She hasn't drunk milk for a long time.
This day will come sooner or later, Panshu thought.
But this inexplicable disease is really painful.
The pain was so severe that it felt as if her bone marrow was being broken bit by bit, then roughly connected, and then broken again. It felt like blood was oozing out of her pores, and she was suffocating and almost unable to breathe.
The system said, "Host, if I forcibly separate you from this world, will you be unhappy?"
He just didn't want her to suffer like this.
Ban Shu: “Yeah.”
Pan Shu closed her eyes. "No matter what, Jiang Zhao, as the male protagonist, no longer has the will to destroy the world. To some extent, I think my mission has been successful."
She decided to use her death to force Jiang Zhao to do something.
…
The red light in the emergency room was on for three days and three nights.
Jiang Zhao, Jiang Chen, and Lu Xiyu stayed outside without closing their eyes for three days and three nights.
The two young men who had fought each other to the death lost a lot of weight.
Especially Jiang Chen.
He leaned against the wall, tilted his head back, and his protruding Adam's apple moved restlessly.
The corners of the eyes are scarlet.
It is despair that is cruel to the extreme.
Lu Xiyu rubbed the roller on the lighter with trembling hands, holding a cigarette in his mouth, but failed to light it several times.
No one knew the immense and absurd pain he was going through.
Jiang Zhao sat in a wheelchair with a blanket covering his legs. He closed his eyes, and his features were still very youthful, but for some reason he made people feel extremely sad.
"What did the doctor say?" the boy asked hoarsely.
"The probability of success of the operation is only 0.39%."
0.39%.
What kind of number is this.
Later, Jiang Zhao spent his entire life trying to understand this string of numbers.
The boy lowered his eyes and became completely quiet.
The narrow corners of the eyes are filled with charming peach color, which is exquisite and eye-catching.
Jiang Chen looked up at the operating room, his palm tightly holding the piece of chocolate with a worn-out outer packaging. It was winter, and the chocolate was frozen hard, as if he was holding a piece of hard glass.
A long gash appeared on the palm of his hand.
He slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.
Pray to God silently.
Let my sister live.
No matter what the price is, whether he can afford it or not, he is willing to pay it.
God always likes to fool him.
This time is no exception.
Almost the next second after he begged, the lights in the operating room went out with a "click".
The hospital, filled with the smell of disinfectant, was eerily quiet.
All that could be heard was the violent thumping of three men's hearts, which were not in sync.
The doctor came out, his rubber gloves covered in blood. He looked at the three men with pleading eyes without saying a word, and slowly shook his head.
"If you have anything to say, go ahead and say it."
"The patient is... in a very bad condition."
Outside the hospital, the moon was bright and round, and heavy snow was falling. The doctor said, "You won't survive the night. If you have anything to say, say it quickly."
The doctor said, "The patient kept calling for Jiang Zhao."
The doctor said, "The patient's will to live is very low."
The will to survive is very low.
But until her death, she was thinking about the child she raised.
Although it was hard to explain their emotions, Jiang Chen and Lu Xiyu both chose to stand behind Jiang Zhao without exception, so that the woman on the operating table would see Jiang Zhao first.
That was the child she raised from childhood.
He is her favorite child.
It was not until this moment that Jiang Chen understood the cruel truth: he had never been chosen by her.
That brief, so-called choice.
In fact, it is just to make it easier to abandon it next time.
Sometimes Jiang Chen would also feel unwilling.
But he is Jiang Chen.
Not Jiang Zhao.
From the very beginning when his name was Jiang Chen, he was destined to be abandoned.
Jiang Zhao's eyes were red, and he touched the cold temperature of the woman's face with trembling hands. He lowered his eyes and choked, "Liar, liar... I beg you, don't do this... Don't scare me like this..."
Pan Shu pursed her lips and said softly, "Lian, Lian doesn't call me sister anymore...?"
"elder sister……"
Jiang Zhao suddenly covered his face in pain and opened his mouth helplessly, "What should Jiang Zhao do... to keep you..."
She lay on the cold operating table, smiling softly and gently, just like twelve years ago, in the welfare home, she held his hand and said softly, "Tomorrow will be Zhao Zhao, so just call me Jiang Zhao, okay?"
——I hope you are as bright as the sun.
"Although I don't know how to comfort you." Ban Shu paused, and her delicate eyebrows slightly frowned.
Blood oozed from her lips again.
The whole body is shrouded in a broken and absurd loneliness.
"But please live well." Pan Shu was silent for two seconds. It was difficult for her to say a word. "Live like the sun."
The boy shook his head in panic.
He doesn't want it.
He just wants his sister to live well.
Jiang Zhao is the worst kid in the world. He is not supposed to be as bright as the sun.
"Sister, in your heart..." he asked softly, "is Jiang Zhao's survival more important than Jiang Zhao himself?"
He should have noticed it long ago.
There were clearly signs early on.
She doesn't care about Jiang Zhao, but she cares about whether Jiang Zhao grows up to be an honest and kind child.
She doesn't care about Jiang Zhao, but she cares about whether Jiang Zhao can live healthily.
She felt sorry for every scar on Jiang Zhao's body.
Just because.
He is Jiang Zhao.
He himself is actually not important at all.
Jiang Zhao suddenly felt that he was being hypocritical. And also that it was ridiculous.
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