On How to Help the Protagonist Grow [Transmigration Book]

The blue-black hand scratched a bit, then withdrew it abruptly.

"cough!"

Shi Ze choked out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell backwards.

"Ozawa!!!"

Shi Song was the first to rush up and catch his fallen brother, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Xiao Ze, how are you, you..."

"Ozawa!" "Shizawa!"

The others also woke up from the shock, Bai Xue hurried forward, folded her hands above the big hole in his chest, the palms shimmering.

"That mutated zombie!" Yin Tianlang was standing on Shi Ze's left side at that time, just in time to see the zombie attacking Shi Ze.Seeing Shi Ze coughing up blood, he was terrified and furious, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he wanted to chase him out for revenge.

Shi Ze grabbed his trousers.

Feeling the resistance for a moment, Yin Tianlang stopped immediately, and knelt down beside Shi Ze: "Xiao Ze?"

Shi Ze said intermittently: "Tianlang... brother cough cough, don't go... you can't beat... cough cough... it..."

Seeing Shi Ze's anxious expression, Yin Tianlang hurriedly agreed: "Okay, I won't go, stop talking, let Bai Xue heal you!"

Shi Ze smiled weakly, looked at Shi Song who was kneeling beside him, holding him with one hand, and trembling with the other hand, wanting to touch him but didn't dare, the smile on his face turned into an apologetic one: "I'm sorry... Brother, I...cough cough...didn't...cough cough...listen to your...words..."

Shi Song's calm expression completely disappeared, and he said with red eyes: "Stop talking, Ozawa, if you have anything to say, I'll tell you when you recover."

Shi Ze shook his head lightly, smiling, but tears flowed down his face: "Brother, let me...cough...tell me, Senior Bai...it can't be cured...my...cough, I'm afraid...in the future...cough...cough...there will be no...chance...to...cough...talk to you..."

Bai Xue couldn't help but let out a weeping sound, tears rolled down her face, she bit her lower lip tightly, her palm shimmered more brightly, and her face quickly turned pale.

"No, Ozawa, no..." Shi Song's voice was hoarse, and he suddenly looked up at Mu Jin, "Mu Jin, Mr. Mu, please help Ozawa, please..."

"That's right! Brother Mu, aren't you a doctor? Save Xiaoze!" Yao Bin said eagerly.

"Mu Jin!" Yin Tianlang looked over pleadingly.

Mu Jin looked sad: "I'm sorry, Xiao Ze's injury can only be rescued by blood transfusion. I'm not a clinician, so I can't operate on him. His lung lobe was penetrated, the injury is too serious, and Bai Xue's ability can only be rescued." Slow down his blood loss..."

As if he realized that his words were too cold and hurtful, he stopped talking, lowered his eyes, and blamed himself: "...I'm sorry."

"Then... Ozawa is just like that..." Yao Bin choked up with red eyes, and the 1.8-meter-long man was speechless.

Shi Song's mood stabilized, he adjusted the posture of his arms to make Shi Ze lie as comfortable as possible, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Ze, if you have anything to say, listen to me."

Shi Ze showed nostalgia on his face: "Brother, do you still...remember, our...cough cough...family...Xiaocui?"

"Remember." Shi Song said, "Xiaocui fell from the tree, you picked it up, we made a nest for it, you caught earthworms every day, caught worms for it to eat, and fed it up."

Shi Ze smiled: "Actually... at that time...the one that fell...cough cough...there was another...smaller one, when I found...cough cough...it...cough cough... Already...dead, I thought at that time, if...cough cough...it knew...brother...cough cough...dead, it would... hurt...heart, so...cough cough... ...I'll just...cough cough...hide it...for now, don't...give it to Xiaocui...cough cough...see..."

Shi Ze smiled slightly, and his eyes were slightly wet: "Brother also knew that my family, Ozawa, is so kind and handsome, and he will definitely attract many girls."

Shi Ze pursed his mouth: "But...the ones who came to see me...cough cough...girls, most of them...cough cough...need your...number..."

"That's because they don't have vision."

The two brothers babbled about a lot of things from the past, Shi Ze's voice became lower and lower, and the brilliance in his eyes became darker and darker.

He took a breath, raised his hand slightly: "Brother Bin..."

