global pollution

Human beings exposed to pollutants will be distorted in mind and body, and infected bodies will be born with the help of hosts after death...

Optional exchange items: Increase your own pollution value by 5/100...

"Am I really an infected body?"

This result made him unacceptable, because it meant that the real Xia Ren was dead, and he was just an unknown creature with his memory that appeared for some reason.

In my impression, there are two crematoriums in Jupiter City, and Xia Qiudong will definitely choose the closest one. He rushed downstairs, eager to verify his conjecture, but before he walked out of the community, he saw a familiar crematorium from a distance. figure.

It's my sister, she's back!

Feeling flustered for a moment, Xia Ren wanted to go directly to explain the situation, but subconsciously hid in the gazebo beside him.

She was holding something in her hands, and there was a woman beside her supporting her shoulders. Xia Ren also knew this woman, and she was a colleague with a good relationship with her sister.

As it got closer, Xia Ren turned his back against the pillar, his heart pounding.

He saw that although it was wrapped in cloth, Xia Qiudong was holding an urn in his hand.

What to do, what should I do?

How should I say that I am not dead, how should I explain that what you hold in your hand may not be me, how should I make you believe such a bizarre thing?

"Xiao Xia, it's been two days, you have to be careful, your body won't be able to handle it if you don't eat..."

The conversation faded away, and Xia Ren still didn't have the courage to jump out to reveal his identity.

He lost his soul and sat paralyzed in the hot gazebo.

Xia Ren is dead, at least according to everyone's knowledge, he is dead.

No identity, no relatives, no friends, this is the situation he will, or is facing.

"System, am I dead?"

This is the only object he can ask.

However, what responded to him was a brief silence.

Just when Xia Ren was about to despair, the text unfolded:

The host is not dead.

Current Race: Human.

Chapter 10 Ping Shiqing

The ups and downs of life are so fast, Xia Ren is almost moved to tears by the system.

He sat in the gazebo, looking at the floor where he had lived for more than 20 years, with complicated thoughts in his heart.

"Nevertheless, I cannot go back for the time being."

A cremated person suddenly appeared in front of her, and no one could easily accept it, even if their relationship was siblings, showing up rashly before she was fully prepared would only disrupt her life.

"We must first understand the issue of the corpse. I am clearly here, so who is being cremated?"

Also, how was he contaminated.

It is very difficult to investigate. The first point is that Xia Ren's own identity cannot be revealed.

He needs to find a trustworthy person, this person should not be too rigid, must have strong receptivity, and at the same time, the relationship should not be too close to him, otherwise there may be mistakes due to feelings.

This is more worrying.

After graduating from university, Xia Ren stayed at home and had a very narrow social circle. It is really not easy to find such a person.

Just when he was debating whether to find Gao Le, his best friend since childhood, a man in a white coat appeared in his mind.

"Almost forgot about her!"

Fortunately, the ID card had not been cancelled, so Xia Ren was able to take a taxi to the Third People's Hospital.

This is also the place where he found the tumor back then, and the follow-up examinations are also here.

Two years ago, Xia Ren met Ping Shiqing who was an intern at the time, she was the one who chased him out of the consulting room and patted Xia Ren on the shoulder with a mature face, telling him that he should eat and drink, life is short , carpe diem in time, Xia Ren was really moved.

However, two years have passed in a flash, and Xia Ren watched as she graduated from an intern and started to lead new recruits. The hairline on her forehead became higher and higher, but her condition remained the same. Although it didn't get worse, it didn't get better either. You must know that what he had was a malignant tumor, and it was an inoperable type. After the diagnosis, the patient would die in pain within a year. This situation is simply a medical miracle. Like seeing a giant panda, I pulled myself to chat for a long time.

She has a carefree personality, and more importantly, she has a rough nerve, and she is young and receptive. She is simply the best person to understand the situation.

It was almost noon when Xia Ren rushed to the hospital, probably because the weather was too hot, there were not many people seeing the doctor today.

He bought a disposable mask and glasses from a roadside supermarket, which covered his entire face, making it difficult for him to recognize familiar people even at a distance.

When I came to the consulting room where Dr. Ping was staying, I remembered that she should be on duty today, but there was no one in the consulting room.

He had no choice but to ask the nurse at the service desk outside.

"Do you know where Dr. Ping from neurosurgery is?"

"Doctor Ping?" The little nurse thought for a while, "It seems to be going for rounds."

"Thank you."

It was time to rest soon, and Xia Ren didn't want to wait another two hours. He hurried to the inpatient building, searched floor by floor, and finally found the other party's figure on the fifth floor.

But the trouble is that there are two people behind the other party, who are her interns.

He couldn't do anything for a while, so he could only pretend to be a passer-by and quietly followed behind him. Fortunately, after walking a few steps, Dr. Ping said to the two interns, "Thank you, you two go to eat first, and I will go down later." .”

After the two interns disappeared at the corner of the corridor, Xia Ren came behind Dr. Ping, saw through the glass that there seemed to be no one in the ward next to him, and suddenly called out in a low voice, "Big girl!"

Da Ya is Ping Shiqing's nickname, and Xia Ren also heard it when she was answering the phone from her family, and was threatened by her not to speak out because of this.

Suddenly hearing someone calling him that, Dr. Ping turned around in surprise and saw a man wearing a mask.

Before she could react, she was grabbed by the arm and dragged to a side ward.

"let me go!"

Subconsciously thinking that the other party is a bad person, just when she was about to break free, the man suddenly put a finger on her mouth, and said at the same time: "Shh, don't make a sound, I'm not a bad person."

The voice was a bit familiar, and Dr. Ping didn't make any more excessive movements. Dr. Ping struggled a little less. Looking at the man's figure, she always felt familiar.

"Who are you? Why do you know my nickname?"

She asked.