A world where only Asius is absent

It's really time to say goodbye.So, it’s okay to relax once in a while.

Z: "..."

Asius smiled easily: "Ah, I suddenly remembered that I have something urgent to do. Goodbye, teacher."

"Go (ノ｀Д)ノ"

"Okay ヽ(￣▽￣)"

The sky outside the room became low at some point, with cloudy clouds gathering, accompanied by bursts of thunder.

In less than a minute, big raindrops fell and began to wash the ground.

Asius: "..." Confirmed again, his luck was really bad.

"Hold it." The cylindrical object flew out of the window sill, and Zi immediately closed the window and drew the curtains after throwing the things with anger.

Asius took it subconsciously, and smiled helplessly after seeing what was in his hand.

"Teacher, goodbye." He said goodbye to the window, the voice was not loud, but he knew that the person inside could hear it.

Then, he opened the umbrella and stepped into the rain curtain.

☆Be careful of getting sick in typhoon days

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, as if it wants to pour all the dissatisfaction from the sky to the ground.

The whole world seemed to be empty except for the sound of the torrential rain. Asius' umbrella swayed with difficulty in the wind and rain. After a gust of wind, it finally bloomed into a flower that lived up to everyone's expectations.

In this kind of weather, the meaning of holding an umbrella is almost gone. The wind and rain have already wet the whole body, and the hair is wet and stuck to the face.

Halfway, Asius turned a corner, and he decided not to go to Zoran.

With such a heavy wind and rain, the wind might blow him away before he got there.

Facts have proved that his choice is wise to a certain extent. The moment he first stepped into the dormitory, the already strong wind and rain became stronger by more than one level.

Some insignificant things were mercilessly swept away by the strong wind, and occasionally the sound of heavy objects hitting the windows could be heard.

The water pooled at the tip of his toes, and Asius, who was drenched in water, sneezed heavily. He rubbed his nose and suddenly had a bad feeling.

He quickened his pace and walked towards the bathroom. The wet clothes were casually thrown into the storage basket, and the hot water poured over his head, and the bad feeling subsided a little.

He rubbed his nose, dried his body, casually wrapped a towel and stepped out barefoot.

The blue eyes were a little confused, and Asius couldn't help but yawned, um... so sleepy.

Thinking of this, the whole person threw himself on the sofa closest to him, and without caring to wipe off the water droplets on his hair, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After a while, the sound of shallow breathing echoed in the small room, and the solid house isolated the noisy wind and rain, giving people a place to live.

I don't know how long it took, about an hour.

"Asius——" the door was suddenly pushed open, and Baird breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the young man resting on the sofa.

Fortunately, this guy didn't run around outside against the wind and rain, let go of his uneasy heart, and Baird approached the blanket that had been covered for the slightly frowning man in his sleep.

Fingers inadvertently slid across the overly fair skin, and a heart that had just been let go was lifted up again in an instant.

It was only then that Baird realized that the sleeping person was slightly short of breath. He put his palm on his forehead, and the scorching temperature instantly made him wring his eyebrows to death.

The strong wind broke the branches and rolled up the leaves and raged in the air. The falling rain blocked the sight and blocked people's footsteps.

"Asius." Baird patted his ruddy face lightly, "wake up."

"Hmm... Baird." After recognizing the person, Asius muttered weakly, "My head hurts so much, I want to sleep."

"Don't go to sleep yet." Baird frowned slightly, took out a few rapid fever-reducing medicines from the medicine box, poured a glass of warm water, and stuffed them into the man's hand: "Drink the medicine first."

Asius glanced at it in a daze, and instinctively told him that the small white pill was not something delicious, so he turned his head decisively: "I don't."

"Are you a child?" Baird's forehead bulged with veins.

"You are fierce to me." The blue eyes were instantly stained with mist, and Asius pursed his mouth, wanting to cry but didn't cry out.

"I didn't." Baird gritted his teeth, how could he be fierce.

"You have it!" Dou Da's teardrops began to roll down, tick-tock landed on the blue fabric sofa, leaving deep traces.

Baird: "..."

As it turns out, reasoning with a feverish, befuddled idiot just doesn't work.

"Hey, I'll give you candy after eating." Patiently, Baird comforted Yasan.

"I'm not a child, so I don't want to eat candy." Ya Sansui said contemptuously.

