Chapter 1, KGB General Hospital

"Yuri? What’s wrong? Are you dreaming again?" Valya said with a lazy expression as she sat up, her tone filled with concern, "If not, let’s go to the hospital for a check-up! It’s been a long time, and I’m scared..."

"I will accompany you to the Bureau of Technical Management shortly, so let's check it out first!" Valya said, biting her beautiful red lips. This was not a request for Shcherbov's opinion; typically, when such a tone is used, it is merely to inform this nominal head of the household that I am already prepared to proceed with this.

Alright, General Shelkov! Yagodov hurriedly took off his glasses and went out to notify.

A crisp cough made Xieluo shiver all over, and he stood up uncontrollably, slowly yet resolutely leaving the bedroom of the two, as if he had rehearsed this a thousand times. He walked straight to the balcony, opened the window, and leaned his head out, continuing the previous action against the cold wind of December. Apart from the change of scenery, there was no difference in the action.

"It's just a nightmare! There's no need to make a fuss about it!" Sherlov forced a smile and slowly lit a cigarette. His expression bore a look of exhaustion, as this dream had been haunting him for a long time.

"For about a month, my sleep quality has been very poor!" said Sherlock in detail.

It is well said that mentally fragile individuals cannot be relied upon by the KGB! In this regard, Shelkov always unconsciously overlooks it. After tidying up the dishes, the two put on their outer garments and left the apartment. This winter in Moscow is the coldest Shelkov has encountered in several years. He looked at the woman beside him, whose complexion was slightly flushed, and asked with concern, "Are you cold? I could go by myself..."

A wisp of blue smoke drifted in the air, at this moment only nicotine could slightly dispel the turmoil in his heart. With his mind in a fog, Shelkov enjoyed a moment of tranquility, yet he was unaware of the impending danger.

Satisfied with the woman's curiosity, Sherlov took her hand and entered the psychiatric ward, where he found the most skilled attending physician here. Dr. Yagodda was a psychologist with extensive experience, arguably at the forefront of the Soviet Union in this field. However, considering that it was only the 1950s, even the most advanced doctors of the time likely had standards comparable to those of an average doctor in later years, and nothing more.

Logically speaking, there is nothing to fear for Sherlov, who was born in modern society, nor would he avoid seeking medical treatment. However, he is indeed afraid to enter the hospital, as there are certain things in his mind that do not belong to the Soviet Union

"So you were also affected while working during the day?" Yago put on his glasses, contemplating a medical case that was once very similar.

"General Shelov, how long have you been suffering from insomnia! All your indicators are very normal..." Yagodag neither recorded this in his notebook nor wrote down Shelov's case, as he feared that this director of the headquarters, who had almost been monitored just moments ago, might lose his temper.

The level of confidentiality at the Bureau of Technical Management is very strict, so please do not wander around! Otherwise, the soldiers of the internal security forces observing the situation from the shadows may open fire, and mistakes cannot be tolerated here!" Shelov spoke to Valya about the situation here with great care, his words filled with deep concern

Entering the office, Shelov looked at the doctor, Agodak, who was in his forties. Unhurriedly, he took out a pen, twisted it open, and then held it to his ear to listen. A brief sound of electrical current was heard. After putting the pen back in his jacket pocket, Shelov said with a cold expression, "Doctor Agodak, inform the monitoring personnel responsible for this ward to turn off the surveillance equipment"

Sherlov made every effort to be a good patient who cooperated with the doctor, thoroughly undergoing a complete examination of his body, and then awaited the final results

Get in the car, get in the car! Shelov sat in the passenger seat with a look of resignation, even though this car was clearly assigned to him by the KGB, it had instead become the woman's means of transportation. Is there any justice in this? Is there any law?

The woman driving gazes intently ahead, her driving skills exhibiting a delicacy unique to girls. This feeling is reminiscent of when the two first met five years ago. In fact, Valya's speed is quite fast, having nearly extracted the full potential of this 1950s Soviet imitation car.

You are also the director of the General Administration, and those guys will definitely keep it confidential! They won't speak carelessly! Valya assisted her man in analyzing, "Going to the municipal people's hospital might leak information; you cannot let anyone know that the director of the Military Management Bureau is someone under mental pressure..."

The building across the way is also part of the General Hospital, but it primarily accommodates spies from various countries who have been apprehended in our country. Sherlov pointed to the building across and said, However, the research atmosphere there is quite intense, so it cannot be considered a purely medical facility. Some specialized doctors and researchers who focus on trained foreign spies work there

"Is it that dream again? Could it be that I was truly a villain in my past life?" Sherlov picked up a towel from the side to wipe his face, and feeling it was not enough, he directly took off his vest, gasping for breath as he spoke.

