95: Chapter 95: Rewarding oneself with no illnesses, a medical check-up at the hospital.

Upon returning home, Jiang Zhe felt a circle of hazy green light surrounding him, surging from his feet to his head.

A strange sensation washed over him.

His eyes brightened, and he felt refreshed—it was like stepping out into a blizzard after spending a long time in a heated room during winter, the instant contrast between hot and cold.

It was incredibly crisp!

But after that freshness, his mood instantly turned desolate.

He stood there, feeling as if something had vanished—not a physical object, but... a feeling.

It was as if some part of his humanity had been wiped clean!

"What is going on?"

Jiang Zhe searched the information in his mind, but he couldn't find a concrete explanation for this feeling.

He clenched his taut fist; his strength and energy were abundant. This wasn't a physical issue.

"I have to go to the hospital tomorrow to get checked out. This feeling isn't right."

That night, he lay in bed, sleeping uneasily.

Even though he had been part of a think tank in his past life and understood medical knowledge, the inability to observe accurate data left him feeling unsettled.

...

Time passed quickly. After the night, the next morning found him at Gusu Hospital.

He registered with a specialist and underwent a comprehensive physical examination—a full-body checkup.

The process was very routine, checking everything from head to toe, though the process had a few twists.

In front of the spirometer, the person ahead of him—who looked like a wealthy boss—puffed out his cheeks, turned bright red, and struggled to reach 2700, which was below the standard for an average adult male.

As for Jiang Zhe, he calmly inhaled and exhaled at a steady pace.

The needle "whooshed" to the end, instantly hitting the upper limit of 9999.

The young nurse in charge of recording was surprised. She carefully checked the instrument, then looked up at Jiang Zhe and his physique, before quietly writing "Instrument Limit" on the form, drawing surprised gazes from the crowd of people waiting for specialists.

Next was the reaction speed test, where a cursor would light up and he had to press the round button in front of him as fast as possible.

The high school students who had tested before averaged around 250 milliseconds.

Jiang Zhe sat down to start the test, his fingers already waiting there.

The moment the cursor lit up, he deliberately controlled his speed so as not to appear superhuman; he hesitated for a split second before pressing the button.

An incredible green indicator instantly popped up on the screen: < 100 milliseconds.

The numbers fluctuated up and down before finally settling at 64 milliseconds.

The young doctor in charge of the test was somewhat numb; he had seen Jiang Zhe's hand move so fast it left an afterimage. He immediately printed out the data sheet and placed it with the other anomalous data on the table.

Next were bone density, hearing, vision, EEG, ECG...

As each item was completed, the doctors collecting the data went from curious to surprised, and finally to disbelief.

Finally, there was the biological cell analysis from the blood test.

When drawing blood, he felt it very clearly as the thick needle pierced the vein in his left arm.

Yet his body showed no pain response or feedback from the vein being pierced.

...

The report was not generated immediately.

Around noon, Jiang Zhe returned to the hospital.

These reports, containing data that was both normal and abnormal, led the hospital's specialist attending physician, Dr. Chen, to invite him to his office.

The doctor was the respected Dr. Chen, a man known for being steady and diligent.

He was around fifty-five, with impeccably kept hair and a face that radiated good fortune.

At the moment, however, he was looking at Jiang Zhe's report on the computer with a very grave expression.

He suddenly looked up. "Jiang Zhe, do you know your physical condition?"

Jiang Zhe sat in front of him. "It's a bit hard to explain. It doesn't seem like there's any major problem, just some psychological issues?"

"Psychological issues?" Dr. Chen carefully scrutinized the handsome young man, who looked so ethereal he didn't seem like a mortal. "No, on the contrary, your indicators have already exceeded the norm."

He operated the mouse, pulling up several data interfaces.

"Your vital capacity, instrument limit, endurance, and explosive power—the test records show a curve so smooth it doesn't look like human exertion; it's more like a hydraulic press working at a constant speed. In my thirty years at the hospital, I've never seen another report like your dynamic neural response and vision."

"Your reaction speed is even capable of capturing the trajectory of a bullet fired at you."

Jiang Zhe didn't say much, only replying, "I exercise a bit more than usual."

Dr. Chen didn't acknowledge this, instead clicking on the blood and cell analysis report, his expression growing even graver.

"Exercise cannot explain this," he said, using the mouse to manipulate several lines of complex data. "Your hemoglobin oxygen-carrying rate, red blood cell activity, and mitochondrial ATP production rate... all exceed optimal standards."

"That's not the most critical part!"

"Your telomere length is surprisingly long."

"A person's lifespan is related to their individual [Hayflick limit for cell division]. Regardless of gender, they divide their cells 50 times in a lifetime before life ends. Men divide faster than women, which is one reason why women live longer than men."

"For example, I have 13 divisions left, which is probably about eighteen years of lifespan."

"Based on preliminary cell division calculations, your Hayflick limit decay rate is extremely slow."

"This means your cell division capability is twice, or even two and a half times, that of a healthy 24-year-old in the same age group. You can divide about 125 times. This means that while an average person might reach 100 years old and die naturally without disease, you could reach 225 years old before dying naturally."

Dr. Chen stopped here to let Jiang Zhe digest this, then continued reading the professional report.

"Looking at these specific records, your physiological aging rate has been greatly delayed."

"Your body is locked in your 24-year-old peak state. According to the trends, this will last for a very, very long time. Furthermore, you won't age for decades, and the corrosive effect of oxygen on you... will be negligible for 50 years!"

"It's more like..."

Dr. Chen pondered for a moment, weighing his words.

"Your life has fundamentally entered a new level!"

Dr. Chen looked at Jiang Zhe, who was silent, seemingly lost in thought.

He then deleted Jiang Zhe's abnormal report and replaced it with a new, slightly superior report, still under the name Jiang Zhe.

"You came for a checkup because you felt something, didn't you?" Dr. Chen asked.

Jiang Zhe didn't intend to hide anything. "Yes, I did feel it—a kind of uncomfortable feeling. It felt too calm!"

Dr. Chen nodded gently and pulled up another psychological assessment test result from the computer.

"That explains it." He pointed to the data on the computer. "Your physiological response to rapid levels is extremely low; according to the assessment—your threshold for anxiety, fear, and negative emotions is ridiculously high."

"To put it in normal terms, your fear has been desensitized—like a professional climber. The world's top climber can scale a hundred-meter cliff freehand without feeling fear; and you are even more extreme than that."

"This isn't bravery; it's your physiology rejecting fear responses."

"Even if a pistol were pressed against your temple, you wouldn't feel fear, or if someone were to cut pieces of flesh from your body with a knife; your fear of pain would be very weak, or even non-existent."

He looked at Jiang Zhe with a complex expression.

"The void you feel is this part. Your body has shielded you from too many negative things; even the fear that some ordinary people rely on to survive is fading."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhe suddenly understood.

So that was the feeling from yesterday. It seemed there was no need to dwell on it; he already knew what to do.

Dr. Chen operated the computer, completely deleting and shredding Jiang Zhe's physical data, even deleting the consultation records.

Then he turned off the computer, pulled the solid-state drive from the case, and smashed it to pieces with a hammer, leaving no possibility of recovery.

"Dr. Chen, what are you doing?"

After completely destroying the data both online and physically, Dr. Chen waved his hand and gave a few instructions:

"You should go. The computer broke, and the data is gone."

Dr. Chen waved his hand again, not saying anything else about staying safe or the like.

Seeing this, a subtle smile appeared on Jiang Zhe's face. "Thank you, Dr. Chen!"

He walked out of the hospital.

He sighed, "Truly an excellent doctor who considers the common people."

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