"Asius!" Baird smiled softly. If he ignored the black air constantly emerging from behind him, he could really be called amiable.

Asius, who instinctively sensed the danger, flinched, and after shrinking, he seemed to realize that it was a bit cowardly. He stiffened his neck, and turned his eyes towards Baird with tears in his eyes.

Even if the bottom of my heart is already scared, but losing is not losing.

Facing the foggy sapphire, Baird stood up with a smile, turned and went to the kitchen unmoved.

Through a frosted glass door, Asius couldn't really see what was going on in the kitchen, but the dull knocking sound that came from time to time seemed to hit his heart one after another, and his eyelashes began to grow pale. disturbed.

He got up quietly, wrapped the fluffy blanket around his body, only showing his face, and rubbed towards the door step by step.

Finally, just as his hand hooked the doorknob, and he was only one step away from victory... In the kitchen, half of his head popped out suddenly, and one eye fixed on him firmly.

A chill rose directly from the tailbone, like a small animal being spotted by a fierce beast, Asius subconsciously straightened his chest and stiffened his body.

"What are you... doing?" Baird, who was holding a glass of cloudy liquid in his hand, said faintly.

Tightening the blanket wrapped around his body, Asius didn't dare to speak, but obediently returned to the sofa, wrapped himself into a ball, and stared at the ground with aggrieved eyes.

Baird: "..." This expression feels like he has done something outrageous.

He just went to the kitchen to crush the medicine and wash it in the water.

Asius, who was sick, was abnormal. He silently made notes in his heart and marked them with emphatic symbols.

The cup containing the turbid liquid made a crisp sound when it was knocked on the coffee table. Baird reached out to check the temperature between Asius' forehead, and it was still scaldingly hot.

"You..." As soon as Baird uttered the word, Arthur quickly picked up the potion on the table and poured it in.

Looking at his (oT-T) dead body after feeding

Oops, Baird clutched his chest, what's going on with this heart-pounding feeling.

Asius—poor, helpless, but afraid to speak.

"Here." The pink candy was stuffed into his soft lips, and Baird laughed a little: "This is a reward."

The sweet and sour taste washed away the bitterness in his mouth, Asius couldn't help but sip it vigorously, the person in front of him seemed not so scary anymore.

Baird expressed his satisfaction at Asius' cooperation, then he took out a hair dryer out of nowhere, and said with a smile, "Next, let's dry our hair."

When the small round button is pressed, it makes a sound that is completely inconsistent with the small size.

Asius decided to take back what he said just now, this man is completely a devil.

But he still didn't dare to talk _(:3」∠)_

The black hair in his hand was extraordinarily soft, and because it was contaminated with water vapor, it stuck to the top of his head quite docilely. The hot wind blew past, blowing away the water vapor, and even the whole hairstyle became fluffy.

The top of his head was fluttering, and Asius felt drowsy, and he slowly closed his eyes amidst the tone of the hair dryer without knowing it.

After the ends of his hair were all dried, Baird stopped the restless machine, checked the temperature on his forehead that had been lowered a bit, and couldn't help showing a faint smile to the sleeping young man.

"Good night, Asius." With that said, he pressed a thick quilt on the sleeping person.

The light in the living room was turned off tiptoely, and the door was quietly closed.

Outside the window was still the wind and rain that showed no signs of stopping, Zhuo Ran rubbed his brows, the electronic clock on the wall was past nine o'clock at night.

He put down his pen and looked at a message that had just been pushed.

[Notice: Received a report from the Meteorological Observatory. At 8 o'clock today, it was detected that a super typhoon will land in the south of the coast. The wind force level is 16. The teaching in the college will be suspended, and all activities will be temporarily suspended...]

Zhuo Ran couldn't help pursing his lips at the bright red font. He lowered his head and took a sip of the cold tea, wondering what he was thinking?

……

……

The violent wind and rain raged all night without stopping. The alarm clock rang, but the scenery outside the window was still dark.

Baird, who suddenly woke up from his sleep, rubbed his sore temples and opened his eyes.

He lifted the quilt and got out of the bed. He didn't know what was going on with Asius. He was given a strong antipyretic yesterday. After calculating the time, the effect of the medicine should have faded away.

