Su Mu heard the sound of his teeth biting the towel getting louder and louder, and his gums began to get sore.
He wanted to speak and shout, but the towel was stuffed too deep into his throat, and he would retching whenever he exerted force.
"Civilian genes", these four words pierced his ears like knives.
His parents were indeed ordinary people. They ran a small business in a small city and provided for him to study for a Ph. D.
Twenty-eight years old, a researcher at the Institute of Biology. His greatest achievement in his life is to publish several papers in core journals, and he is doing well among his peers.
But at this juncture, when he was tied to the altar, the word "civilian" meant original sin.