Yao Bin immediately clenched his hand, choked up and said, "Xiao Ze, tell me."

"Wait... in the future... if there is a chance, let's... cough cough... tease my brother..."

"Okay, don't make him angry, never give up!"

"I will... be beaten..."

Yao Bin raised the corners of his mouth and burst into tears: "Don't be afraid, I have you with me anyway."

"Ha ha……"

Shi Ze cast his eyes on Yin Tianlang: "Tianlang...brother..."

"Ozawa, tell me." Yin Tianlang had tears in his eyes.

"My brother... doesn't like to eat...cough...breakfast, you have to...let him...give you...cough...make breakfast every day, supervise...he...eat..."

"Okay, I'll beat him if he doesn't eat, or beat him if he can't!"

"That's good……"

Shi Ze looked at Bai Xue: "Sister..."

Bai Xue broke down in tears.

"Senior sister...cough cough...stop it...save some...cough cough...strength...give it to the road ahead..."

Bai Xue shook her head vigorously, her tears were like broken beads.

Shi Ze smiled helplessly: "Senior sister...please...cough cough...I don't want...to hurt again..."

Bai Xue still shook her head, her face had already turned blue, her hands were shaking badly, and the gleam in her palms was almost gone.

Shi Ze had no choice but to look at his brother for help, Shi Song closed his eyes, and gently pushed Bai Xue's hand away.

Shi Song looked at his younger brother: "Thank you, but... stop."

Bai Xue sat on the ground, covering her mouth and crying, while Qin Ziyu quietly hugged her.

"Thank you...brother..."

"Say thank you to brother?" Shi Song blamed with a smile.

Shi Ze smiled silently, and the light in his eyes dimmed further and further: "Brother... from now on...cough cough...you just pretend...I'm...hiding...don't...find me...you...well... ...alive..."

"……it is good."

Shi Ze seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, he closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Brother...I'm in so much pain...help me..."

Shi Song bent down, put his cheek against Shi Ze's forehead, and said in the tone he used when he was coaxing his younger brother to sleep when he was a child: "Tell me, how can I help you?"

Shi Ze seemed to have lost consciousness, and could only keep muttering the words "brother" and "pain".

Shi Song had no choice but to comfort and coax: "Ozawa, be good, soon..."

His voice changed and he couldn't continue, so he had to stop, closed his eyes hard, took a deep breath, and then continued: "It won't hurt soon..."

Mu Jin sighed, and said in a low voice: "His blood flow is very slow, it may take half an hour if this continues... You might as well help him out."

Shi Song's voice to comfort his younger brother froze, and after a deathly silence, he slowly said, "I see, thank you."

Shi Song took out his pistol.

The muzzle of the gun rested firmly on Shize's temple, without the slightest tremor.

"Ozawa, brother will see you off."

As if he heard it, Shi Ze no longer cried out for pain, and a smile appeared on the corner of his pale and blue mouth.

"boom--"

After the gunshot, Shi Ze completely lost his breath, and the last smile on his face was exceptionally peaceful.

"Ugh-"

Shi Song hugged his younger brother tightly, and let out a whistle-like whistle from his throat, his spine was bent to the extreme, as if he was pressed by something heavy, unable to move.

……

Ten minutes later, Shi Song raised his head, his eyes were blank: "Tianlang, can you burn Ozawa for me? I want to find a place to bury him."

"...Okay." Yin Tianlang looked at Dong Qin, "Mr. Dong, can I borrow your bathroom?"

Dong Qin nodded silently, looking at Shi Ze's body with a mournful expression.

Her parents didn't even have the qualifications to be buried in the ground.

Shi Ze's body turned into ashes in the bathtub, gathered them up and put them in a lunch box, and Shi Song put them in a bag and carried them on his back.

"Let's go." Yin Tianlang patted him on the shoulder, comforted him, and called everyone to leave.

Shi Song followed indifferently.

Mu Jin walked at the end, looking at Shi Song's somewhat hunched back, silently raised the corners of his mouth.

Compared with watching your younger brother die, killing your favorite younger brother with your own hands can destroy your will more.

The author has something to say: Thank you Weiming Lei and PXWD2015, Xianyu Benxian, He Shang szd, Akabane Yoji for their nutrient solution, okay~