I can't go to class today, and I can just review and brush up questions with Asius. It's not the last moment, so I have to supervise it. Baird silently arranged today's plan in his heart.

"Asius, are you feeling better?" He turned on the light in the living room, and the quilt was still sleeping unconscious.

The rapid panting made both faces flushed, and the cold sweat on his forehead was so dense that it could not be ignored, Baird woke up suddenly.

"Asius." He quickly lifted him up, the temperature between his palms was so hot that no one dared to touch it.

Baird's fingers trembled, and without hesitation, he took out a few clean clothes from the closet and put them on Asius.

He was careless, and he didn't expect that those medicines would have no effect on Asius.

The sleepy young man was manipulated by others, his rapid breathing never stopped, his brows were tightly frowned, as if he was having an unspeakable nightmare.

Tuk tuk - three beeps, a very polite knock on the door.

At this moment, Baird struggled to put a sleeve on Asius, and the rapid knock on the door distracted part of his mind.

Who will come at this time? As soon as this question crossed my mind, there were several quick knocks on the door.

"Who?" Baird asked anxiously.

"Me." A reply came from outside the door, with some hesitation.

Hearing the familiar voice, Baird hurriedly opened the door, no matter who it is, as long as this kind of weather can help him...

"Hey, President Zhuoran." Baird was a little stunned, and the person who appeared in front of him was obviously beyond his expectation.

The transparent full-wrap raincoat was also stained with some water droplets, reflecting the appearance of wind and rain.

Zhuo Ran nodded slightly, looking at the scene in the living room from the corner of his eyes, his black pupils suddenly constricted.

The soft blanket randomly covered half of the body, and the other half of the body fell in front of him defenselessly...

The long-sleeved garment was half-hanging on his body, making it even more alluring against the warm color. His face was flushed, his dry lips were breathing rapidly, and his flaring eyelashes looked so uneasy. The color is fragrant - this is the scene presented in Zhuo Ran's eyes.

The murderous aura began to permeate, and the black pupils showed evil, no matter who they were, they ignored the scenery in front of them...

"President Zhuoran, Asius has a serious fever." Baird was a little at a loss, he stammered, "Can... help..."

In fact, when he finished the first sentence, the murderous intent had disappeared without a trace, Zhuo Ran went straight around him, and stretched out his hand to his hot forehead.

His brows were instantly locked. Compared with Baird, Zhuo Ran was obviously much stronger. He supported him and put on his clothes in two or three strokes.

The zipper slid down, the transparent raincoat moved the owner, and some malnourished bodies were safely hugged.

A set of movements is smooth and flowing in only a few tens of seconds, and Baird is stunned.

"I'll send him to see a doctor, you don't have to worry, it's raining heavily outside, so you can stay." Zhuo Ran who dropped these words left Baird with only a hurried back.

Baird was slightly stunned, and hurriedly followed him downstairs. As soon as the door opened, the oncoming wind and rain blocked his footsteps, and his figure was blown staggeringly.

And the figure in the rain curtain has gone a long way, and is still moving forward steadily in the huge wind and rain.

Baird stopped, knowing he couldn't take a step forward.

The author has something to say: Naive, do you think this is just an ordinary rain (proud with your arms akimbo)

☆, burned out

In the violent wind and rain, Zhuo Ran knocked on the locked door of the infirmary. His hand was so strong that one could not help but suspect that the door would be broken open simply and roughly in the next moment.

"Who is it!" With a chicken coop head on his head, the doctor who got up a little bit suddenly opened the locked door.

"Zhuo Ran." He was a little curious, and then his eyes shifted to the tightly wrapped person, and his tone changed: "Come in."

His face was flushed, obviously seriously ill.

Carefully placed the person on the hospital bed, Zhuo Ran didn't look away from the whole process, his black eyes didn't even blink,

After confirming the symptoms, the doctor started to get busy. A transparent liquid was filled into the syringe, and after shaking, it became cloudy again.

"Take off his clothes." Holding the syringe, the doctor responded seriously.

To be honest, he has been practicing medicine for so many years, and he has never seen such a severe fever. Now that he brushes this kid with some oil, he might be able to fry an egg.

I don't know if this conventional method works.

The liquid in the syringe gradually decreased until there was no drop left, Zhuo Ran was a little apprehensive: "He...is he all right?"

