The doctor glanced at him but it was difficult to describe the meaning of that look. It was like the life teacher at the Garden of Eden looking at a wayward and ignorant student. In addition, there was a touch of sadness. Thus, An Zhe knew the answer and didn’t speak.

The morning was spent in silence until Seraing came back. However, he was in a hurry. He was busy with work.

“I’m going to stay here until this evening.” He glanced at An Zhe. “The emergency response department doesn’t recognize you so you should follow me.”

The doctor said, “Just give him to me. I won’t leave him behind.”

Seraing thought for a moment. “Okay.”

Outside, the huge wind never stopped. This was a force from the universe and it shook the entire human city. The hurricanes that the solar storm created were bigger than all disasters recorded in history. An Zhe stuck a finger to the wall and could feel a slight tremor, like a dying animal’s last gasp. In fact, An Zhe already felt it was a miracle that human creations could persist in such a huge storm for so long.

At one in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door. It was a team of fully armed soldiers headed by three civilian officers with badges representing the ‘emergency response department’ on their chests. The officer in the lead nodded slightly. “Doctor, please come with us.”

The doctor asked, “Is the transfer starting?”

“It has started and it is expected that we will transfer 500 people.” The officer answered. “The military will do everything possible to ensure your safety. We have arranged a place for you in Eden.”

“Thank you.”

Then the next moment, he glanced at An Zhe. “However, he has to follow me.”

“According to the transfer plan, you can bring an assistant.” The officer told An Zhe, “Please show us your ID card so we can verify your identity.”

“My assistant is gone.” The doctor draped an arm around An Zhe’s shoulder and smiled. “It seems like you don’t have your ID card.”

An Zhe told him, “I only have the colonel’s ID card.”

“Give it to them,” the doctor ordered.

An Zhe obediently took out Lu Feng’s ID card. The officer took it and swiped it on a portable machine before obviously becoming stunned.

“Lu Feng went to the Dungeon Base and there is no news yet.” The doctor raised an eyebrow and spoke slowly. “If his family’s child can’t get asylum… I don’t think it is right.”

The officer went to the side and called a number. Then he returned here and said, “An exception will be made and he will be transferred as your assistant.”

“Thank you,” the doctor said.

“You see.” They walked down the hallway and the doctor scolded An Zhe. “You were running around all morning. If you came back late—”