Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Suddenly, Qingru, who had checked Zhang Qiling's physical condition hundreds of times in three days, was finally so tired that she collapsed. The two of them had been pushed into the bedroom on the first floor, with the beds put together, and she had to change into a new set of sterile clothes every two hours to prevent the blood spurting out of Yan Bucun from contaminating Zhang Qiling's wound.

"If I hadn't seen you saving people with my own eyes, I would really think that you were doing some unknown experiment." After Yan Bucun lost consciousness, Chao Xu became more talkative. Perhaps it was the depressing environment in the past that forced him to be a quiet person.

Qingru acted as if no one was around and asked Xiangyang, who had been in a sterile state, to help her take off the outer sterile suit. Then, she washed the blood off her hands and put on a new layer of gloves.

Their movements were smooth, perhaps because they had done it too many times in the past three days. Zhao Xu's eyes did not move away, staring at them intently, but there was only indifference in his expression, without any possessive desire...

At that time, if Hei Xia Zi stood here as an outsider and an observer who knew a little about them, he would probably quickly discover that Chao Xu's state was different, because this brother-protecting maniac would actually let his own brother serve Qing Ru, whom he had always looked down upon.

However, during this long period of time, Chaoxu's teasing did not receive a response from Qingru, because her eyes and her entire body were always facing the wide-open door, as if to ensure that no matter what happened, she could rush over in time.

But after a long time, when the knot at the back of Qingru's waist was finally tied, she spoke.

"His condition is not caused by me, and I didn't do any experiments. If you are so worried, why don't you go and see him?" Qingru's voice was very soft and a little weak, with a dark spot under his eyes. He hadn't slept for three days, and he was only holding on because of the Yan family's strong physique.

Zhao Xu clenched his knuckles together and tightened his muscles. His thin muscles and light frame made it seem like his bones would pierce through his flesh. "I'm not worried. I'm just curious about when he will die."

"Then your curiosity will be dashed, because Yan Bushun's body is just an evolution, not death." Qingru walked into the room. A gust of wind came from nowhere and closed the door. Her back disappeared from Zhaoxu's sight.

For a long time, there was no sound in the purchased house, until Xiangyang could no longer bear the low pressure, put his innocent face close to Zhaoxu, and gently called out, "Brother..."

Chao Xu's thoughts, which had drifted away following Qingru's figure, were instantly brought back by the person in front of him. He sat on the sofa, looked up, and looked at the young man standing in front of him with a flattering smile. He didn't know what emotions were surging in his eyes, but they were quickly covered with tenderness again.

"Brother is here. Are you hungry or sleepy? I'll watch over you from now on. You take a rest." Chaoxu's tone softened and he returned to his image of a gentle and doting brother. He was so skilled at it, as if he had never shown that cold look before.

Xiangyang yawned at the right time, and took off the disposable gloves that had been on his hands. He did not refuse, "Okay."

However, although Xiangyang agreed, he did not go to his bedroom to rest. Instead, he took a step with his long legs and straddled the sofa. His legs were stuck on the back of the sofa, and his head was underneath. He lay upside down in a very strange sleeping posture.

But the love in Chaoxu's eyes became turbulent because of his action, and finally all the colors quickly disappeared, calmed down, and never existed because of Xiangyang's steady breathing.

"Awake?" Qing Ru was standing beside Zhang Qiling's bed at this time, cold and impersonal, as if he was just asking a routine question as part of his job.

Zhang Qiling propped himself up. Because the wound was sutured tightly, there was no cracking even when he leaned over to move. Then, a voice kept echoing in his head. He tilted his head in unbearable pain and found that he was only wearing a pair of white underwear, with nothing else to cover himself.

Moreover, the retention needle in his arm had been in place for too long, his muscles were numb, and his blood vessels were aching. Zhang Qiling looked further away and found that there was a tightly wrapped quilt on the bed next to him.

Among them, a transparent hose connected to the machine had been connected inside. He observed it carefully and saw something that surprised him. The hose was connected to a steady stream of blood, and the blood was transported unhindered into a hexagonal arched machine with a snow-white exterior.

Then, there was a ding sound, like a toaster popping out, and Zhang Qiling saw a blood bag sliding out from the opening at the other end of the machine.

The strange woman quickly picked up the blood bag with large tweezers, then stood on tiptoe on a stool and hung the blood bag of unknown origin on the rack above her head. Then she stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to connect the hose to the retention needle in her arm.

"Who are you?" Zhang Qiling's instinct made him subconsciously reach behind him, but he found nothing. He did not touch what he wanted.

Wait, why did he feel like he was going to be stabbed in the back?

Qingru's brows were slightly furrowed at first, but then relaxed quickly. She tried her best to make the cold upper half of her face appear unnaturally soft. "I'm a doctor. You've lost too much blood and need a blood transfusion."

"Who is he?" Zhang Qiling looked to the side, but his body tilted slightly under the pretense of weakness, allowing his left hand, which was facing away from her, to successfully grab the scalpel in the sterile tray in the middle. He held it tightly, as if he would cut her throat if the other party made any move to harm him.

But Qingru thought his little actions were a little amusing. Her playful eyes were like looking at a puppy that had been hurt many times and had no expectations of humans even after being rescued. "He is Yan Bucun, the one who saved you."

