Extraordinary Seas

Blood and Wine2

There are numerous research topics related to sentinels and guides, among which "sea territory" is an extremely important one.

The term "sea territory" was formally coined by German psychiatrist Professor Louis Yang to refer to the spiritual domain of sentinels and guides in the late 19th century. At that time, German psychiatry held a dominant position worldwide, thus solidifying the nomenclature of "sea territory".

As sentinels and guides possess strong spiritual abilities, "sea territory stability" has become a crucial aspect of the study of sea territory. This has led to the emergence of spiritual moderators who specialize in addressing issues related to "sea territory".

Thomas said, "Director Gao, I can't do it. If it's a mental illness, go see a psychiatrist. I'm a spiritual moderator, I can only provide guidance and regulation, I can't treat illnesses."

"This isn't a mental illness," Dean said, gently coughing to indicate to Thomas to flip to the last page of the report.

Attached to the last page were several test results, which showed that the doctor did not exhibit any observable mental abnormalities.

Thomas looked perplexed and picked up the papers again, unable to contain his curiosity.

The doctor, named Peng Hu from the 267 Military District General Hospital, was a guide with rich clinical experience. Despite having no mental abnormalities, he claimed to have seen hallucinations, leading him to believe that there was an issue with his "sea territory".

Dean sipped his tea contentedly while watching Thomas frown and scrutinize the report.

After a moment, Thomas set down the papers and tried to decline again, "I haven't dealt with such a case before, I can't do it."

Dean waved his hand dismissively, as if to brush away Thomas's objections.

"We all know the significance of the 267 Military District General Hospital. If a doctor from that hospital is experiencing issues, it is indeed a matter for the Crisis Management Office to handle. Are you a part of the Crisis Management Office? Are you the only spiritual moderator in the Crisis Management Office?" Dean asked.

Thomas fell silent.

Dean continued, "Although the Spiritual Moderation Department hasn't been officially established yet, I have always had high hopes for you. Not just me, but those higher up also want this matter resolved swiftly. Thomas, you can do it, right?"

"Can I go back to the archives?" Thomas asked.

Dean avoided a direct answer, "Thomas, I've known you for many years, and I know you're a quiet person who keeps everything to yourself. This is an opportunity for you to step out and show your abilities. Young man, there's a wide world waiting for you outside. Working in the archives is a waste of your talents."

Dean maintained control of the conversation, and Thomas finally fell silent, realizing he had no grounds to object.

"Alright," Thomas said, gathering Peng Hu's statements. "I'll contact my friends and go to the 267 Military District General Hospital to understand the situation."

It was only after he stood up that he realized he seemed to be a one-man team.

"Of course, we have staff members, and they're all very capable," Dean assured him.

Thomas considered for a moment and said, "Not Gary."

Dean paused mid-sip, his face breaking into a mysterious smile. "Do you have any issues with Bai Xiaoyuan? It's important to maintain positive relationships with your colleagues. I think Xiao Bai is quite good, she's smart and efficient."

Thomas rubbed his forehead and added, "Alright, then not Tang Cuo."

Dean's smile grew warmer. "Do you have a problem with Tang Cuo? Thomas, you need to reflect on yourself. Tang Cuo is an easy-going person who is diligent and conscientious. If there are any issues between you, communicate openly and honestly."

Thomas was at a loss for words. "Who else? Just tell me all of them, Director Gao."

"There's also an excellent sentinel being transferred from another office who will report for work this afternoon. I'll introduce you two then," Dean said, shaking his head.

Thomas had a feeling that this sentinel would be just as troublesome as Gary and Tang Cuo. He forced a smile and his expectations were lower than a paramecium's.

As he turned the key to unlock his electric bike, Thomas temporarily set aside his thoughts about Gary and Tang Cuo and quickly reviewed his conversation with Dean in his mind.

It was clear to him that he had been set up by Dean.

The Spiritual Moderation Department seemed like a redundant department created to appease the higher-ups. Dean had stuffed it with underperforming staff members and conveniently put Thomas, who was difficult to manage, in charge of them.

Despite holding a professional qualification as a spiritual moderator, Thomas had never properly utilized his skills.

The examination for spiritual moderators was notoriously difficult, and there were only five registered individuals in the country, with Thomas being one of them.

He was currently the only guide in the Crisis Management Office capable of performing diving, deep diving, patrolling, and even interrogation in others' "sea territories".

However, as most sentinels in the Crisis Management Office already had guides as partners, and guides could also self-moderate, Thomas had yet to play a significant role apart from annually diving into the "sea territories" of new employees as part of the procedural requirement.

Diving into someone's "sea territory" was not a pleasant experience for Thomas. He always felt that he was rudely invading someone's privacy by peering into their secrets and emotions.

He was genuinely upset and angry about Dean's arrangement, but he didn't show it on his face.

His biggest regret was that he hadn't had the chance to finish reading everything in the archives.

As he rode away from the Crisis Management Office on his electric bike, Thomas caught a glimpse of a tall man in a black leather jacket leaning against the window of the reception room, chatting with the receptionist and asking for a cigarette. Thomas could only see his profile, with a straight and prominent nose.

A large lion was lying by the entrance of the reception room, yawning with its mouth wide open.

"Thomas, going out?" the receptionist called out.

"On an errand," Thomas replied.

The electric bike bumped over a speed bump, and the stranger turned his head to look at him twice. Thomas didn't notice.

The 267 Military District General Hospital was a specialized hospital for exceptional humans, with a moderate-sized premises, clear regional divisions, and even medical areas underground for those who lived there.

The hospital had strict security measures. Visitors had to scan their ID cards, and those identified as exceptional humans had to undergo additional checks, such as sentinels and guides releasing their spirit animals for verification.

Thomas encountered a slight delay at the entrance but soon found himself being greeted by Yan Hong, his college classmate, who now worked in the hospital's administrative department.

"Let's have a date tonight! I'll treat you to dinner," Yan Hong said enthusiastically, draping his arm over Thomas's shoulder.

Thomas shrugged him off, "What are we having? The hospital cafeteria?"

"Our cafeteria is famous both inside and outside the hospital. Patients and their families who have been discharged often come back just for a taste of our daily set meals," Yan Hong boasted, making a gesture as if cutting open a patient's chest.

"After I understand the situation, I have to go back to the office," Thomas said, cutting to the chase. "So, who is Doctor Peng Hu exactly in your hospital?"

"The best thoracic surgeon in our hospital," Yan Hong replied, still making the cutting gesture. "Patients waiting for his surgeries are lining up. Just a couple of days ago, the CEO of some listed company was in urgent need of surgery, and Doctor Peng was his attending physician. Now that Doctor Peng is facing issues, he can't perform surgeries."

Thomas understood the urgency now: the Crisis Management Office was being pressured by the patients who were eagerly waiting for Peng Hu's surgeries, which explained why he was being tasked with this matter before the formal establishment of the Spiritual Moderation Department.

"Bureaucratic," Thomas muttered.

"Exactly, bureaucratic," Yan Hong agreed, draping his arm over Thomas's shoulder again. "Now let me show you the bureaucratic operating room."

Instead of heading towards the outpatient building or the inpatient building, Yan Hong led Thomas to a small, three-story building behind the medical technology building.

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