Chapter 2, Dr. Agoda

"Is it cold?" After getting into the car, Valya covered Shelkov's ears with her hand. She had witnessed the hustle and bustle of the past half hour, which was originally a very normal occurrence, yet it deeply moved this perfect woman

No, I am not wrong at all!" Yagoda said with a very serious expression, speaking decisively, "Your physical condition is excellent, absolutely on par with the professional athletes who undergo concentrated training in our country...

Having gained the doctor's approval, Shelkov adopted a cooperative attitude towards this extraordinary examination. All of his clothing was held in the embrace of Valya, while the handgun that never left his side was also in the hands of the trusted woman. Shelkov was left with only a white tank top, on the back of which was printed a line in red Russian: "Scent out and identify the traitor." This was the founding intention of the Cheka, the predecessor of the KGB. Shelkov was left with only a white tank top, on the back of which was printed a line in red Russian: "Scent out and identify the traitor." This was the founding intention of the Cheka, the predecessor of the KGB.

"Your memory might be exceptionally good, capable of photographic recall!" Dr. Yagoda said somewhat uncertainly, "However, I personally recommend that the general engage in regular high-intensity exercise, particularly physical activities, as this can help expend excess energy and improve the quality of sleep..."

I am thirty years old this year! Shelov reminded him in a nonchalant manner. At this age, one is certainly at the peak of physical condition, does it need to be mentioned? As for possessing the physical qualities of a professional athlete, Shelov scoffed at the idea. No one knows himself better than he does; he is the type who would absolutely sit rather than stand, and he hardly ever exercises, so how could he have such physical qualities? As for possessing the physical qualities of a professional athlete, Shelov scoffed at the idea. No one knows himself better than he does; he is the type who would absolutely sit rather than stand, and he hardly ever exercises, so how could he have such physical qualities?

This may be considered good news, as Shelov, with Valya's assistance, has successfully donned his military uniform. With a look of inquiry, he asked, "Since my brainwaves are significantly stronger than those of an average person, are there any benefits to this?"

Doctor Yagodda greeted several masked nurses, treating Shelov as if he were an infectious patient, and assisted him to another ward, while instructing a few nurses to disarm Shelov, including the TT33 pistol at his waist

"So you're saying there's something wrong with my head!" Sherlov said calmly as he stood up to take the clothes, not sensing the woman's tension in front of him. He asked, "But I haven't noticed anything unusual about myself lately; I just keep dreaming when I sleep. Am I going to die because of dreaming? Are you telling me a fairy tale?"

General Shelov, you have not kept the doctor waiting for too long. A few minutes later, a nurse brought in the test results. Dr. Yagodov glanced at them briefly and said with great ease, "General Shelov, your health is outstanding in every aspect, almost like that of a professional athlete..."

Half an hour later, wearing leather gloves, Shelov returned the empty blowtorch to the duty soldier here and slowly beckoned Valya, who was waiting in the hall, to get in the car. Both of them were preoccupied with their thoughts before coming, forgetting to put the car in the garage. After stepping out, they encountered a common winter occurrence: the car's fuel tank had frozen. Naturally, such matters should not be left to a woman. Shelov, having declined the soldier's offer for assistance, took matters into his own hands, squatting in the snow to warm the car for half an hour. Both of them were preoccupied with their thoughts before coming, forgetting to put the car in the garage. After stepping out, they encountered a common winter occurrence: the car's fuel tank had frozen. Naturally, such matters should not be left to a woman. Shelov, having declined the soldier's offer for assistance, took matters into his own hands, squatting in the snow to warm the car for half an hour.

"General, you have misunderstood my meaning!" Dr. Yagoda said, tossing his white coat aside and speaking confidently, "Your brainwave frequencies are approximately three times that of an average person across all bands. It is not that some bands are at normal levels while others are excessively strong! Overall, you are in a very balanced state, so I conclude that you do not have any mental disorders..." Overall, you are in a very balanced state, so I conclude that you do not have any mental disorders...

An African elephant and a newly born calf differ immensely in strength, yet they are both elephants! From the perspective of examination indicators, there is no difference between the two; it would be utterly foolish to seek differences through conventional data analysis!" Dr. Agodda said, stroking his Mediterranean hairstyle.

In the center of the room, Xie Luofu, who was tragically surrounded by onlookers, displayed none of the authority befitting the Director of the Military Management Bureau; instead, he resembled a little white mouse awaiting dissection, with four wires glued to his head connecting him to a machine. If it weren't for the fact that his spiritual support was watching from the side, he would have long lost his composure. Speaking of which, who designed this testing machine? It looks so much like the electric torture devices used by the Secret Police Bureau.

"You all go out first!" After Dr. Yagodda conducted tests for a long time, several nurses went out and then spoke with an uncertain tone, "General Sherlov, your four-band brain waves are about three times that of an average person!"

"Wait a moment, my wife must be by my side, so that I will not subconsciously resist your actions!" Sherlov, wearing baggy shorts and a white tank top, stopped Yagodov from making Valya wait outside.

The expert in mental health who spoke these words was sweating profusely, and it seemed that his back was somewhat damp. Noticing the inquisitive expression of the beautiful woman behind Xie Luofu, he feigned a relaxed demeanor and said, "This is all part of what we, as doctors, should do..."

Thank you! A hint of a smile flashed across Sherlock's face as he turned to take Valya's small hand and left the hospital room

Um! Shelkov replied nonchalantly, and upon further reflection, it still seemed of little use. After all, this is not the era of cold weapons; no matter how fit one is, it cannot stop bullets. Nevertheless, one must heed the doctor's words. Thus, Shelkov stood up and walked over to Dr. Yagoda to express his gratitude, saying, "The fact that I came to the hospital for an examination today must be kept confidential! Otherwise, Kazan welcomes you! Once I leave, all test results must be destroyed, understood?"

"But didn't you say that all my indicators are within the range of normal people?" Sherlov felt that this expert in the field of psychology might be a fraud, as there seemed to be some contradictions in the logic of the conversation.

At this moment, Yagodah let out a sigh of relief and quietly said, "I have heard that among the directors of the KGB, the youngest, General Shcherbakov, is very protective of his wife, and it turns out to be true..."

I understand! Shelov has secured his weapon belt and holstered his gun, finally fastening the handgun. He is waiting for the results of his blood test; the medical examination was conducted only after Valya insisted repeatedly, otherwise Shelov would have fled halfway.

If no problems were detected, it means there is nothing wrong! You must believe in science! Feeling the warmth of the woman's hands, Sherlov comforted her in return. Valya playfully winked and skillfully started the car, leaving the headquarters of the Technical Management Bureau.

I thought the Technology Management Bureau would be different, but it seems quite ordinary!" Shelov sat in the chair with an expression of indifference, while Doctor Yagodak had no leisure to engage in idle chatter, occasionally checking the operation of the instruments before glancing back at Shelov.