I’m In Charge of SCP

Happy days are always short. In life, tomorrow and accidents always don't know which will come first.

Mr. Chen fell ill, a little suddenly.

Cerebral thrombosis, if the neighbors hadn't discovered it early, it is estimated that the person would have died.

It is said that the person was rescued, but the situation is still not optimistic. The hospital has issued critical illness notices several times.

It was already the afternoon of the third day when Zhang Jue got the news.

He and Yang Xue came to Jiangzhou First People's Hospital together.

Guan Peng was sitting outside the ward, his expression was not very good, he probably didn't sleep much in the past two days.

Uncle Guan, Mr. Chen...how is he? Yang Xue asked.

Guan Peng, who already had some gray hair, sighed. It seemed that the situation was not optimistic.

Zhang Jue patted him on the shoulder: It's good that he's still here.

Guan Peng could only nod his head.

Several people came to the ward.

The old man has already woken up, but his spirit is a little listless.

Seeing Zhang Jue and Yang Xue coming, he pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, and was about to speak, when he saw Guan Peng, his face darkened again: Why are you crying, I'm not dead yet!

Both of Guan Peng's parents died since he was a child, and he was brought up by Mr. Chen, who taught him all his kung fu.

To him, Mr. Chen is both a teacher and a father.

If it weren't for Mr. Chen, he would have died long ago, let alone become the captain of the MTF.

Mr. Chen is a martial arts practitioner, and his physique is very good, so he didn't care about it. He didn't expect that when he got sick, it would be so serious.

Guan Peng blamed himself a little.

Seeing Guan Peng being scolded, Zhang Jue and Yang Xue hurried forward to help, one squeezed the waist and the other beat the leg, and then Mr. Chen calmed down.

The two talked with the old man for a while, and the old man seemed to be in a better mood, but the doctor had already told him to, so they didn't talk for too long.

Zhang Jue thought that the old man would gradually get better, but he didn't expect that this was the last time they saw him.

In the early morning of the next day, the old man left in his sleep.

According to the doctor, there was no pain.

The old man had no children, and the funeral was simple. Only Zhang Jue, Yang Xue, Guan Peng, and a few familiar neighbors were buried directly on the mountainside behind the village.

Guan Peng poured a glass of wine in front of his grave, but did not speak.

Neither he nor the old man are talkative people.

Zhang Jue lit another cigarette and placed it in front of the old man's grave.

The old man has been free and easy all his life, even if he was defeated at the peak, it didn't dust his mood in the slightest.

Probably his only regret was not being able to see Guan Peng get married and have children.

It's not that Guan Peng doesn't know, but his job is too dangerous, and he has lost half of his face, so he really feels embarrassed to harm other girls.

The old man didn't have any relics, only a few books left, which looked quite ordinary, not like some martial arts cheats, so Guan Peng gave each of Zhang Jue and Yang Xue a copy as a souvenir.

Human life is still too fragile. The death of Mr. Chen made Zhang Jue silent for a while.

But life has to pass, and Zhang Jue is not someone who will always be immersed in sadness.

Soon, he was overwhelmed by the Foundation's work again.

On this day, another uninvited visitor came to site14, with blonde hair and blue eyes. It is estimated that another site encountered some trouble.

Zhang Jue was about to run away, but found that others were not looking for him.

Excuse me, is Dr. Yang Xue here?

He speaks fluent Chinese.

Zhang Jue blinked.

Seeing that Zhang Jue didn't recognize him, the man took out his ID from his pocket and handed it to him.

My Chinese name is Tang Mo. My Chinese name is Tang Mo. I had the honor to discuss several issues with Dr. Yang Xue at an academic exchange meeting. This time, I came to ask her for help on behalf of the headquarters.

I see.

Zhang Jue looked him up and down,

He checked his ID carefully again, and then shouted: Dr. Yang Da, your old friend is here!

There are many sites under the jurisdiction of the foundation, and the talents in them are different. When encountering difficulties, it is common to ask each other for help in private.