"Are you saying you dream of being a slave owner? Perhaps you have been under too much stress lately!" Valya quickly got out of bed, and in her checkered pajamas, she walked behind Shcherbov and gently comforted him as if soothing a child, "Today, I will accompany you to the hospital for a check-up! Our Soviet medicine is not inferior; what are you afraid of?"

"The Technical Management Bureau? Can't I go to an ordinary hospital?" Shelov mechanically stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth. The Technical Management Bureau controls all research institutions of the KGB, including a KGB central hospital that serves KGB officers. The quality of this hospital is naturally not in question, but many of the medications are developed by the Technical Management Bureau itself and are not available on the market. Emotionally, Shelov is unwilling to place his safety in their hands.

When you walk down the street, sometimes a sense of déjà vu flashes through your mind, as if you have been to this place before, yet upon careful reflection, you cannot recall. Or when encountering a certain scene, you often feel as if you have seen such a scenario before. Some explain this phenomenon with the term "a dream of Nanke," but this does not include our protagonist, Xie Luofu

"Are you not going to run away halfway?" Valya cast a charming glance at the man, as if she had already seen through the child's tricks. She opened the garage and crisply commanded, "Get in the car, I will take you there..."

A ray of morning glow filtered through the curtains into the bedroom, where Shelov, lost in a troubled dream, wore a grim expression, as if engaged in a battle between heaven and earth. His brows were tightly knitted together, and suddenly he threw off the blanket covering him, sitting up abruptly and gesturing wildly with his hands. Only when the familiar furnishings of the bedroom came into view did he let out a long sigh, raising his right hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his face.

The KGB Central Hospital is merely a part of the Technical Management Directorate, which is comparable in size to a small town. Most of the individuals undergoing medical examinations at the Central Hospital are KGB officers from the Moscow region, with a significant number of officers from various directorates present. Along the way, Shelov encountered several officers from the Third Directorate who greeted him, seemingly surprised by the presence of his direct superior and his wife here

"If it weren't for the fact that you are a woman, I would have slapped you long ago!" Xie Luofu, who has been perched on the balcony for thirty years, muttered to himself, gazing leisurely at the apartments that were gradually lighting up... A phrase suddenly appeared in his mind, ah!... It is once again the mating season on the grasslands! A gust of cold wind from the Arctic Ocean jolted Xie Luofu back to reality; he elegantly flicked the cigarette butt out, locked the window, and returned to his bedroom.

"Very well, General! Let us check your physical condition!" Yagodov suggested to Shcherov, "Since you say that you are not only not fatigued but also feeling quite well, we shall test your various physical indicators, General. Comrade Shcherov, please do not be nervous..."

The two individuals proceeded eastward, stopping only after more than an hour at a location marked in Russian as a military stronghold. Observing the armed soldiers of the Internal Troops, Shelov disembarked and presented his credentials. A sword and a five-pointed star were integrated into one, adorned with the emblem of the hammer and sickle, signifying the KGB's existence to defend the Soviet Union. The sword represented the KGB's inherently offensive policy since its inception, indicating that whether the enemy was internal or external, proactive engagement was the strategic direction of the KGB.

"Not at all, my mental state is even more vigorous than before! I have no physical issues either!" Shelov's words astonished Yagoda, as they were completely contrary to scientific common sense. If the other party were not the director of the General Administration, Yagoda vowed he would make Shelov aware of the consequences of non-cooperation.

Like chewing wax while drinking borscht, Shelkov quietly enjoyed the woman's tenderness, more silent than usual. This unusual behavior deepened the worry in Valya's eyes, and a hint of contemplation appeared on her fair, delicate face. For the past month, Shelkov had been troubled by a strange dream. At first, even he did not take it seriously, but after a month of continuity, the head of the household's condition made Valya increasingly anxious. For the past month, Shelkov had been troubled by a strange dream. At first, even he did not take it seriously, but after a month of continuity, the head of the household's condition made Valya increasingly anxious.

Sheloff let out a cold snort without saying a word. As a member of the KGB, he was certainly aware of the work style of his department in this regard, and he was not the least bit surprised by the behavior of monitoring in the hospital ward. However, he could not allow monitoring to be conducted on himself. As for the pen tucked in his jacket pocket, it was also produced by the Technical Management Bureau, specifically designed to detect whether there were monitoring devices operating in the vicinity

Hello, General Shelkov, welcome to the General Hospital for an inspection!" After the guard finished checking the documents, he saluted Shelkov and removed the barrier that was blocking the car's path