Undying Patient

Su Jinzhi could see that No. [-] was waiting for No. [-]'s order to decide whether to stab him to death with this dagger.

There were bursts of burning pain from the palm of his cut by the dagger, and as the heartbeat continued to burst out blood, the blood loss and severe pain made Su Jinzhi's face gradually turn pale, and he leaned back slightly, trying to relax his body , to reduce his threat to number zero.

However, as soon as he moved, Zero's dagger also moved, and the blade pressed tightly against the fragile flesh of his neck.Su Jinzhi had no doubt that No. [-] had the strength to cut off his neck directly.

Panting for breath, he glanced at the people near Qianqiu Terrace, hoping that some of them would come to rescue him.

But when the assassination came suddenly, everyone around Qianqiu Terrace looked at them blankly. Su Jinzhi looked at Gu Shurong, and just as he opened his mouth to call for help, all the people present suddenly stood up from the guest chairs, pulled out The sword pointed at No. [-] and No. [-], and said in unison: "Bold magic cultivator, how dare you sneak into my cultivation world and cause trouble!"

Su Jinzhi got the help he wanted without making a sound, but to be honest, watching this scene, Su Jinzhi didn't feel at ease at all, but felt a little weird.

If Gu Shurong said these words, Su Jinzhi would feel that there was nothing wrong with it, but he drew his sword and pointed at people number one and number zero, as well as Yun Jing.

Su Jinzhi didn't miss the murderous intent in Yunjing's eyes just now - Yunjing wanted to kill him at first, but now he wants to save him with everyone, no matter how you look at it, it feels abnormal.

And those who had already held the swords gathered towards them with stagnant eyes, and surrounded the four of them like puppets under control. Seeing this, No. But suddenly said: "Wait."

As soon as number one spoke, number zero stopped moving, and the monks who gathered towards them also stopped moving.

The dagger had cut through the flesh of Su Jinzhi's neck, and got stuck in the cut flesh. Even a slight movement like swallowing saliva would make the wound on the neck torn by the blade deeper and deeper.

Jiang Youhui looked at the red liquid winding down from the boy's neck, and finally couldn't hold back and took a step forward.

And No. [-] also pinpointed the timing, stepped forward, and stabbed the dagger hidden in his sleeve into his chest from behind.

Jiang Youhui's figure trembled slightly, but No. [-] pushed the dagger deeper. The cold blade pierced through the red wedding dress and penetrated the man's body. Su Jinzhi watched his blood drop along the blade, breathing almost Standing still, tears welled up all at once, regardless of the dagger that No. [-] was still hanging on his neck, he pulled his neck and said loudly: "No!"

"Kill me! Don't touch him!" Su Jinzhi turned his head, looked at No. [-] and begged.

Zero put the dagger back, raised his hand and gently wiped the wound on Su Jinzhi's neck.

This movement is very weird, but it has no effect except to make the wound hurt. Seeing this, No. [-] frowned, and finally said: "Let's make a deal."

Jiang Youhui asked him, "What do you want?"

"Take your life for his life."

"Don't promise him!" Before Jiang Youhui could answer, Su Jinzhi shouted anxiously.

No. [-] didn't say anything else, just sighed softly: "He will die..."

This sentence was like a switch. As soon as the words fell, Jiang Youhui raised his head and took a deep look at Su Jinzhi.

The moment their eyes met, Su Jinzhi's mind was shaken, because he was so familiar with that gaze - it condensed countless complex emotions, as if passing through a long period of vicissitudes and despair.

"I had a dream..." Jiang Youhui pulled the corners of his lips, his snow-white hair fluttered gently in the air, his face was obviously still young, but Su Jinzhi had the feeling that he was getting old, " In the dream, you told me that it’s okay to break up, you’ve always been there, and I can come and see you when I miss you.”

"But you lied to me..." Jiang Youhui stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch him again, "I can't find you anywhere except in my memory..."

Su Jinzhi screamed and rolled down from the wheelchair. His legs couldn't move, so he could only crawl, but when he climbed to the place where Jiang Youhui was, his figure had already dissipated into countless careful light spots, dissipating in the air and finally disappear.

"Why did you kill him! Why did you kill him!"

Jiang Youhui's last words tore apart all of Su Jinzhi's peace. As soon as he opened his eyes, he yelled and pushed everything he could touch to the ground in front of him. The person standing in front of him seemed to be suddenly Startled by the cry, he took a few steps back and stood far away from him.

The iron bowls and chopsticks landed on the tiled floor, making a crisp crash, which drowned out the man's screams.

Su Jinzhi ignored her, lying on the small table and crying, "Why did you kill him..."

No one answered him.

