Depths of Old Memories of the Patriarch of Demonic Dao

outside the intensive care unit.

"Ah Xian...a while ago, didn't you say...he recovered very well...why...how could...so many organs fail..." Jiang Yanli looked at Wei Wuxian's almost dying checklist, Tears can't stop.

Several critical illness notices have been issued.

"Sorry, this patient's condition is very complicated, and it has nothing to do with the knife wound on his chest. Unfortunately, we can't treat the patient with medicine. The patient's body has a terrible resistance to medicine, and even the most basic medicine can't be used. It had little effect, and only basic saline and glucose were given to keep the patient alive."

The doctor shook his head and left, leaving behind the Jinjiang family and Lan Wangji who rushed over.

"..." Lan Wangji's eyes were bloodshot.

Wen Qing and Wen Ning appeared at the corner, with a tired face and dark eyes. She came from the laboratory in a hurry, and she didn't even have time to take off her white lab coat.

"Wei Wuxian's situation, I know relatively well."

Jiang Cheng got up and gave up his seat to Wen Qing.

"When he was in the dark area, Wen Zhuliu injected him with the No. [-] neurotoxin. This toxin will gradually damage the conduction nerves of the person, making it difficult to move until he is brain dead."

"This poison existed before I entered Wen's, and there is also an antidote, but it can't be effective immediately. It will make him sleep for two days and be unable to move..."

"However, at that time, Wen Ruohan had already checked it out. In two days, our plan might be exposed, and he is the only one who can send messages without night and sky..."

The warmth stopped, and everyone looked at her. They closed their eyes tenderly, but they couldn't make a sound when they opened their mouths.She took a few deep breaths to calm down a little before continuing to speak.

"He used a semi-finished reagent. A top-secret waste semi-finished product. The original research direction of the reagent was to make people have a constitution that is invulnerable to all poisons, but this is almost impossible to achieve, so the actual effect of this reagent is also It has become absolutely resistant to drugs, and because it is a semi-finished product, the effect is not complete, and the price of being invulnerable to a hundred poisons is short life."

"This reagent is called 'Ghost Refining'. People who use it will be immune to all poisons in a short period of time, but internal organs will fail due to excessive metabolism and excessive drug resistance..."

"This semi-finished product and the No. [-] neurotoxin in Wei Wuxian's body did suppress each other in the early stage. He was able to regain his mobility and stole Wen's information. However, now these two deadly toxins have been fused into one A new type of toxin, he, never again..."

Warm words weigh on everyone's heart like a mountain.

The ward was very quiet, only the sound of machines running and jumping from time to time.

Wei Wuxian felt that he must have woken up, opened his eyes slightly, and was able to see.He was wearing an oxygen mask, and he was also connected to miscellaneous tubes.

The person standing beside the bed was wearing a sterile suit and a medical mask. When he realized that he was awake, he leaned over to look at him and didn't speak, but Wei WuXian already knew who he was with those clear eyes.

"... Lan... Zhan..."

It was faint, but he heard it.

"I'm here." Lan Wangji replied.

Wei Wuxian frowned slightly, showing a smile, closed his eyes again, and fell asleep tiredly and peacefully.

The next day, Wei Wuxian recovered, and he was able to keep sober and joking with others, but no one could really laugh.

Wei Wuxian couldn't eat, at most he drank a small bowl of liquid food, and could only survive on normal saline and glucose.

His figure dwindled with astonishing rapidity.

With him was Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian spent half a month in the hospital. On the surface, he was alive and well, as if nothing had happened. In fact, his various sensory abilities had begun to decline, and his physical condition could not improve at all.

"...Tenderness, can I... Finally... Please... Can you... One thing...?"

"Are you...really going to do this?"

"Please...forget it...count me...please..."

"..." Wen Qing heard her trembling voice, and replied him with a word: "OK..."

In the middle of the night, another ward.

The nurse on duty replaced Lan Wangji with a bottle of glucose.

……

Lan Wangji's consciousness gradually blurred.

At the corner, she tenderly discarded the syringe and two medicine bottles in her hand and put them back in her pocket, and slid weakly on the ground.

"I'm sorry...and, thank you."

Wei Wuxian's eyes opened without warning, full of peace.

He got up crookedly, unplugged the alarm and the electrocardiogram, and then limp back on the bed.

The effect of the last mitigant was only to allow him to resume such a short-lived action.

Even raising his hand was so slow and laborious.

It's the last day of three months.

Sorry, everyone.

【goodbye. 】

Lan Zhan.

【goodbye. 】

The palm finally moved to the oxygen mask on his own face.

Little by little, remove the only life-saving object.

His eyes were no longer visible, his eyes were all black, but there was still a smile on his face.

At twelve o'clock, the young man closed his eyes.His mailbox automatically sent the already written email.

When everyone arrived, the young man's body was already cold, but there was still a sad smile on his lips.

【Lan Zhan, I'm leaving. ...]

[Lan Zhan, I'm leaving!Don't miss me too much!I'm going back to Yunmeng, but unfortunately you are not free, I haven't said goodbye to you yet!It's really a pity... Come to Yunmeng to play when you have time!If I made you angry before, please forgive me!Also ask your lord to forgive me a lot!Ha ha……

——Wei Ying]

Lan Wangji held Jane's long-awaited farewell letter, looked at the email in the computer, and burst into tears.

At 15, they missed their farewells.

At 20, they missed their farewell.

The author has something to say:

I finished writing with tears on my face.

Sure enough, I shouldn't stay up in the middle of the night, and read "Langya Bang" to find the blade and swallow the code words.

Maybe I'm going to be killed.

I'll explain it later, and that's the end.