After entering the new year, the first five days passed quickly.
It had been fifteen days since the end of the Dreamlands. In half a month, the Nightmare Illness had disappeared without a trace. The communication at Eastern State continued to be tightly monitored. The Medical Department's focus had been shifted to the patients' rehabilitation and related research.
The forty-seven dreamers had been released from quarantine the day before. Their physical condition was still fine, other than a few of the older ones who showed signs of mental weakness.
However, compared to the number of people who had died in the line of duty due to the Nightmare Illness, mental exhaustion was nothing.
This time, there were fifty-six medical workers and seventy-two workers from the Research Department and Action Department. Eight of them died in the line of duty. The rest received lobotomies, including Professor Qin, Zhou Jiaqiang, and Zhu Ruiwen.
Another twenty-three medical workers suffered mental trauma during the surgery. Four of them died in the line of duty. Song Yilong, Chen Xinfeng, Guo Jun, and Huang Yanyu were all involved in the first surgery. In the end, the ICU failed to save them.
One hundred and ninety-nine people were heavily injured, and twelve died. Including the Special Mobile Force member, Gu Jun, there were thirteen people who had died in the line of duty.
There was a hall at the Medical Department's base. It was decorated in a modern style. It could accommodate nine hundred people, and it was used for various ceremonies and activities. However, the hall was decorated in a solemn manner. A black curtain was hung on the stage, and wreaths of flowers were placed around the stage.
There were more than nine hundred seats below the stage, and all of them were already occupied by guests dressed in black.
This was a memorial service held by Phecda for those who had died in the line of duty. It was being broadcasted live to the headquarters and all the police stations around the country.
Above the stage, the pictures of the thirteen people who had died in the line of duty hung side by side. Below the picture frame was the 'Medal of Honor' that they had just received from Phecda. The circular medal was a recognition for those who had died in the line of duty. It was exquisitely carved, the symbol of Phecda.
In the pictures, they were all wearing white coats. Some were smiling, while others looked calm.
In the photo in the middle, there was a smiling face of the youngest person in the group.
Other than the medal of honor, there was a higher grade medal in the shape of a star. It was golden in color and had red stripes. It was the Phecda Medal. It was awarded to those who had made great contributions to Phecda. Those who had received the Phecda Medal were all important people.
Due to Gu Jun's contribution in the Malformed Banyan Disease and Nightmare Illness, and the fact that he had brought a spell book to Phecda, the department had no objections to giving him this medal.
A statue of him would be erected outside the Eastern State Medical Department's Surgical Building. That had already been decided.
However, he and the other faces were no longer in this world.
At this time, the emcee, Yao Sinian, walked to the small podium next to the stage and announced the start of the memorial service. Mournful music immediately sounded in the auditorium.
There was no need for Yao Sinian to say anything. More than nine hundred people stood up and bowed their heads slightly towards the thirteen faces, paying their respects and observing a moment of silence.
Phecda Phecda Phecda. Phecda Phecda Phecda
The relatives, friends, and colleagues of these heroes who had died in the line of duty sat in the front row of the auditorium. After this period of calming down, they were still able to suppress the sadness in their hearts, but now, perhaps because the mournful music was too sad, their eyes turned red and tears welled up.
It wasn't until the moment of silence ended and the mourning music stopped, that they sat back in their chairs and felt a little better.
"Honored guests." Yao Sinian began to recite the eulogy in a hoarse voice, his aged face wrinkling from time to time. "I'm 62 years old this year. The average age of the 13 comrades who sacrificed themselves is 38 years old, and the youngest is only 21 years old. But their willpower and courage are not something an old man like me can compare to. They are our role models. "
The crowd was silent as they listened to Yao Sinian's words, mourning the martyrs, Song Yilong, Guo Jun …
The atmosphere in the auditorium became more and more gloomy. In the end, it was time to mourn for Gu Jun.
At that moment, Professor Qin, Professor Gu, Tong Ye, Xue Ba, Lou Xiaoning, Uncle Dan, Wang Ruoxiang, Wu Shiyu, and Cai Zixuan were all staring at the smiling face in the picture.
