after death strike

"Look at what you said," the other party raised his chin slightly, "Why am I not him?"

Those black pupils were full of ridicule, why couldn't Li Zhizhi see it.He calmed down, but a little anger grew in his heart, and he sneered, "Even if you use the same skin as him, you can't be him."

What a joke, after 15 years of acquaintance with Ah Wang, if he can no longer recognize the difference between Ah Wang and the other party, then he will write the name upside down.

"Interesting." The other party gently retracted his open hands and applauded gracefully, "Your statement is really interesting," he raised his eyelids slightly, as if he was finally willing to give Li Zhizhi a straight look. . "It fills me with anticipation."

There was no sound at all, the closed door remained motionless, and the appearance of this person seemed strange and quiet as if he had appeared out of thin air.Li Zhizhi stared at him, and his tone was affirmative: "You are that person—the one who suddenly made a noise, bent over Ye Yizhou, set up puzzles for fun, and even performed against me on stage—the one."

"Wrong." The mysterious man shook his head, and said with an exclamation full of regret, "Didn't I tell you? Li Zhizhi," he raised the corners of his mouth, making a face that he was very unfamiliar with on Li Zhizhi's familiar face. The expression, "I'm not human, I'm Death."

grim Reaper--

When he uttered these two words lightly, Li Zhizhi suddenly became dizzy. For a moment, it seemed that all the memories were replayed in his mind like a revolving lantern, and it seemed that thousands of speakers were playing at the same time in his ears. Noisy and chaotic, weightlessness and dizziness pulled and tore him apart like ropes protruding from one side to the other. For a moment, thousands of horses galloped past him, and thousands of meteors fell from his head. The weight made Li Zhizhi completely confused where he was.

He even smelled an uncomfortable, rotten smell of soil, and a black mist that rose at an unknown time filled the air. The room that was originally empty and empty was immediately narrow and cramped, as if a party was constantly moving. Squeezed iron box.

Li Zhizhi could no longer see clearly what was in front of him, he could only vaguely see a silhouette with a strange appearance standing between the turbulent black mist: it seemed to be wearing a heavy robe, with a long sickle in his hand The shadow alone is scary enough.

He barely stood up, and it took a lot of strength just to do so.It wasn't until that shadow suddenly stepped forward, waved his sleeves, and didn't know what he did, that the uncomfortable energy gradually disappeared, and he became balanced.

The weird and strange scene at the moment, just like Li Zhizhi originally tried to explain it with scientific reasons, but now he can only accept it completely——

"If you are the god of death..." Li Zhizhi took a deep breath, and happily asked the doubts that had been pent up in his heart for a long time, "Why didn't you take me away?"

"I--I'm already dead, right?"

The god of death—the shadow shrouded in the black mist of death aura smiled softly, as if mocking, but also full of pity.Revealing the prototype, he did not directly answer Li Zhizhi's question, nor did he start a discussion on this point, but raised an irrelevant question:

"Do you know where you are now?" After taking off his disguise, his voice changed back to the one Li Zhizhi had heard before.

Where?Hearing this, Li Zhizhi couldn't help looking around, but the surrounding black mist blocked his vision, and even made him feel lost. It was still a question whether he was still in reality, let alone asked him to answer.

"I don't know." He shook his head honestly, but couldn't help asking impatiently, "What exactly are you trying to do?!"

"Don't worry, don't worry--" the voice of the god of death was soft as if he was coaxing the child to sleep, but no matter how he listened, Li Zhizhi could hear the bad character of "I'm watching a good show" hidden in it. "You have a lot of questions, and I have a lot of answers. Now that you've come here...wouldn't it be interesting to take it easy and solve them one by one?"

Is this the supreme, emotionless god who doesn't take human beings seriously?

Li Zhizhi sneered wordlessly.His face was already bloodless, but it was set off by the pervading black mist, making it even paler, like a bright and cold dead moon hanging in the night sky.

It doesn't matter, his time has already stopped.If he wants to take his time, he can afford it.

"I've never been to this place."

He has never been to this block or this building, and he has no memory of the name here.Li Zhizhi even suspected that the shape of the key that was the same as his own key was the trick of the other party - the purpose was just to muddy the water and make this game more interesting for him.

The moment he answered, the shadow that couldn't see clearly trembled suddenly, accompanied by a few loud laughter that made people listen to it, and it looked like a person who was laughing to and fro.

Li Zhizhi held back his anger and restrained his urge to rush up and punch him.

It wasn't until the other party finished laughing that he slowly said a name that made him freeze in place almost instantly.

"This is Lai Xiaohua's home, don't you know?"

Lai Xiaohua... Lai Xiaohua.This is a name that fills him with self-blame and remorse, and makes him subconsciously want to cover his ears to escape.It was also a name that he deliberately forgot and never expected to be mentioned at this time.

