Infinite Throne

To this day, Lin Yebai still has the "Glimmer" special effect. After coming out of the world of cultivation, his soul has been emitting a faint glow. It is usually not noticeable, like a soft light filter. After turning into a hand, it is very eye-catching in the eyes of the audience in the live broadcast room.

It can be called "God's Left Hand".

Of course, ordinary people in the world of cursed objects cannot see this glow. This middle-aged man is no different from other crazy gamblers.

If you switch the perspective and choose to see Lin Yebai's prototype, you can see a palm-sized Lin Yebai floating on the left hand.

Most viewers choose to see the "God's Left Hand" form, which is more interesting. After all, the special skin of the "God's Left Hand" form can only be seen in the current world.

The lights are dim, and the music is covered by the voices. On the gambling table, everyone's eyes follow the dice until the crisp sound of landing is heard, and everyone's eyes shift again and fall on the dice.

The top side is three points.

Small.

"How can it be small?"

The middle-aged man stared at the dice in disbelief.

"You lost."

"Let's play another round. I won't lose this round again..." The middle-aged man seemed to be immersed in a fantasy dream. He just wanted to continue and didn't want to consider the reality at all.

"You already owe two million. You have reached the upper limit."

"Two million?" The middle-aged man shuddered, as if he was soaked in ice water, and said in a daze: "You are wrong. I don't owe so much."

"Look, this is the IOU you wrote."

The casino staff put a stack of IOUs in front of the middle-aged man. His attitude was always gentle, but his eyes were very subtle.

He has seen too many gamblers like this.

"How could it be..."

The middle-aged man looked at the stack of IOUs, his mind was distracted.

"I will give you three days to raise funds. When the time is up, we will come to collect the debt."

After the staff said that, two strong men in black short-sleeved T-shirts half pushed and half lifted the middle-aged man and his IOU out of the back door of the casino.

"So much, they did it on purpose..."

The middle-aged man sat on the steps, holding the IOU tightly in his hand, his eyes red, with hatred, cowardice and fear.

[Glutinous Rice Dumplings]: When I won money, I didn't think they did it on purpose, but when I lost money, my IQ returned

[Messenger of Justice]: The casino is not a charity, how can anyone think that they can get money just by going in

It was late at night, and he tried to light a cigarette for himself.

But the hand that lit the cigarette was shaking slightly, and he failed to light it several times.

The hand was really shaking, and it was very obvious.

The left hand held the cigarette, and the right hand held the lighter, but no matter what, he couldn't light the cigarette.

? ? ?

The middle-aged man was a little confused and couldn't help pinching himself. Is this a dream? But he took a breath of cold air, the pain was really painful, and the IOU was really an IOU. His face became darker and darker, and he was not in the mood to light a cigarette, and sat there blankly.

Lin Yebai felt that second-hand smoke was not good, and he didn't like the smell of smoke, so he avoided the lighter.

While the middle-aged man was in a daze, Lin Yebai was also thinking about the main body of the resentment this time. Is it this left hand?

The left hand has been patient for a long time and wants to teach its useless owner a lesson?

You will know when you find a chance to try.

"My love is like the tide, love pushes me towards you like the tide..."

The phone rang, and the middle-aged man took out his phone from his pocket. The caller ID showed his wife.

He hung up the phone, and the other party called again.

"Is there something?" He frowned, but instantly changed his tone to be superior. After all, as the head of the family, he has a lot of say in his family.

"Where are you so late, why don't you go home?"

"Overtime." He was already very impatient.

"I asked your colleagues, your company doesn't work overtime today." The woman's voice was obviously a little tired, and there was a little sadness.

"Don't worry about what's going on outside." He did not answer the other party's question directly.

"Tiantian has a fever and keeps calling daddy. Please come back soon. I've given him antipyretics, but it didn't work." She cried, and there was a slight sound of clothes rubbing against each other, as if she wiped her tears.

"I'm not a doctor... Please send Tiantian to the hospital quickly, I'll be there soon."

"Tiantian is not a one or two-year-old child anymore, he's five or six years old, how can I carry him there alone? I have to bring other things, and I have to register at the hospital..."

"Pack your things, I'll be back soon." The middle-aged man wiped his face, folded the IOU and put it in his pocket, got up and hailed a taxi.

"You go directly to the hospital, I've already carried Tiantian out."

"See you at the hospital entrance."

She hung up the phone, and there was a flash of lightning outside the window, thunder roared, and soon it started to rain heavily.

She put on a raincoat for her son first, then held him in her arms, with a mountaineering bag on her back, which contained her son's water cup, clothes, towel, toilet paper, wet wipes, ID card, household registration booklet, medical card, etc.

"The child is sick?" The driver couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw it.

"Well, let's go to the First Municipal Hospital, where the pediatric department is good."

"Sister, why are you taking your child to the hospital alone?"

"He's working overtime."

"You still have to ask for leave. It's so inconvenient to take your child to the hospital alone..."

The rain is getting heavier and hitting the glass windows.

"Mom, I'm scared..."

The son is already confused and keeps crying.

