Chapter 2 prelude

The doctor's name is Shallows Deepwater Forwards Deep Waters. Because it is a soul that is by its nature a composite of all the good things: compassion, fortitude and tolerance, integrity, virtuousness, and love. Anxiety was an unusual emotion for Forwards Deep Waters, and anger was even rarer.However, because Feverz Deep Waters lives in a human body, such emotions are sometimes unavoidable. Hearing the humming whispers of the healing students coming from the far corner of the operating room, he pressed his lips together into a hard line. It's a rather dissonant expression on lips that often show a smile.

Darren, his full-time assistant, saw his stiff expression and patted him on the shoulder lightly. They're just curious, Furvoz.he said softly. One implant is hardly an interesting or challenging procedure.In an emergency, any soul can perform such an operation even on the street, and today there is nothing for them to learn by observing.Furvoz was surprised to hear his sharp voice replace his usual calm and soothing voice. They had never seen an adult human before.Darren said. Furworth raised an eyebrow: were they blind enough to see each other's faces?Don't they have mirrors?

You know what I mean - a primitive, soulless yet, a member of the Resistance. Forwards stared at the body of the unconscious girl lying on the operating table.Pity filled his heart when he thought of her bruised and frail physical condition when the hunters brought her to the treatment room.She endured such great pain... Of course she was in good shape now—completely healed, and Furvoz could make sure of that. She looked just like any of us, Furworth said to Darren in a low voice. We all have human faces, and when she wakes up, she will be one of us. That's what excites them, that's all.

The souls we implant today deserve more respect, at least a little more respect than being gawked at like this and watching her take over the host's body.While she's getting used to it, she's got so much going on that it just isn't fair to put her through it.By all this, he didn't mean to be stared blankly, Furvoz heard his own tone sharpen again. Darren patted him on the shoulder again: Everything will be fine, the hunter needs information, and... When the word hunter was mentioned, Forwards gave Darren an angry look, and Darren was instantly stunned. Sorry, Furvoz immediately apologized, I didn't mean to react so negatively, just because I was worried about this soul.

His gaze moved to the cryostat on the shelf next to the operating table. The indicator light on the cryostat glowed a steady, dark red, indicating that it had been taken over by a spirit and was in hibernation. This soul had been singled out for this task, Darren reassured him, she was the best of us—braver than most other souls, and her story spoke for itself.I believe she is a volunteer, if able to ask her. Which of us is not a volunteer if asked to do something for the benefit of more people?But is that really the case here?Is this serving the public interest?The question now is not whether she did it voluntarily, but whether it makes sense for any soul to suffer.

The students in the Department of Therapy were also discussing dormant souls, and Furvoz could clearly hear their whispers; as they became more and more excited, their volume also rose, and their voices became louder. She has lived on six planets. I heard it was seven. I heard that she has never lived in the same type of host for two terms. Is that possible? She has been almost everything, flowers, bears, spiders... seaweed, bats... There are even dragons! I don't believe it - it can't be seven planets. There are at least seven of them, and she starts with the progenitor planet.

really?The ancestor planet? Please be quiet!If you can't watch quietly with a professional eye, then I'm going to have to ask you to get out," Furvoz interrupted. The six students fell silent all of a sudden, and in an awkward and embarrassing atmosphere, they turned sideways and left quietly one by one. Let's start the surgery, Darren. Everything was ready, and the necessary medicines were placed with the girl.Her long black hair was tightly wrapped by a surgical cap, and her slender neck was exposed.Under deep anesthesia, her breathing was steady and slow.There was barely a scar on her bronzed skin to show the... accident she had suffered.

Darren, please begin the melting process now. The gray-haired assistant was already waiting next to the cryostat, his hand resting on the cryostat's temperature control dial, popping off the safety latch and turning the temperature control dial down.The red light on the top of the small off-white gas tank began to blink, and as each second passed, its refresh rate became faster and faster, and its color was constantly changing. Furvoz's attention was focused on the unconscious body; with gentle but precise movements, he cut open the skin at the base of the patient's skull with his scalpel, spraying the wound with medicine to stop it before he continued to widen the incision. Excessive blood spilled.Furvoz deftly got under the neck muscles, taking care not to injure them, exposing the pale bone at the top of the spine.

The soul is ready, Furvoz.Darren reported to him. Me too, bring her. Forwards felt Darren's wrist touch him, and he didn't even need to look at him to know that his assistant was about to be ready. He reached out to take it, and waited for Darren to finish the operation.They have been working together for many years, and they have a tacit understanding between each other that ordinary people don't have.Forwards propped open the surgical incision. Send her into a new home.he said softly. Darren's hand came into view, and in the palm of his hand was an awakened spirit that shone with silver light.

Even though Fervoz has seen countless souls as a physician, he still couldn't help but be shocked by the beauty displayed by the soul this time. The soul shone brighter in the light of the operating room than the silver reflections of the surgical tools in the doctor's hands.She was so happy to be released from the cryogenic tank that she rolled, twisted, stretched and stretched like a living satin.Her thousands of slender, soft feathers swayed gently like pale silver hair.Though all the souls Furvoz Deep Waters had ever seen were beautiful, this one looked particularly graceful. He wasn't the only one who had this reaction, he heard Darren's slight sigh and heard murmurs of admiration from the students.

Darren placed the tiny shiny creature gently into the wound Fervoz had made on the human girl's neck.The soul slipped fluidly into the incision gap provided for it, incorporating itself into what was to her an alien lifeform, and Furvoz admired the dexterity with which she occupied this new home.She used the tentacles to tightly wrap around the nerve center, and part of it extended to a deeper place that Furvoz couldn't see, winding up and down into the brain, controlling the optic nerve and the inner ear canal.She moves very quickly and firmly.In the blink of an eye, only a small section of her glistening body was visible. well done.Furvoz whispered to her that he knew she couldn't hear him yet.The human girl was the one with the ears, and she was still sound asleep. Then there's the routine of getting the job done.He cleaned and sewed up the wound, applied ointment to the closed incision after the soul entered to keep it out of contact with the air, and then brushed a layer of wound softening powder on the scar left on her neck. Your surgery was flawless and thoughtful as always.said his assistant.For some reason that Fowz couldn't understand, he kept the name of his human host—Darren, and it has not been changed. Forwards sighed: And I am very sorry for what I did today. You are just doing what a physician should do. Healing also deals damage, which is an extremely rare case. Darren started to clean up the work area, looking like he didn't know how to respond.Forwards was doing his job, and for Darren, that was enough. But for Forwards Deep Waters, all this is not enough, to be a real doctor is the meaning of his life.He stared worriedly at the body of the human woman, who was sleeping peacefully, knowing full well that this peace would be shattered the moment she woke up.All the terror of the young girl's destruction would be borne by the innocent soul he had just put inside her. He bent down and whispered softly in the human's ear, and Fervoz desperately wished that the spirit within could hear him now. Good luck, wanderer, good luck, but how I hope you don't need it.