"You...how did you know?" His voice was dry, and it was only after he finished asking the question that he realized that the person standing in front of him was not an ordinary human being, but a god of death.

"How would I know?" Death's light voice fell into Li Zhizhi's ears, "I took Lai Hongbo away."

Lai Hongbo, Lai Xiaohua's father, died of a sudden myocardial infarction at the age of 35.Li Zhizhi never said a word to this person, because when he met Lai Hongbo, he was already in a coma, his body was filled with various tubes and instruments used to prolong his life, and he was lying on the hospital bed all day long-until His heart stopped.

Li Zhizhi's feet were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't even retreat.

The disappointment and guilt on his face could not escape the gaze of Death God. The other party seemed to think that it was boring for him to just keep silent, and lost the patience to wait, so he continued directly.

"It's normal for people to be born, grow old, get sick and die. Seventy percent of the souls I took away were sick and dead. Li Zhizhi, you weren't even qualified to be on the operating table at the time. Lai Hongbo's death has nothing to do with you." ?”

Straightforward, mean, spicy, but not without reason.Although Li Zhizhi understood all these reasons, he just couldn't take the responsibility that he had taken without authorization.

It's him, it's him who can't do anything—

Studying medicine was Li Zhizhi's first decision after recovering.After witnessing his closest relatives being tortured to the point where they almost lost their human form and could only lie on the bed waiting to die, he no longer wanted to see anyone close to him leave him due to illness.

Picking up the scalpel and racing against the god of death to save lives and prevent others from suffering the same fate as himself is the only thing Li Zhizhi wants to do in his life.

Therefore, Li Zhizhi chose to study medicine without hesitation when filling out the application form.After studying for a doctoral degree, he chose Professor Ge, who specializes in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, as his advisor.The other party is experienced and seasoned, dedicated to academic research, and has many successful surgical cases under his staff. He is a teacher that Li Zhizhi both respects and admires.He often follows the opponent on the operating table. Even though he is not qualified to be the chief surgeon, he has learned a lot as a mere recorder.

But being a doctor is not as simple as Li Zhizhi thought.Especially the resurrection of the dead, which almost only happens in mythology, is surprisingly difficult to perform in reality.

Even his mentor, there are many people who cannot be saved, and there are many people who are too late to save.

Lai Hongbo is one of them.

Because of overwork, Lai Hongbo was admitted to the hospital due to a sudden coma. Li Zhizhi, who was an intern in the hospital at the time, admitted him and immediately diagnosed a sudden myocardial infarction.Because he was only an intern, further treatment was given to Professor Ge.However, Lai Hongbo woke up midway, articulate and acted normally, and seemed to be fine. When the doctors thought he was fine, he suddenly had a heart attack again, and this time he never woke up again, but became a vegetative state .

Life is impermanent, who would have thought of such an accident?

Lai Hongbo was the patient he admitted, and it was the first time he came into contact with such a seriously ill patient.Li Zhizhi, who was already full of worries, couldn't help but visit him every day during the ward rounds. Naturally, he also got to know his wife and seven-year-old son Lai Xiaohua.

——The same age as when he was completely orphaned.

Lai Xiaohua has a shy personality and doesn't like to talk, but unexpectedly he doesn't reject Li Zhizhi, but often pulls him to ask about his "asleep" father.

During the chat, Li Zhizhi also knew the situation of their family.Lai Xiaohua used to be a left-behind child. His parents went to work in the city and left him at home until last year before taking him to the city to study in elementary school.The original family conditions were relatively difficult. Without the father as the pillar, the family's life was even more stretched.

"When will Dad wake up?" Every time Lai Xiaohua followed his mother to visit Lai Hongbo who had become a vegetable, every time he would grab Li Zhizhi's sleeve and open his eyes to ask questions, and every time, Li Zhizhi's answer was different. can only be:

"He'll wake up soon."

What could he say to an innocent child?

Does it mean that his father has almost no possibility of treatment, and even if there is, they may not be able to afford the risk of surgery and the pre-operative and post-operative expenses?

He could see clearly, holding Lai Xiaohua's mother tightly, the despair in his eyes deepened, and his face became more and more haggard - the pressure from life made her almost unable to hold on.

But Li Zhizhi couldn't say anything, and couldn't do anything.He could only lie to Lai Xiaohua again and again with a gentle smile on his face:

"Your father will be fine, don't worry."

Until the day when Lai Hongbo's family signed the treatment waiver agreement, he still said so to Lai Xiaohua.

The author has something to say: Li Zhizhi: Is it interesting to act like this, Brother Death?

grim Reaper:……

Lai Hongbo's case was a case of a distant relative that I actually experienced last year.

It's a bit heavy, because I finally wrote about the reason why Lizhi committed suicide.