Invaded by Two-dimensional

Chapter 21 Ye Mo's Life on Earth

"Wouldn't you be happier this way, Flo." Ye Mo suddenly asked with a smile.

"Who, who is happy!? We are not happy. Come on, come on, Kanalin has to go back to sleep." Fuluo turned around and looked out the window and said, but her tone was not firm.

This is the choice that determines her freedom in life. Laitiya will try it no matter whether Yemo is tempting her or not. She was relieved when Yemo finally signed two agreements with her.

Seeing the other party's recovery, Ye Mo said, "You're hungry, I ordered a bit too much, if you don't mind, eat more."

"Thank you, then, I will not be polite." Letia was educated after all, and although her family was poor, she still behaved gracefully.

Yemo was already full, so he sat by the window of the private room and watched the passers-by silently drinking the fine wine from Soul Bell Continent, but the wine here was all fruit wine, so it was hard for Yemo, who drank two catties of white wine, to have nothing to do How interested.

Looking at the busy pedestrians on the street, Yemo's mind was not stable at the moment.

Laitia was very similar to the senior sister who took care of him in this world, and it was probably because of this that he came to help.

He had also had a crush on his senior before, but in the end he could only smile and watch her having fun with others, and a relationship that hadn't started ended like this.

At first, Yemo also thought about possessing Laitia, but when she saw Laitiya looking like a walking corpse, and thought of her two dim years, her heart softened.

What he loves is the senior who spent three years of youth with him in this world, not the senior who is happy with others, nor the senior who is in front of him. The senior he loved has long since passed away with time.

Yemo, a Chinese from Earth, died at the age of 23.

She lives in the city, her father is a driver, and her mother is a grocery and fruit store owner. Her family is of average means and she has a younger sister.

But Yemo felt that he was not his own, and Yemo after growing up really didn't look like his own.

My younger sister didn't study in junior high school and got married soon after. It is said that life is not bad.

Parents have stable jobs, but what worries Yemo is that both of them love to gamble, especially his father is addicted to gambling.

Because my parents said that no one in the family had read much, it would be great to have a college student. Ye Mo studied all the way to college.

Ye Mo's voice was neither too exciting nor too monotonous, but it gave Ye Mo a heavy blow during his junior year.

The beloved senior sister smiled and brought her boyfriend to Yemo. After drinking some wine, Yemo felt stomach pain and went to a nearby clinic for examination. At that time, the doctor found a small tumor not far below Yemo's chest.

I went to a big hospital for an examination, and it was found to be tuberculosis. I was suspended from school and entered the hospital, and went to the isolation area for treatment.

Just like smoking marijuana in the Qing Dynasty, smoking mist therapy that makes people sick, and lung clearing surgery that makes people sick for a long time are still trivial matters.

Because there was a tumor on the top of the lung, the doctor suggested surgery, but because Yemo was not a resident of this city, he had already spent tens of thousands in tuberculosis medical expenses, so he had no money for surgery.

Under the persuasion of his parents, Yemo was discharged from the hospital and went home to recuperate. However, even though he drank porridge and green vegetables every day, the tumor still deteriorated, and finally the tumor ruptured, and thick tumors and blood flowed out.

The pain caused by the watery tumor and the pressure brought by the family once made Yemo, who had never entered the society, think of committing suicide. Yemo tried it before but was afraid of death. Yemo was afraid of death. Also a person.

"He's just a picked child. We've done our best to do this, right?"

"Yeah, who made him contract such a troublesome disease? The doctor said that even if he is cured, he can't smoke and drink too much, and he can't do tiring work."

"But, he seems to be in pain, why don't you take a look."

Ye Mo's steps were light, just like when he came.After that, Ye Mo went out for a walk and stopped thinking about committing suicide.

He doesn't know what will happen to him after he dies, where he will end up, whether he will become a lonely ghost, and being a ghost is also a lonely ghost.

Or maybe he was just a coward.Yemo laughed at himself.

The fifth time the hydroma broke, and the piles of garbage baskets were full of blood-red tissues. Yemo wiped his wound expressionlessly, watching the happy life in the anime with a gleam of envy in his eyes.

Yemo passed out, and when he woke up, he was already in the hospital in the provincial capital, the hospital where Yemo was treated.

The attending doctor is still that handsome young doctor.

"Don't be afraid, everything will be fine after the operation." The handsome young doctor said.

"I know, thank you." Yemo's voice was a little strange, maybe it was too weak.

What Yemo learned the most during this time was one sentence, thank you.

The feeling of having the surgery was like riding a roller coaster, up and down up and down, as if I heard the voices of my father and mother in a daze, with anxiety and crying.

Ah, it turned out that they were still worried about me, otherwise why would they bring me in for surgery.

It hurts!What's this? !My whole body hurts again!

what! ! !
A feeble scream came out of Ye Mo's mouth, and suddenly, he grabbed two hands, which were familiar hands, the hands of his parents.

After the general anesthesia, the pain was unbearable. Ye Mo didn't know where he was hurting or maybe everywhere.

He could only hold on tightly to the thing in his hand, and suddenly there was a pain in his left hand. It turned out that the younger sister found out that his mother's hand had been scratched red by his elder brother and replaced it, but it hurt from the scratch.

Yemo subconsciously let go of that hand, and tightly grasped the railing that he groped for. The pain did not decrease much.

The pain slowed down a lot on the second day, and Yemo woke up to find that his face was filthy with tears.

Seven days of happiness have passed, and for the next seven days, Yemo can only walk step by step, but it is fine to stay in the hospital all day, even if it takes several minutes to go to the toilet, it is acceptable.

Half a month later, Yemo's left foot could touch the ground, but he couldn't walk too hastily.

A month later, Yemo felt much more comfortable after washing his hair. Although he had cut his hair short before the operation, his hair still grew a lot in the past month. He was going crazy if he couldn't wash his hair for a month.

Two months later, Yemo recovered and was discharged from the hospital, but he still had to take western medicine for half a year. Although the dose was a bit much, it was better than surgery.

And so far, a year has passed.

For half a year, Yemo stayed at home and helped with housework within his ability, cooking and sweeping the floor.

However, the quarrel in the past six months has never stopped, because of Yemo's illness, the family is already in debt, and some time ago, his father lost tens of thousands of bets, and the family's finances are already in crisis.

The quarrels continued to escalate within half a year, and even Ye Mo couldn't stay out of it and was scolded many times.

The words trash, scum, and useless things all hit Ye Mo's ears, but Ye Mo could only accept them.

If it wasn't for him, maybe they wouldn't be so embarrassed; if it wasn't for him, maybe they wouldn't even have such troubles.

Although Yemo never took a penny from his family at home and also helped with housework, Yemo felt a deep sense of debt for his daily food and living.

After being confirmed by the doctor for recovery, Yemo started working part-time, but because of a year and a half of treatment, countless disgusting peas appeared on Yemo's face, and these peas with poisonous blood really grew out of taking western medicine.

For the first time, Ye Mo was disliked because of his appearance, and he was rejected from work that did not consume physical strength; Ye Mo was afraid of the work that consumed physical strength, fearing that tuberculosis would relapse.

Yemo can only earn some money to subsidize the family by swiping bills online, and then embarks on the road to college again under the scorn of his family.

At the age of 23, he was about to graduate. After this exchange meeting, he had to work hard to compensate them. Yemo thought so, but he was struck to death by a thunderbolt unexpectedly.

　I've gone to bed. I have to catch my bus tomorrow and I don't know if I can still find time to write a little bit.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)