"I don't know yet." The doctor opened Asius' eyelids to observe the pupil reaction, "I have been practicing medicine for so many years, and I have never seen such a severe fever. Now I am afraid that my brain will burn out."

Zhuo Ran pursed her lips, "Doctor, don't talk nonsense."

The doctor replied angrily: "Please don't doubt my professionalism."

After finishing speaking, he rolled his eyes lightly, "Dry your clothes first, in case you get sick your father will have to kill me."

"I am fine."

"Such a wet body will overwhelm him with illness."

"...I see." Zhuo Ran sighed softly, and walked into the inner room of the infirmary, where there was a dryer, which was just ready to use now.

"This kid." The doctor muttered in a low voice. Zhuo Ran was the one he watched growing up. Since he was a child, he has always been gentle and polite to others, and he has a mature appearance. He only heard praise from the people he received.

This is a child who is too precocious, and even he can't even compare with him in some aspects, but he can see that for Asius, Zoran is different.

This difference made him faintly worried.

No matter how well it is hidden on the outside, it can't hide the paranoid nature of this child inside.

The drenched clothes were re-washed in the machine, and the dryer was working diligently, and the heat emitted made the whole person warm.

Zhuo Ran leaned against the wall, moved his fingers, and stared blankly at the machine in front of him, his heart was blank.

He slowly put his hand on his heart, and his voice was still full of vigor and force... But just for a while, he thought that this heart would not beat anymore.

Just seeing Asius unconscious, he was almost overwhelmed by pain, relying on instinct.

In the ear, there seemed to be another voice whispering.

"Get out—" He gritted his teeth, leaned against the wall and pressed his fingers firmly on his heart, denying the strange emotions that surged up in his heart and another thought that was entangled in his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, he let out a long sigh of relief, his body covered in cold sweat, he couldn't lift his trembling hands, and his eyes were a bit complicated.

It calmed down, but next time, will it be so easy to calm down?

"Zuo Ran, there's nothing to be afraid of." He implied to himself that you are the master of this body.

The dried clothes were still warm, stretching his arms and fastening his collar, he was still the perfect president of the Law Enforcement Association.

……

Not long after Zhuo Ran entered, the people on the hospital bed started to move.

The doctor's heart moved, and he hurriedly moved closer to observe the situation.

The azure blue eyes slowly opened, there was still a trace of mist because of just waking up, when the focus was found, the mist began to melt in the eyes until it turned into a water blue color.

What came into view was an ordinary, big face that looked dignified because it was too close.

Subconsciously, Asius reached out and patted it.

"What are you doing!" The doctor, who had been hit so suddenly, took a few steps back in shock, his teeth itching in anger, why did this kid hit someone as soon as he got up.

Just so bad!

This scream made Zhuo Ran who was adjusting his emotions inside the door: "!"

All the melancholy disappeared, and the whole person rushed straight out, wanting to determine what the loud noise was.

Then, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Stepping on the hospital bed, Asius, holding the murder weapon (pillow) in his hand, was aggressively attacking the doctor.

Even though the attack has no strength at all.

Seeing Zhuo Ran coming out, the doctor who was struggling to resist the attack seemed to see a savior. He moved a few times and hid behind Zhuo Ran.

Zhuo Ran's heart sank at once.

"You're the only one who burned out." Asius, who was hugging the pillow, retorted with his eyes wide open, "Your whole family is burned out."

The articulate and clear Asius doesn't look like he's burnt out.

The doctor hid behind his back and poked Zhuo Ran, "Look, the burn is unclear."

Zhuo Ran: "..."

He also really saw that Asius was abnormal, both in his tone of voice and his behavior, he had become rather...well...childish.

Asius, who was hugging the pillow, quietly puffed up his face, "Zhuo Ranran, why did you help him?"

"!"

Zhuo Ran was a little uncertain and hesitated, "What did you call me?"

"Zhuo Ranran~" the very well-behaved Asius called out again, and the last tone was about to fly.

Zhuo Ran's heart beat very fast, he knew that he was worthless, but he just couldn't control himself, "Hey, I'm yelling."

"Pfft." Asius frowned, "Zhuo Ranran, you are so strange. But I still like you very much."

doctor:"……"

He poked someone whose ears were almost blushing, and said in a low voice, "Zhuoran, wake up."

Don't burn it too.

