Chapter 2

Doctor Yagoda had a few nurses, who were wearing masks, bring in Shelepov and treat him as if he were a contagious patient, moving him to another ward. At the same time, he had the nurses disarm Shelepov, including taking away the TT33 pistol from his waist.

"Wait a moment, my wife must be by my side, or I will subconsciously resist your actions!" Shelepov, wearing large shorts and a white vest, stopped Yagoda from making Valia wait outside.

With the doctor's approval, Shelepov cooperated with this unusual examination. All his clothes were held in Valia's arms, and the pistol that he never parted with was also in the hands of the woman he trusted. Shelepov was left wearing only a white vest, which had a line of red Russian text on the back: "Sniff out and find the traitors." This was the founding principle of the Cheka, the predecessor of the KGB.

"I thought the Technical Administration would be different, but it seems quite ordinary!" Shelepov sat in the chair with a calm expression, but Doctor Yagoda had no time for idle chatter, frequently checking the operation of the equipment and then glancing at Shelepov again.

Surrounded in the center of the room, Shelepov, at this moment, lacked the dignity of the head of the Technical Administration, looking more like a lab mouse waiting to be dissected, with four wires attached to his head connected to a machine. If it weren't for the presence of his mental support, he would have lost his composure long ago. Who designed this testing machine? Why does it look so much like the electric torture machine used by the secret police?

"Everyone, go out!" After a long examination, the nurses left, and Doctor Yagoda said with an uncertain tone, "Lieutenant General Shelepov, your brain waves in all four bands are about three times those of a normal person!"

"So, you're saying there's something wrong with my head!" Shelepov stood up calmly, taking his clothes, and without sensing the tension of the woman in front of him, he asked, "But I haven't noticed any abnormalities recently. I just keep dreaming when I sleep. Am I going to die because of my dreams? Are you telling me a fairy tale?"

"General, you misunderstand me!" Doctor Yagoda, adjusting his white coat, spoke confidently, "Your brain waves in all bands are about three times those of a normal person, not some bands being normal and others being too strong! Overall, they are in a very balanced state, so I conclude that you do not have any mental illness..."

This might be good news. With Valia's help, Shelepov put on his military uniform and asked with a curious look, "Since my brain waves are so much stronger than a normal person's, are there any benefits?"

"Your memory might be very good, to the point of being able to remember things at a glance!" Doctor Yagoda said, not very sure, "However, I personally suggest that the General frequently engage in high-intensity exercise, especially physical exercise, to channel excess energy, which can help improve sleep quality..."

"I understand!" Shelepov fastened his belt, secured his holster, and finally holstered his pistol. He waited for the results of his blood tests, which were only done at Valia's insistence; otherwise, he would have fled halfway through.

Doctor Yagoda didn't keep Shelepov waiting for long. A few minutes later, a nurse brought in the test results. After a quick glance, the doctor said very casually, "Lieutenant General Shelepov, your physical condition in every aspect is outstanding, almost like that of a professional athlete..."

"I am thirty years old!" Shelepov reminded him indifferently. Of course, this age is at the peak of physical condition, do you need to say that? As for the physical condition of a professional athlete, Shelepov sneered at the idea. No one knew himself better; he was the type who would sit if he could, almost never exercising. How could he have such a physique?

"No, I am not wrong at all!" Doctor Yagoda said with a very serious expression, "Your physical condition is excellent, not inferior to our country's professional athletes who train intensively..."

"But didn't you say that all my indicators are within the normal range of a human being?" Shelepov wondered if this mental health expert was a fraud, as the logic in their conversation was contradictory.

"The strength difference between an African elephant and a newborn elephant is vast, but they are both elephants! There is no difference in the indicators between the two. Using conventional data analysis to find differences is extremely foolish!" Doctor Yagoda said, stroking his bald head.

Hmm! Shelepov responded indifferently, but even after careful thought, it didn't seem to matter. It wasn't the age of cold weapons; no matter how good his body was, it couldn't stop bullets. However, he still had to listen to the doctor, so he stood up, walked to Doctor Yagoda, and thanked him, "The fact that I came to the hospital for a check-up today must be kept confidential! Otherwise, Kazan welcomes you! After I leave, all the test results must be destroyed, understood?"

These words made the mental health expert break out in a cold sweat, his back damp. Seeing the inquiring look on the beautiful woman behind Shelepov, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "This is what we, as doctors, should do..."

"Thank you!" Shelepov's face flashed with a smile as he turned to take Valia's hand and left the ward.

At this moment, Yagoda let out a sigh of relief and whispered, "I've heard that among the heads of the KGB, the youngest, Lieutenant General Shelepov, is very devoted to his wife. Indeed, it is true..."

Half an hour later, Shelepov, wearing leather gloves, returned the gasoline torch to the on-duty soldier and slowly called Valia, who was waiting in the hall, to get in the car. Before coming, they were preoccupied and forgot to park the car in the garage. When they came out, they encountered a common winter event: the car's fuel tank was frozen. This kind of thing couldn't be left to a woman, so Shelepov, refusing the soldier's help, personally squatted in the snow and heated the car for half an hour.

"Are you cold?" Valia, after getting in the car, covered Shelepov's ears with her hands. She had watched him work for the past half hour, and what was a very normal thing deeply moved this perfect woman.

"Since no problems were found, it means there's nothing wrong! You have to believe in science!" Feeling the warmth of her hands, Shelepov comforted her. Valia playfully winked and skillfully started the car, driving away from the headquarters of the Technical Administration.

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