Su Jinzhi didn't cry for long, because soon some people in white clothes came in from outside, entered the room where he was, grabbed Su Jinzhi's arm and pushed him down on the bed.Su Jinzhi didn't struggle, and let those people fix his limbs on the bed.

He raised his head blankly, his eyes fixed on the incandescent lamp in the center of the ceiling, tears welled up in his eyes, and then slid down the corners of his eyes into the hair on his sideburns.

Seeing that he was no longer struggling, the men in white gradually loosened their grip on him.

"What's wrong?" An adult man walked aside and asked in a low voice to the woman who had been in the house from the beginning.

Their voices were so low that Su Jinzhi could only hear some of them vaguely.

"I came to feed him, but for some reason he suddenly became agitated and overturned the food..."

"Did he say anything?"

"He kept shouting 'Why did you kill him'." The woman paused, with unconcealable fear in her voice, "Director, isn't he really a murderer?"

The man replied: "I don't know either, the dean said let's take care of him for a while."

The woman was silent and didn't speak, or maybe she did, because their voices were so low that Su Jinzhi couldn't hear them clearly, but only vaguely heard some.

The other nurses quickly cleaned up the food on the floor. The man called "Director" walked to the bedside and glanced at Su Jinzhi, then turned to another male nurse and said, "Give him a bowl of porridge in half an hour." , Don’t untie the restraint belt during feeding, be careful, don’t let him get hurt.”

"Yes, I see." The male nurse responded.

Then the group of people went out one after another like when they came. The male nurse closed the door, but left a small window to observe the movement of the people in the room at any time.

"Host." The voice of No. [-] appeared in Su Jinzhi's mind.

Su Jinzhi closed his eyes and said coldly, "Get lost."

Number One continued: "If he doesn't die, you will die in that world too."

"I don't want to listen to you now!" Su Jinzhi yelled out these words directly, his limbs were struggling desperately on the bed, but his back was pulled back just after leaving the bed, because his hands and feet were bound flexibly The belt is fixed on the bed, like a caged animal, which can only struggle painfully in place.

"Why?" No. [-] was still aggressive, "Because I killed Jiang Youhui, or because what he said hit your sore spot? Are you feeling guilty and afraid to face it?"

Su Jinzhi panted heavily, and when his breathing calmed down a bit, he began to cry softly again, like a child who did something wrong. The male nurse standing at the door was only separated by a door through a small window. He glanced at him indifferently, then turned around again, Su Jin was the only one in the cramped and dark room, no matter how miserable he was crying, no one would come in to comfort him.

After Number One finished that sentence, he stopped talking.

Su Jinzhi lay on the bed, his five fingers clenched tighter and tighter, his nails dug into the soft flesh of his palm, but he didn't feel the pain.

Because number one is right.

He is indeed guilty, he blames himself, he dare not face anyone but himself, even he dare not face himself, dare not face the cowardly, timid, useless self.

At the end of the last world, he was still thinking, how could he break up with Jiang Youhui if he loved Jiang Youhui so much?

He waited for the moment when his memory was restored, and asked him what was going on, but when the past memory came back, he discovered that the truth was indeed the case.

Su Jinzhi closed his eyes and shed tears, almost holding back his anger, and began to apologize again and again: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

A low cry echoed in the oppressive little room, and the male nurse standing at the door seemed annoyed by his crying, so she poked her head in through the small window to look at him again, the male nurse's face changed when she saw him, Immediately opened the door and came in and rang the bedside guard bell.

After a while, the doctors swarmed in, opened Su Jinzhi's tightly clenched fingers, treated the wound on his palm, wrapped it with gauze and put a finger cot on him.

The male nurse walked up to the director and whispered, "He's been crying."

The director sighed: "Keep an eye on him, ring the bell immediately if you notice any abnormal behavior, and I'll make a call there."

People in the room came and went, and the male nurse saw Su Jinzhi stared blankly, so he asked the director, "If you give him nutritional injections, he doesn't seem to be able to eat now, and he will choke into the airway later, which is difficult to deal with. "

Hearing this, the director glanced at the young man lying on the bed, nodded and said, "Okay, give him the needle first, and see how things are going tomorrow."

The hanging needle and the medicine bottle were quickly fetched. Su Jinzhi trembled when the needle pierced the skin on the back of his hand. After the cold liquid drained half of the body temperature along the blood vessels, Su Jinzhi turned his head slightly and looked at Pill bottles hanging high.

The cramped and narrow hut, the cold medicine, the pale walls, and the doctors and nurses wearing masks who can't see their faces clearly...everything here makes Su Jinzhi involuntarily think of his days in the Xigang Hospital.

Su Jinzhi closed his eyes tiredly, and Zero's timid voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Master Host..."

Volume [-] Alkalemia