The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

She hasn't drank milk for a long time.

Sooner or later this day will come, Pan Shu thought.

But this inexplicable illness is really painful.

It was so painful that it felt as if the bone marrow was being broken bit by bit, then roughly connected, and then broken again. Blood seemed to be oozing out of her pores, and she was so suffocated that she could hardly breathe.

The system said, "Host, if I forcibly remove 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, "Anyway, as the male protagonist, Jiang Zhao no longer has the will to destroy the world. To a certain extent, I can consider my mission a success."

She decided to use her death to finally force Jiang Zhao.

……

The red light in the emergency room stayed on for three days and nights.

Jiang Zhao, Jiang Chen, and Lu Xiyu stayed outside and didn't sleep for three days and three nights.

The two teenagers who were fighting to the death lost a lot of weight.

Especially Jiang Chen.

He leaned against the wall, head tilted up, and his Adam's apple slid uncomfortably.

The tail of the eye is scarlet.

It is a cruel despair to the extreme.

Lu Xiyu rubbed the roller on the lighter with trembling hands, biting the 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 was sitting in a wheelchair, with a blanket covering his legs. He closed his eyes. His clear outline still looked very young, but it made him extremely sad for no reason.

"What did the doctor say?" the young man asked hoarsely.

"The probability of successful surgery is only 0.39%."

0.39%.

What kind of numbers is this.

Later, Jiang Zhao spent his whole life unable to understand this string of numbers.

The young man lowered his eyes and became completely quiet.

The long and narrow ends of the eyes are filled with a seductive peach color, exquisite and eye-catching.

Jiang Chen raised his eyes and looked at the operating room, holding the piece of chocolate with a worn outer packaging tightly in his palm. It was winter and the chocolate was frozen hard, as if he was holding a piece of hard glass.

A long gap was made in the palm of the hand.

He exhaled slowly.

Silently pray to the gods.

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 liked to fool him.

This time is no exception.

Almost as soon as he begged, the lights in the operating room went out with a snap.

The hospital, filled with the smell of disinfectant, was eerily silent.

Only the three men could be heard, not in the same frequency, but the violent beating of their heartbeats.

The doctor came out, with blood on his rubber gloves. 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 very bad condition right now."

The moon outside the hospital was round and bright, and heavy snow was falling on the ground. The doctor said, "I won't survive tonight. If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly."

The doctor said, "The patient keeps calling Jiang Zhao."

The doctor said, "The patient's will to live is very low."

The will to live is very low.

But until her death, she was thinking about the children she had raised since childhood.

Although they couldn't tell what their emotions were, Jiang Chen and Lu Xiyu, without exception, chose to stand behind Jiang Zhao, so that the first thing the woman on the operating table saw was Jiang Zhao.

That was the child she had raised since childhood.

It's her favorite child.

Only now did Jiang Chen understand the cruel fact that he had never been chosen by her.

That brief, so-called choice.

In fact, it is just for the sake of a more logical abandonment next time.

Sometimes Jiang Chen would be unwilling to give in.

But he is Jiang Chen.

Not Jiang Zhao.

From the moment 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 tugged her lips and said in a very soft voice, "Lian, don't you even call me sister...?"

"elder sister……"

Jiang Zhao suddenly covered his face in pain and opened his mouth in confusion, "What should Jiang Zhao do... to keep you..."

She lay on the cold operating table and smiled softly, just like 12 years ago, in the orphanage, she held his hand and said softly, "Tomorrow Zhaozhao, please call me Jiang Zhao. "

——I hope you shine as brightly as the sun.

"Although I don't know how to comfort you." Pan Shu paused and her delicate eyebrows frowned slightly.

Blood spilled from her lips again.

The whole body was shrouded in a broken, absurd silence.

"But please live well." Pan Shu was quiet for two seconds. It was difficult for her to say a word, "Live like the sun."

The young man shook his head hastily.

he does not want.

He just wants his sister to live well.

Jiang Zhao is the worst kid in the world.He was not meant to shine as brightly 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 are clearly early signs.

She doesn't care about Jiang Zhao, but she cares about whether Jiang Zhao grows up to be an upright and kind child.

She doesn't care about Jiang Zhao, but she cares about whether Jiang Zhao lives a healthy life.

She felt sorry for every scar on Jiang Zhao's body.

And just because.

He is Jiang Zhao.

And he himself is actually not important at all.

Jiang Zhao suddenly felt that he was being hypocritical.It feels ridiculous again.

Pan Shu looked at him quietly, then looked at Jiang Chen, and curved her lips softly, "No matter what, Jiang Chen, I still want to say sorry to you."

Jiang Chen felt that he was so sad that he was about to die.

I don't know how long it took, one second, maybe two seconds.

Pan Shu's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

She started vomiting blood again.

Finally, she said, "I'm sorry, but please let me get some sleep."

Pan Shu gently closed her eyes.

Slowly, slowly, the last breath disappeared.

The heartbeat on the ECG monitor gradually turned into a steady straight line.

"elder sister……"

"elder sister……!"

The boy held the woman's cold hand tightly, tears streaming down his face, "...Sister."

Jiang Chen looked at the woman with a quiet face quietly. Even if she died, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.He finally determined that Jiang Chen was unimportant and that he had never been truly chosen.

The heavy snow stopped.

It rained heavily in Beijing.

It almost flooded the entire city, and the sky was dark, like a harbinger of the end.

It's just that this heavy rain comes and goes quickly.

The young man knelt in front of the tombstone, caressing the photo on the inscription with his eyebrows and eyes tenderly. His pale face was stained with a sickly blush, and he gently kissed the forehead of the woman in the photo.

"Sister." Jiang Chen said slowly, "No need to say sorry."

"Later I was jealous of Jiang Zhao for a long time."

"But now."

"I'm not jealous anymore. My sister doesn't allow him to die, but Jiang Chen can." He said, "I will go to accompany my sister soon."

--Live well.

These four words are shackles, punishment, and endless pain.