But if the headquarters directly sends someone to the site for secondment, it means that the matter has reached the point where it must be resolved.

The special commissioner from the headquarters talked with Huang Xingwen, the station manager, for an hour. They called Yang Xue into the office, talked for another hour, and did not leave until evening.

After dinner, Zhang Jue went to the roof to blow some air, only to find that Yang Xue was already there.

This can be regarded as a little tacit understanding between the two.

Wow, what a coincidence. Zhang Jue walked to Yang Xue and leaned against the railing beside her, The sun is quite round tonight.

Yang Xue glanced at him: Are there any new words?

Yes. Zhang Jue smiled, I am boiled water and you are instant noodles, I am nine and you are three.

Yang Xue froze for a moment, then sighed: Boring.

Zhang Jue shrugged: Let's get down to business, what is your old friend doing here today?

Ignoring Zhang Jue's weird address, Yang Xue said, They are in trouble and want me to help them.

Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows: What a coincidence, you also have a younger sister outside? Does she want to see you too?

Yang Xue gave him a white look.

Zhang Jue chuckled.

Yang Xue is a double Ph.D. in biology and organic chemistry, and she is considered a top talent in the entire foundation system, otherwise the headquarters would not have promoted her.

This time the headquarters specially sent someone to pick her up, probably there was indeed some unsolvable problem.

As for the specifics, Yang Xue didn't say anything, and Zhang Jue didn't ask.

Yang Xue is already the deputy director of the experiment at site14, she has her own pride.

Now that the chick is confident, let her go.

The two said goodbye to each other, and Yang Xue set off the next day.

Looking at her back, Zhang Jue was suddenly annoyed that he should have installed a GPS tracker on her as well.

Time passed day by day, and a week later, that blond guy came to site14 again.

The first person I saw was still Zhang Jue.

Is your old friend here? Zhang Jue said, Isn't she already picked up by you, she hasn't come back yet.

Tang Mo said: Consultant Zhang, I'm here to find you this time.

In the stationmaster's office, Zhang Jue was sitting on a chair.

Huang Xingwen and Tang Mo looked at him eagerly.

as usual.

Is something wrong with that chick? You came here to ask me to save her, right? I knew she was unreliable.

Zhang Jue sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, with an expression I knew a long time ago, expressing his disdain for such a clichéd plot.

However, Tang Mo shook his head: On the contrary, Dr. Yang helped us a lot after arriving at the scene. Under her leadership, our research has made great progress.

Huh? Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows, So why did you come to see me? Notify me of praise?

Tang Mo sighed: Because we encountered a new problem and couldn't solve it, we asked the headquarters for help, but the reply from the headquarters was only two words——Consultant Zhang, your name.

This statement sounds cool, as if he is the savior, but Zhang Jue is no longer someone who can be fooled by such tricks.

He said: It's not impossible to help you, can you tell me about the situation?

Tang Mo's expression was tangled, and it seemed that there was something hidden.

Zhang Jue shrugged: Forget it then. Hey, to tell you the truth, I am very busy discussing life, ideals and children's education with those young female researchers every day.

Seeing that he was about to leave with his butt lifted, Tang Mo hurriedly glanced at the station master Huang Xingwen.

But Zhang Jue was directly under the O5 council, and Huang Xingwen couldn't command him, so he could only pretend he didn't see it.

Tang Mo was so forced that he had no choice but to say, Consultant Zhang, please wait a moment——Okay, let me say.

Zhang Jue turned to look at him.

Tang Mo said: Consultant Zhang, do you know Clarminda?

Craminder? The name seems familiar.

Zhang Jue thought for a while before he remembered that when he was eating in the cafeteria of the foundation, he saw an international news saying that the residents of the small town of Clamida in the U.S. had been infected with the plague, and the whole town had been sealed off. No one is allowed in or out.

Needless to say, there is a problem with this look.

Zhang Jue nodded and motioned for him to continue.

The residents of Claminder are not infected with the plague.

Tang Mo's expression became weird, as if what he was going to say next made him feel a little uncomfortable.

They... they all became 'devils'.