"Don't be afraid, Tiantian, you'll be fine when you get to the hospital."

"The doctor will treat Tiantian, and Tiantian will get better soon..."

"Where's Dad?" Tiantian asked subconsciously.

In the hearts of children, mom and dad are equally important. When they are sick, they lack a sense of security and hope that mom and dad will be with them.

"Dad has gone to the hospital and is waiting for us."

"Oh..."

The taxi flashed a light yellow light in the rain and soon stopped at the door of the hospital.

"Be careful on the road."

The driver was a little worried and left only after seeing the mother and son enter the hospital gate.

The middle-aged man came a few minutes late and hugged his son to comfort him. His wife began to register and handle the procedures.

The middle-aged man touched his son's forehead with his left hand and frowned because it was so hot. Lin Yebai was also a little worried. This child didn't have a common cold and might be very sick.

"How did you take care of the child? Let the child be so sick..." The middle-aged man stared at his wife, very dissatisfied.

"It's like you have seen the child. Only I take care of him. What about you?" The wife questioned.

"I have to work outside, I have to support you."

"I..." The wife has been a full-time mother for several years to take care of the children. Recently, she is planning to find an opportunity to re-enter the job. For a moment, she didn't know how to refute.

"Don't quarrel, don't quarrel..." Tiantian sobbed and cried, confused and helpless.

"Try to stay quiet in the hospital and don't scare the children." The nurse patted Tiantian's back gently.

During this period of time, only the emergency doctors were in each department. After a series of blood tests, temperature checks, electrocardiograms and other examinations, the resident doctor looked serious: "Considering it is acute leukemia, you should be mentally prepared."

"What can I do now?" Tiantian's mother calmed down.

"Prepare the money, the child may need long-term chemotherapy."

"Okay... Thank you, Dr. Chen." Tiantian's mother looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "How much money is left in our family account?"

"About 100,000." The middle-aged man's forehead was sweating unconsciously. That was before. Now the account is empty and the credit card limit has been maxed out by him.

"Use the money in your card first. My money has been invested and cannot be withdrawn for the time being." He frowned, his heart beating like a drum.

"Okay." Tiantian's mother did not suspect for the time being. She occasionally did some part-time jobs while taking care of the children, and she also had some savings.

"How much money do you have now? Transfer it to me..." Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, his left hand automatically raised and slapped the face with regular features twice.

"What?" Tiantian's mother didn't hear clearly.

"I mean transfer it to me..."

"Pa pa——" The left hand was raised, and there were two more slaps.

The middle-aged man's face was swollen evenly on both sides, his eyes were blank, and he was a little aggrieved and a little angry. He had never been slapped like this since he was a child.

"I know you blame yourself, although you don't care about your children like a dead person. The most important thing now is to raise money. When the money is raised, you can slap as long as you want..." Tiantian's mother stared at her swollen husband with an expressionless face.

"I mean..." The middle-aged man wanted to repeat it again. He wanted to take some of the capital and try again to win the money back, so that he could pay for the treatment and his wife would not know.

He had memorized the rules of the number combinations. If he was given some time, he would be able to control his wins and losses and would not lose as badly as before.

"Pa pa pa——" Lin Yebai controlled his left hand to slap him again.

Slapping really works. The harder you slap, the faster it will disappear.

[Messenger of Justice]: Damn! Slap this dog to death!

[Succubus Big Sister]: Slap louder, I'm so angry

[Super Rich Orange Seat]: Sure enough, the left and right hands are good helpers for humans

The medical staff were stunned. Although they had seen all kinds of people in the hospital and had seen many joys and sorrows, they did not expect to see a man slapping his face with his left hand in the middle of the night.

He burst into tears. It must be painful. After all, every slap was so loud and every slap was done with all his strength.

He tried to hold his left hand with his right hand, but he couldn't hold it.

"Help..."

"Help... help me..."

He spoke a little unclearly and looked at the doctor for help. You may not believe it, but it was the hand that moved by itself!

His left hand was out of control and he slapped his face wildly!

How could such a strange thing happen? ? ?

"Meng Ziyou, are you okay?" Tiantian's mother felt that something was wrong with her husband.

"Yes, something..."

"Give him a shot to calm him down." The resident doctor also saw that the man didn't seem to be voluntarily hitting himself.

Although some symptoms manifest as limb loss of control, no one's symptoms are slapping themselves... Sure enough, what the teacher said was right, patients really don't get sick according to the key points.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Meng Ziyou's left hand stopped again.

"No more hitting?" Tiantian's mother asked.

"Not many." Meng Ziyou spoke a little vaguely, his face was swollen like a pig's head, his eyes were blurred with tears, and it was horrible.

"It seems to be healed. Maybe it's because he was too emotional and had some special stress response." The doctor pondered.

"Woo..." Meng Ziyou didn't dare to ask his wife for money again, for fear that his left hand would go crazy again.

"Go and raise money quickly, Tiantian is still waiting." His wife urged.

"Okay." Meng Ziyou went to the men's bathroom, intending to be alone, wash his face, and solve his personal problems.