Chapter 186 (1/2)
”Schmidt sent his men to take my research product, and he injected himself with the drug called super soldier serum.”
The doctor said helplessly. He felt that it was his own mistake. Maybe he should not have invented it in the beginning. But now that the boat is done, he has to try his best to make up for it.
Steve nodded slightly, though he couldn't understand the principle: ”did that really make him stronger?”
The doctor asked for glasses, hesitated for a few seconds, or nodded to admit: ”yes, but it also had side effects. The serum formula at that time was not perfect, and, most importantly, the person receiving the injection.”
”People?”
”Yes, serum strengthens all aspects of the body, so good people get better, bad people... Get worse.” The doctor scratched his bald head and explained to Steve the principles of his research.
Super soldier serum (SSS) not only acts on the human body, but also acts on the spirit and brain. For example, it enlarges a person's ambition and nature. After having strength, it makes people feel omnipotent.
Steve probably understood, but the doctor didn't finish. He waited quietly. They looked at each other in the quiet barracks, thinking.
”That's why you were chosen. If you choose a strong person, you may lose respect for power because of your innate familiarity with it. And a small person is more aware of the value of power and... Compassion after having power. ”
The doctor thought for a moment, and finally said the word. He didn't know if English should say that, but he knew Steve could understand what he meant.
Steve thought for a moment. He looked up firmly at the doctor.
”Thank you. I think I understand.”
Dr. Erskine laughed. He pointed to the trunk over there and motioned Steve to bring the glass. He opened it and poured some into both glasses.
The brown and red wine and the cup made a crisp collision sound, emitting the color of blood under the Yellow barracks light.
The doctor took a glass of wine and pointed to Steve's chest: ”promise me, no matter what happens tomorrow, keep your heart at heart. You don't have to be a good soldier, but you have to be a good man. ”
Steve laughs. Yes, he's not sure he'll be a qualified soldier because he can't even lift his rifle properly now.
But to be a good man, he was confident that his father and Mr. Wilson had taught him to be a man of integrity, which was what he wanted to do.
He raised his glass and motioned to Dr. Erskine, ”to the little weak.”
Dr. Erskine understood that Steve was talking about himself. He would not forget his state of mind when he was weak and would not change because he had power.
The doctor grinned and clinked his glass: ”to the weak.”
However, when they were about to drink with a smile, the doctor suddenly took Steve's glass away.
”God, what am I doing? You have a medical tomorrow. You can't drink tonight.”
Steve shrugged. He recognized that the bottle was the product of Wilson's enterprise. It was aged in 1925 and came from the prohibition era.
At that time, although he was young, his father also drank, and Uncle Tom next door also drank. Many people bought wine privately.
Steve is not superstitious about the law. He has his own cognition and ideas. He measures everything with simple morality and values.
It is not a mistake to drink and sell alcohol. To enjoy consumer goods is the right that every human being should have. The law of prohibition of alcohol, which suppresses human nature, is wrong.
But since the doctor said he would have another physical examination tomorrow, he would not drink it.
He shrugged his shoulders and said regretfully to the doctor, ”well, let's drink together when it's over.”
”Why later?” The doctor looked at him inexplicably. He put the drinks in the two glasses together, shook the glass and smelled it intoxicatingly: ”I have no arrangement for tomorrow. I will drink it now.”
Dundundun...
both of them solved their doubts in their hearts, and then their conversation became more casual. They talked happily about the regiment and their past lives.