The Perfect Personality

My name is Liu Fenglin. I am a doctor, yes, I am a born doctor, and the best one.

When I was very little, I don't remember exactly how old I started, anyway very young, I already had extremely high medical talents, and was determined to become a top anatomist.

In my childhood, I liked to practice on animals. Perhaps it was an innate gift, the first time I dissected a fish, it went very smoothly and professionally.

At that time, I completely and thoroughly separated the fish's scales, gills, fins, meat, internal organs, etc., and kept them very intact.

I really enjoyed that feeling, didn't feel bored at all. I felt like the fish I handled had become a perfect work of art, beautiful and touching.

Since then, the fish at home were all handled by me. My parents were very happy, especially my mother. She didn't have to deal with it herself, and I handled it very well.

Oh, my mother was a teacher who taught chemistry, and my father was a doctor. They were both technical experts in their respective fields.

My parents were not the kind of people who loved money very much, or cared much about fame and status. But they were both very dedicated to their own professions, and I really admired my parents.

Since then, I started helping my family handle livestock. I started with fish, then chickens, ducks, geese and so on. If my family had raised pigs, I would have wanted to handle pigs too. I thought that would be wonderful.

By the time I was in junior high, my medical talents had already emerged. For anything related to medicine, especially anatomy, I grasped it almost immediately, some even came to me intuitively without a teacher.

At that time, I was a so-called genius at school. I didn't care much about these empty reputations, but there were benefits too. The school and my family were very supportive of me.

Especially my dad. When he learned of my dream to become the best doctor, he was overjoyed. That pride and joy was obvious to everyone.

From then on, every weekend, my dad took me to the hospital to learn. Of course, I was still young then, and shouldn't be looking at some gory and terrifying things.

Strangely though, I didn't feel any fear at all, I just didn't want to get it on myself. Imagining being covered in blood made me feel creeped out and very uncomfortable.

So after I stared intently at a traffic accident patient once, my dad felt I was different from other kids, and allowed me to observe cadavers and living patients.

Of course, just to be safe, my parents still took me to see a psychologist because of my peculiarity of having no reaction at all to the gory and terrifying, which was not normal. They worried there might be something wrong with me.

I felt it was very annoying and ridiculous. How could there be anything wrong with me? That was just professional respect and etiquette, and as for the age issue, maybe it was because I was a genius.

This was proven right, after examining me, the bald psychologist said there was nothing wrong with me. I strongly agreed, and felt this doctor was decent, not a quack.

In those 6 years from junior high to high school, I progressed very quickly. I had seen almost all the big and small surgeries and cases, and remembered every one.

Moreover, I self-studied a lot of anatomical knowledge. I felt I could graduate already, without needing to go to school anymore.

Actually there's something I didn't tell anyone. Once I secretly went to the morgue at the hospital and dissected a corpse.

Wow, that was the most blissful experience I'd had growing up. It was magnificent. I took out its heart, liver, then put them back and stitched it up.

The whole process went smoothly. There wasn't the slightest mistake, which didn't surprise me at all, because I was professional, the most professional.

When it was time for college, I had no interest in the college entrance exam, and didn't need to care about it, because I had already been guaranteed admission to Longhu Medical College, which made perfect sense.

During college, I shuttled between the labs and the library, occasionally doing internships at the hospital. Of course, meanwhile, I would also find ways to get some corpses to practice on, which was my only hobby.

As for things like dating, recreational activities, making friends and whatnot, I don't want to talk about them. I don't want to waste time and energy on such boring stuff.

To me, only dissection and surgery were the highlights of life, the things I pursued, the ultimate romance and art.

I really disliked other doctors. Very few doctors earned my approval, almost none, including my dad.

When I was little, I still thought my dad was a great doctor. But growing up I realized I was wrong. When they performed surgery and dissection, they were too unprofessional, I couldn't stand it.

Can you imagine, sometimes they would just wash their hands before cutting, without washing their face and hair. Some even wore used masks.

I really couldn't tolerate it. It was almost an insult to art, a mockery and slander of dissection.

What I found most intolerable was that some of them would actually laugh during surgery! I really wanted to ask them, what are you doing, how can you laugh, are you confused? This is a dissection, a surgery.

This is the most sacred thing in the world, how can you be in the mood to laugh.

After graduation, I joined the best hospital in Longhu, and became a doctor. And in just two short years, I became the chief surgeon. I didn't feel proud, it was very normal.

Since I didn't like them, I kept a distance with everyone. Actually I wanted to kill them, but I'm not crazy, I just thought about it, especially wanted to, I felt they were all desecrating surgery and dissection.

After two years at the hospital, I wouldn't say it went well. I could never fully utilize my skills. Plus there were too many hospital rules, and I had to handle interpersonal relationships. It was so annoying, it made me want to kill people.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before the hospital found an excuse to fire me. At the same time, Boss Wen approached me, wanting me to work for him. I agreed without hesitation.

I still remember asking him, "Can I do as I wish? Can I experiment on living bodies? Can I just focus on dissection without worrying about anything else?"

Boss Wen told me, "Yes, as long as you work for me, you don't need to think about anything else."

I'm not stupid. I knew what kind of person he was, what kind of work he did, and that my parents were already under his control. If I didn't agree, they would be threatened.

But I didn't care. All I wanted was to fully utilize my skills and realize my art. Breaking the law? So what, I didn't really care.

Boss Wen was true to his word. He provided me with the most professional lab, cutting-edge equipment, and everything I asked for.

What delighted me the most was that there really were living bodies for me to dissect. It was just great. I was like a beggar who had been starving for decades, and saw a feast. I simply couldn't control myself.