Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Hei Xia Zi only felt that the incandescent light of the operating room in front of him was dazzling. He was injected with anesthetic and fell into a deep sleep.

He held on for so long just to give some psychological comfort to Zhang Qiling who was worried about him.

He wanted to say:

"Look, your father Qi is fine, don't look so sad. It's nice to cry for a pretty person, but I don't like you to shed tears. So, Qi, don't cry for anyone else except me in the future, okay?"

Hei Xia Zi rarely thought that such a possessive last words was worthy of his own thinking. If it could reach the ears of the real Zhang Qiling... I guess the silly boy would be so moved that he would cry.

His divergent thinking in his sleep made him look more like a brainless fool than Zhang Qiling. Did he think that dreams were a cross-reality mouthpiece? They could pass on anything to you?!

But in reality, the black bear has lost its ability to move and control over its body, and has become a prey lying quietly on the operating table, at the mercy of others.

Perhaps, it should be easy for Yan Bucun to kill Hei Xia Zi, an outsider. It should be a simple thing to fake a medical accident, right?

After all, the woman knew clearly how serious Hei Xia Zi's condition was just by looking at him for the first time.

The skin and flesh on Hei Xia Zi's body were torn apart by the red thread. Not to mention sewing it back together with a needle, this kind of wound would require a large stapler (medical skin stapler). Moreover, his internal organs had been compressed for too long, and it was still unknown whether they could recover to their original state.

In this remote suburb, Hei Xia Zi really didn't believe that there was a doctor who was the reincarnation of Hua Tuo in Yan Bucun's family.

It was not even clear whether a blood bag could be brought in, whether the tools were sterile, or how skilled the doctor was.

If Hei Xia Zi still had a little bit of strength left, he would never let these strangers treat him. He would rather sew up the torn skin and flesh himself.

It's better than entrusting your life to these idiots.

However, in fact, most of the time, Hei Xia Zi was deliberately seeking death. It seemed that at the moment of his death, he finally understood the awkward request from Yan Guangxian.

Please kill me.

The common point between the two of them is that their long lives have no end, which is something that makes people who really need immortality feel jealous, but for Hei Xia Zi himself, this endless wandering in the world is extremely boring, and the ending that he can see at a glance does not meet his psychological expectations.

He loved money because he wanted to save money for surgery, but now that he had made a lot of money, Hei Xia Zi, who was never afraid of anything, fearfully refused the German doctor's surgery.

He was very afraid that his eyes, which he could live hundreds of years before going blind, would end prematurely due to the doctor's improper operation or the only a few percent chance of success.

Such a completely dark death...

It would be better to be killed by Yan Guangshan.

Zhang Qiling didn't want to listen to Yan Bucun's instigation at all. He propped himself up, but his head was dizzy due to the high fever and he fell directly off the sofa.

"Qi Ling! You!" Yan Bucun wanted to yell, but swallowed his words back. He made a promise in a panic and wanted to pull Zhang Qi Ling up, "I'll take you to see him. I won't lie to you. Be obedient! Hurry up and get up. The ground is cold!"

In this empty villa with only a few pieces of furniture and no signs of life, Zhang Qiling had no idea where Yan Bucun had hidden Hei Xia Zi.

So Zhang Qiling just stupidly shook off Yan Bucun's hand and kept crawling forward like a dog.

Yan Bucun pulled Zhang Qiling's collar several times, but the other party was very resistant. God knows how Zhang Qiling could have so much strength while crawling with his feverish body? ! He was so stubborn that even ten cows couldn't pull him back, and Yan Bucun was afraid that if he really exerted force, Zhang Qiling's injuries would be more serious.

Then Yan Bucun quickly turned to the medical box in the wooden cabinet in the living room and hurriedly took out a sedative from it.

The hole in Zhang Qiling's heart has not been filled by any material thing yet. It is empty and in urgent need of the most important thing or person to fill it up for comfort.

All his wounds were hidden under the layers of gauze that Yan Guangshan had wrapped haphazardly, while his hands that were touching the ground were tangled up like two white radishes.

The blood on the palm of his hand oozed out again. Before Zhang Qiling's hand had recovered from the bronze leaves flying around at the bottom of Changbai Mountain, the blood scab that had been formed with great difficulty was broken by Yan Guangshan's red thread.

And once again, many new transverse injuries were caused.

The old doesn't go away, the new comes, the repeated injuries,

It's really not easy to keep these hands together until now without any damage.

Zhang Qiling's face was pale, his whole body was shaking, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but all the warnings of his body's collapse were completely ignored in his obsession with saving people.

It seems that Zhang Qiling's behavior and that of Hei Xiazi, who was blind but devoted to him, were running in the same direction.