As if aware of the doctor's small movements, Asius glared at him even more fiercely, threw down the pillow, stepped hard, and threw himself at Zhuo Ran from the hospital bed with a bear hug.

Zhuo Ran subconsciously went to pick him up, and hugged him tightly.

At this time, Asius was just like a koala, and Zoran was the tree, enjoying an intimate embrace.

It's just that this intimacy is faintly suffocating.

The doctor couldn't help but take two steps back, his face was downcast, and he couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Asius smiled foolishly and kept calling Zhuo Ran's name.

"Zhuo Ranran, Zhuo Ranran, I miss you so much."

Zhuo Ran blushed slightly, and whispered: "Well, I miss you too."

I like you too, he added silently in his heart.

Even though he knew that the other party probably became like this because of illness, at this moment, Zhuo Ran wished that the current situation would last forever.

"Zhuoran, hold him down, let me check him." The doctor gritted his teeth and said, "You see, this kid is really burnt out."

The temperature in his arms was indeed higher than that of ordinary people, Zhuo Ran felt a little regretful.

"Asius, can you lie down and let the doctor examine you."

Asius shook his head quickly, and afterimages appeared, showing the strength of the resistance.

Anyone who wakes up and sees a doctor with glasses reflecting a strange light stretching out his hand towards him will probably be extremely resistant.

What's more, he is not sick, so he doesn't need a doctor. Thinking of this, he hugged Zhuo Ran even tighter.

Zoran suffocation degree +1

"Asius." Zhuo Ran managed to keep a safe distance and breathed in the fresh air. He frowned slightly, but his face softened, and his eyes were full of tenderness. "I'm very worried about you. You have a fever." Very powerful."

Asius couldn't stand this kind of gaze, he felt that somewhere in his heart was being poked hard, and it turned into tenderness, and then he nodded in a daze, "For Zhuo Ranran's sake..."

Even if he lay down obediently, Asius did not hide his wariness towards the doctor, especially when he saw him take out a lot of strange instruments, his unfriendly eyes reached the highest.

"Don't be afraid." Zhuo Ran held his hand tightly and comforted him softly: "The doctor is a good man."

Turning around, the back of the busy doctor froze, why do children nowadays like to send good person cards to people so much.

"Zuo Ranran, don't be afraid." Asius replied solemnly, "I'm fine."

Zhuo Ran was stunned for a moment, this is really what he should do!

Such Asius is so cute that it makes people... heart-pounding.

"You have to let me decide if you have anything to do." The doctor continued to grit his teeth, and pointed a temperature gun at Asius' forehead with a 'swoosh'.

The temperature displayed on it made him stiff for a moment, then he put it away as if nothing had happened, then took out a piece of fever-reducing patch and handed it to Zhuoran.

Just kidding, if you let him post it, you might be disgusted.

I don't know if it works, but it's better than nothing.

Asius lifted his bangs cooperatively and looked at Zhuo Ran expectantly.

Zhuo Ran coughed lightly, "I posted it."

Asius nodded obediently: "Yes."

The cold white strip gently covered his forehead, and was gradually spread out by his slender fingers. Zhuo Ran posted it very seriously, even more seriously than when signing important documents.

"It's done." Zhuo Ran let go of his hand with a little regret.

Touching the white stripe on his forehead, Asius was a little shy: "Zoran's technique is awesome."

doctor:"……"

In order to end this kind of scene that was quite a blow to a single person like him, the doctor took out the medical record and began to record: "How is your body feeling now?"

"I'm fine." Arthur replied quickly.

The doctor pushed his glasses, remembered the temperature gun just now, and thought to himself that you are not normal, and a normal person should be warped by that temperature.

Of course, he didn't dare to say this in front of Asius, but asked another question, "Do you know where this is?"

"Hospital."

"It's not about that." The doctor corrected him right away, although he was right to say that, but that's not what he wanted to ask.

"You are so troublesome." Asius began to dislike him. Compared with him, this doctor must be sicker.

Facing the quack doctor's bright eyes, and the pen in the doctor's hand made a voice of being overwhelmed, he took a deep breath: "Let me change the question, what is your relationship with Zhuo Ran? Do you remember how you two met? "

As soon as the words fell, Zhuo Ran couldn't help staring at Asius.

