voice.

"Yes." Li Ang's lips were pale. He grabbed the school doctor's collar and said with difficulty, "Ah, Dr. Cang, it's you. Am I going to die...?"

Damn it, you can recognize me even when I'm wearing a mask and hat?

Cang Xiu's face was covered in black lines. "Li Ang, don't overact... You're just exhausted."

Li Ang shook his head and tremblingly took out a few yuan from his pocket. "Dr. Cang, this is my monthly dues."

I told you not to overact!

Cang Xiu, feeling a tightness in his balls and chrysanthemum, was quite noble and didn't embezzle Li Ang's few yuan. He directly took a bottle of blue and white unlabeled energy drink and poured it into Li Ang's mouth.

This energy drink was developed by the Academy of Sciences, and a quarter of a bottle was enough to support an adult male's physical activity for a day.

Giving it to an exhausted student would probably only require one-tenth of a bottle.

Cang Xiu had been squatting on the ground, helping Li Ang drink the energy drink, but the seemingly exhausted Li Ang, drawing strength from who knows where, directly took the bottle and kept gulping it down.

Cang Xiu watched in astonishment as Li Ang drank half a bottle of the drink, looking at him with bright eyes, "Is there any more?"

"No more."

Cang Xiu snatched back the drink bottle, watching Li Ang spring up from the ground with a carp-like leap, full of vigor, his face glowing. While doing some boxing movements, he chanted, "Shaolin Kung Fu is good~ Really good~ Shaolin Kung Fu is awesome, really awesome."

Well... this energy drink with no trademark, no production date, and no place of production is really effective.

After drinking half a bottle, his mind was much clearer, and the fatigue in his limbs and torso had subsided a lot.

"The Special Affairs Bureau does have some tricks up its sleeve."

After finishing a set of unknown military exercises, Li Ang silently finished the last movement, thinking to himself.

"Maybe after a while, the Special Affairs Bureau will sell 'special products,' including this energy drink, to independent players who have a cooperative relationship with the Special Affairs Bureau,

to promote cooperation between the two parties and attract players to join the Special Affairs Bureau."

Official organizations with the support of an entire national machine are always more powerful than individual, fragmented player groups.

The two sides have never been equal in terms of information, resources, and force.

Perhaps only when the Killing Game progresses to the middle and late stages, when players can withstand main battle tank shells, survive carpet bombing, and evade precision ballistic missile strikes, will the two sides have the bargaining power for equal negotiation.

Li Ang pondered for a while about the future development direction of society under the Killing Game background, and found that the students had all stood up from the lawn again, so he rejoined the team for physical training.

With the help of special drugs, these high school students ended their two-hour physical education class with a "not good-looking but barely passable" attitude.

After a brutal exercise,

even the adolescent boys who previously loved firearm shooting and full armor combat could not muster any interest, and lowered their heads, fearing tomorrow's field training.

During this physical education class, Li Ang always controlled his efforts, keeping his training results at a mediocre level, and successfully muddled through.

When it was time to leave school, the school gate was crowded with parents preparing to pick up their children,

These parents learned that there was physical training today, and fearing that their children would be exhausted, insisted on coming to school to pick them up.

If the school hadn't repeatedly ordered that no one could drive over today, the entrance of the Experimental High School would probably have been blocked by a flood of vehicles.

Li Ang looked at the warm and harmonious families in front of him, calmly walking in the crowded crowd, even having the time to take out his mobile phone and browse the web.

The chaos caused by various changes made even the most insensitive people realize that something was wrong.

Combined with the increasingly tense international situation, netizens with wild imaginations discussed whether a war was coming,

such as "Full-band Blocking Interference" between countries, "Terminator" between humans and intelligent machines, or even "X-Men" between humans and mutants...

The moment his left foot stepped out of the school gate, the system prompt sounded in his ears again.

Mission trigger conditions have been met

Mission type: Scripted Mission

Mission name: Campus Memories