Zhang Qiling clenched his teeth in pain without making a sound. He moved his limbs, thinking that as long as he kept crawling forward, he would eventually be able to see the black bear appear.

Unfortunately, when he approached a door that led to nowhere, he felt his consciousness suddenly become dizzy.

The pain in Zhang Qiling's body made the sedative shot given by Yan Bucun feel like an ant scratching an itch, so much so that the moment Zhang Qiling closed his eyes, he realized that he had no way of resisting all the demands made by Yan Bucun in his territory.

Fortunately, Yan Bucun is really a good person, and the treatment is real.

Judging from the methods used, including forced buying and selling and kidnapping, he and his family members really seem to be engaging in illegal organ trafficking.

Hei Xia Zi's operation went very smoothly, it was a miraculous success. He didn't know what method this group of people used to save him from the brink of disaster.

Hei Xia Zi, whose numbness had worn off, lay on a bed that was so soft that it didn't even look like a hospital bed. The bright morning sunlight was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

Hei Xia Zi relaxed his sluggish head for a while. The first thing he did when he woke up was not to call for people to serve him, but to sit quietly like a patient who had been reborn, feeling the old world that was filled with colors again?

The ECG monitor on his left side was still beeping in an orderly manner. The birds outside were fluttering in the water jar in the courtyard. The scent of soapberries lingered in his nostrils.

All of Hei Xia Zi's senses were magnified to the extreme with his eyes closed. He listened to all the sounds around him, but his mind was quieter and more silent than the lake. He raised his hand to touch his precious sunglasses, but was held down by the hand of the person next to him.

His hands were wrapped in fine gauze, which affected his sense of touch. Hei Xiazi opened his mouth, only to feel that his throat was dry from not having water in it for a long time. The sound that came out was hoarse and unpleasant, "Who?"

"Don't worry, I'm Bu Cun. Don't say too much now. The anesthetic has just worn off." Yan Bu Cun said in a flat voice. He put Hei Xiazi's hand back into the quilt and wiped the other's lips carefully with a cotton swab dipped in water.

The noble young master is quite skilled in serving others.

Hei Xia Zi pursed his lips, and stood up with difficulty, interrupting the other party's attempt to touch him again, "Where's Qi?"

"He's on the hospital bed next to you and is safe." Yan Bucun put another soft pillow in the gap between Hei Xiazi's lower back, which was very considerate.

However, Hei Xia Zi couldn't wait and pulled out the needle directly. However, when he turned around and really saw Yan Bucun, he showed his reaction as if he had seen a ghost, "No... You look so pale that you are dying."

"I am naturally beautiful, are you jealous?" Yan Bucun held his face with his right hand shamelessly. He did not intend to explain his condition in detail, and his words were directed at Hei Xiazi, who had healthy wheat-colored skin.

But Hei Xia Zi was too lazy to argue this time. He didn't even have time to put on the slippers on the ground. He became a coward when he got out of bed. If Yan Bucun hadn't been quick to help him, he would have hit the bed frame.

This is not a makeshift bed. It has rounded corners and is decorated more like a guest bed in a rich family. If someone's chin hits it, he will probably have to be taken to the doctor to have his bones straightened.

"Thank you." Hei Xia Zi was expressing his gratitude sincerely. Thanks to Yan Bucun, he was able to arrive at Zhang Qiling's bedside alive and well.

Zhang Qiling looked thinner while sleeping, or maybe the bed he was lying on was too big, causing a certain visual difference.

Zhang Qiling was sunk into the soft bed, unaffected by any sounds or movements around him. He wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and while lying on his side, his entire body was curled up restlessly, as obedient as a little wild cat that had just been picked up by its owner and was not familiar with the environment.

"You came to my bedside first because you are sure that I will wake up earlier than Qi, right?" Hei Xia Zi half squatted down and rubbed Zhang Qiling's hair very gently with his hand.

Zhang Qiling's breathing was too shallow while he was sleeping.

Yan Bucun felt a little annoyed when he saw this scene, but he had no intention of hiding it, "Well, although your injuries are serious, Qi Ling's situation is more complicated."

"What's complicated about it?" Hei Xia Zi withdrew his hand, pulled the quilt closer to Zhang Qiling, and then stood up.

The room here is very large, but the decoration is very simple. There are two beds, a huge floor-to-ceiling window, some paintings on the wall that I can't understand, and a brand new leather chair that was temporarily pulled in.

Yan Bucun sat firmly in the chair. When the sunlight fell on the ground, it just covered his entire body. Immersed in the light, he unconsciously tapped the handle on one side with his right index finger. That action seemed to be a sign of impatience, but the man's tone did not show any emotion. Even when he dropped an explosive piece of news, he was calm and somewhat inhumane.

"Perhaps there is another me living in his body."