Zhang Qiling was distracted for a moment after hearing the name, but he did not find any familiar fragments in his blank brain. This hostile and unfamiliar feeling made him hold the scalpel tighter. He looked directly at Qingru, but out of the corner of his eye, he was still looking at the thing whose bulge was far beyond that of a human.

Is that a monster?

No, no, after Zhang Qiling thought of this, he quickly denied it. The blood was bright red and not sticky at all. It was too small to be from poultry, let alone livestock. Maybe the machine had replaced something and processed the inexplicable blood into blood that could be delivered to humans. Or, did she simply want to kill herself?

Zhang Qiling and Qingru were in a stalemate, and the other party had already noticed something strange about him, so in order to calm the other party's nervousness, she was the first to put down the tweezers and hung her empty hands in front of her chest, as if to say, I have no weapons to attack you, I really want to save you, you have to believe me.

Before Qingru could speak again, a groaning sound was heard, and the blood flowing in the hose instantly stagnated. The thing lying on the bed that Zhang Qiling was staring at began to move frantically until the quilt slipped off in an instant...

Zhang Qiling opened his eyes wide and reflexively pulled out his retention needle, causing blood to spurt out instantly without him being able to press the button.

No, that thing is clearly a monster!

Lying on the bed was an oval boulder, but its surface was very smooth. It was a scarlet color that made people unable to take their eyes off it, but Zhang Qiling could clearly see that there was something else inside the opaque stone. Until, a human hand made a slapping sound, as if trying to push out from the inside in an attempt to break the shackles of the outer dura mater.

But the moment it touched the outer shell, the boulder shrank even tighter, and even changed from an ellipse to a sphere with a diameter of about two meters. Because the creature inside kept struggling, it almost rolled off the bed. Fortunately, the woman next to it immediately gave it a hand, preventing it from breaking into pieces like an egg falling to the ground.

"How come you're reacting now that he's awake?!" Qingru used all her strength to hold up the red jade bead that had transformed into a super-sized version. All she could say was her analysis of the current situation. "Could it be that after the blood was mixed in, a chain reaction occurred? Damn it, I shouldn't have taken the risk and given him your blood that was still evolving..."

Zhang Qiling was confused by what he heard, so he rolled off the bed. This action did not cause the wound to burst open, but he felt pain. He covered his abdomen uncomfortably and walked forward barefoot on the warm floor. Then he stopped and looked at the ball in front of him with puzzled eyes.

When he got close enough, a face came up impatiently from inside. It was a young boy, who didn't look very old, at most fourteen or fifteen years old. Although soaked in blood, he still had a pair of dazzling, eye-catching phoenix eyes.

Zhang Qiling stared at him, but felt that the so-called evolution mentioned by the woman next to him should be degeneration. He clearly saw from the boy's face another figure that suddenly appeared in his blank memory, and it was an adult male.

"Yan Bucun..." Zhang Qiling recited subconsciously. The other party responded to the name and moved his face closer to him. Moreover, he had a look in his eyes that showed that he wanted him to continue speaking.

However, Zhang Qiling did not do as the other party wished. He just quickly pulled away under the boy's expectant gaze, and scanned the door with the scalpel in his hand. His eyes slightly opened because of other people approaching, revealing an unpleasant sense of prying.

"Wu Yi, who is that?"

Zhang Qiling dared to guarantee that since he woke up, only this name was like a curse that he could not forget. Not until he blurted out this name did he feel better in his heart, but not completely. Less than a few seconds after he said it, a strange sore and swollen feeling swept over him, which almost made him lose his grip on the scalpel in his hand.

"Has this man lost his memory?" Chao Xu watched outside for a long time and finally opened the door. Although he asked this, he did not seem to be worried about Zhang Qiling. Instead, when he looked at the huge round bead that Qingru was holding, he showed a little interest.

Qingru's forehead was covered with sweat. She hugged the ball tightly and said, "Come and help me!"

"If he doesn't want to help, is he still a human being? I'm afraid he will suddenly break out of his shell and eat my head." Chaoxu put his hands in his pockets, as if without Xiangyang around, he could show this selfishness and bad nature without any scruples.

Qing Ru cursed fiercely, "He is still him! It's just that his body can't bear the rapid fusion of two souls. This is just a phenomenon that his body returns to its original state and re-tempers itself in order to ensure that it will not burst. Besides, don't you know the reason why he eats people? In that case, what else can he do?"

After saying that, she took out one hand to support it, and with the other hand she quickly picked up the quilt and piled up a corner to ensure that the big bead would not arch down by itself.

Zhao Xu looked at her with amusement, "If it were me, I would never do such an inhumane thing."

"It's precisely because you are not him that you can't do it. Your brother has been gone for so many years, aren't you used to it?" Qingru knew that these words had to be spoken out loud so that Chaoxu, who felt that he was the most miserable person in the world, would be punished.

Zhao Xu's face quickly darkened, but soon, he smiled again, warmly, like that of a tender brother, "He is not dead, he has always been by my side."

"You've been deceiving yourself for so long, isn't that enough?!" Qingru was not going to continue. She just wanted to control Chaoxu and make him understand the truth, not to let him inspire evil thoughts and kill Yan Bushun.

Zhang Qiling did not want to join in their quarrel, so he just treated himself as a background. He had walked to the door unknowingly, but he saw that after the door was opened, layers of red lines were wrapped around the frame, blocking all his sight like a spider web.