The forty-seven Dreamers knew what had happened. Those who did not know the details knew that Gu Jun had traded his life for victory. The Phecda Medal explained everything.
"Before Gu Jun left for Wrangel Island, he wrote down a publicly accessible will." Yao Sinian said, "I will now read it to you."
Gu Jun had no family present but he had respected seniors, close friends, and comrades who had gone through thick and thin with him. Their hearts squeezed.
It was too cruel to ask any of them to read it, so it was a normal male member from the Recreational Department who walked to the podium.
With everyone watching, the member picked up a page of the letter and started to read it in a deep and calm voice.
"We are leaving for Wrangel Island. As usual, we need to write a will. None of the previous ones have been used, so hopefully it won't be the same this time. "
After hearing the first sentence, many people squeezed out a smile from their sorrowful expressions. Their noses were already sore.
"This kid, this kid …" Tong Ye mumbled. Only he could hear it.
"As a doctor, I know better than anyone how scary death is, how helpless it is to face the passing of a life. I've experienced that many times in the surgery room, and each time, it has changed me.
If I die, I believe there will be people who will feel the same sadness.
I still hope you will feel sad for me for a while, but it will only be for a while. It won't take too long. Let time do the healing. It would be cured. In the face of death, time was the greatest medicine. I'm not worried about you.
I'm leaving. That's all I've written. I hope the journey will be smooth. "
As the reading ended, the hall was still silent. Some took deep breaths while others wiped away the tears from their eyes. This will was written casually. Gu Jun must have been in a hurry when he wrote it. He did not even have the time to write a will … But this simple will had the power to shatter their hearts. Ah Jun, of course there will be people who will feel sad for you.
Dirty-minded Jun? Dirty-minded Jun? Wu Shiyu focused his mind to call out to him, 'I've already said you're dead and I'm reading your will. Why don't you show yourself if you're still alive?'
But still, there was no response. There was only dead silence.
If Dirty-minded Jun did not show up at a time like this, then he might really be dead … But …
After reading Gu Jun's will, Yao Sinian gave another eulogy. Then it was time for the other families to give their speeches.
But Wu Shiyu was not in the mood to listen. Even when Tong Ye and Prof Gu went on stage to mourn for Gu Jun, she did not pay much attention to them. She sat in her chair and did not pay much attention to them. A few days ago, she had already rejected the invitation to speak on stage.
She was thinking about a question, 'Feel sad for a while? How long is a while? ' In the foreign language, does a period of time have the meaning of a lifetime?
Wu Shiyu continued to muddle along until she heard the mourning music. Then Yao Sinian announced the end of the memorial service. She stood up and left with the crowd.
"We will fulfill Ah Jun's dying wish." Cai Zixuan gathered his energy. His bald forehead glowed. "I also want to join the Special Mobile Force."
"I have already applied to join the Spell Department." Wang Ruoxiang said seriously. Gu Jun had proven that medicine and spells were a good match. According to Wu Shiyu, Doctor Carlop from the foreign world was a spell expert. Now she understood that medicine alone was not going to save this world.
The Spell Department would conduct a nationwide recruitment and then they would focus on training. They would also cooperate with Angell's Order.
Elder Tong did mention that the Dreamer this time was a talent that the Spell Department would prioritize.
"I've applied as well." "Me too." Xue Ba and Lou Xiaoning chimed in. How could they miss out on something like spells?
"Oh, my application to be transferred to the Recreational Department has been approved." Wu Shiyu said but then she sighed. "I'm now a member of the Recreational Department's Spell Department."
Every department would have a member from the Recreational Department to take care of things and the Spell Department was no exception.
Outside the auditorium, the evening sky shone brightly. They continued to talk as they walked towards the sunset.
After today, they would be very busy again.
If only Gu Jun was still around, they thought, the Spell Department and the international organization would be much more powerful.
She wondered if he was doing well in the Heavenly State.
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