"What's the relationship." Asius fell into deep thought, and replied after a moment of hesitation, "This kind of relationship...well, my friend... hi...we are in heaven..."

Intermittent words spit out from the mouth, but still can't connect a sentence.

Yes, what is the relationship between him and Zhuoran? Asius fell into confusion, a throbbing pain hit his brain, and his blue pupils suddenly constricted.

Chaotic memory is even more confusing, making it impossible to think.

A picture was inserted into my mind so suddenly that the blue eyes completely lost their focus.

In the dark sky.

He -- pierced through the youth with black wings, and the eyes with the golden cross printed on it were neither sad nor happy, as if he had just destroyed an insignificant item.

And to death, the young man whose heart was pierced by the long wooden warehouse was trying to hug him and call his name.

But the short distance has become an insurmountable moat.

In the end, the unsupported body fell from the sky, the wings could no longer bear the weight, and the teardrops from the corners of the eyes took away the last warmth...

"Asius." There seemed to be two voices overlapping, and for a moment, it seemed that they had passed through countless reincarnations, and the two looked at each other.

☆、Toothache patients who came to the door in the wind and rain

"Ha~" Panting violently, his pupils constricted, anyone could see that Asius was abnormal at this moment.

"Asius!" Zhuo Ran's heart moved, and he didn't care so much, he pulled him into his arms, "Good boy, don't force yourself if you can't remember."

"I'm right here." Touching the soft black hair, Zhuo Ran said softly.

"...Mmm." Clinging to his warm chest, Ashus was finally brought back to his senses when he heard the man's strong heartbeat.

Slowly closing his eyes, not thinking about anything, not touching anything, he escaped from that desperate emotion.

The doctor frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Is it a subconscious resistance reaction because I remembered something, but it shouldn't be this kind of reaction to Zoran?

Does memory confusion accompany hallucinations?

"Doctor, he's asleep." Zhuo Ran whispered, feeling the breath beating against his chest.

"Should have fallen asleep." It's not normal to act like a normal person with such a high fever.

"Doctor...he..."

"I don't know either." The doctor spread his hands, "Memory confusion is accompanied by strong resistance characteristics. Perhaps it is out of subconscious protection to construct non-existing memories. Once it is noticed, it will naturally have a stress response. He can't say anything useful. I can't do anything about it."

There was still some cold sweat on the forehead of the sleeping man, and strands of black hair stuck to his cheeks. Compared with his pale complexion, it was particularly distressing.

"Now we can only wait for a while, maybe he will return to normal after the fever subsides." The doctor sighed softly, it is really not a quiet typhoon.

"Just ask the doctor."

"No, this is my job anyway."

Zhuo Ran knew that although the doctor usually seemed unreliable, in terms of professional knowledge, he was definitely top-notch.

When he was a child, he followed him to treat illnesses for a period of time.

"By the way, do you really like this kid?" As if chatting, the doctor took out a needle and slowly inserted it into Arthur's blood vessel.

The scale filled with the dark red liquid gradually increased, the doctor asked casually, his ears pricked higher than anyone else.

The sharp needle pulled out the blood vessel, and a swaying drop of blood seeped out.

"Doctor, I don't know."

The sterilized cotton swab wiped away the blood beads on the white skin, the doctor put away the syringe, "You are not an answer."

"I like him." Looking at Asius who fell asleep, Zhuo Ran was silent for a while and said, "But I'm not sure if this liking is genuine."

Doctor: "...speak in human terms."

"I don't know whether I like Asius or...he likes Asius."

"He's awake." The doctor exclaimed in shock.

"Almost."

"How bad is it?" The doctor was mad.

"Don't worry, I can suppress him."

"You tell your father about this."

"..."

The doctor was a little tired: "So, do you think it's because he likes Arthur, not because of your own will?"

"Doctor, I don't know."

The question seemed to be answered in a short while, and the doctor's mood was extremely complicated.

The doctor sighed softly, seemingly inexplicably melancholy: "Do you want me to prescribe you some medicine?"

Zhuo Ran glanced at Asius, who was sleeping peacefully, and his heart moved slightly. He shook his head slowly, "No, I want to try it myself."

Drugs can only suppress it for a while, and he has grown up now.

"By the way, don't tell my dad."

"..."

"doctor!"

"I'll try my best." The doctor scratched his head, "You told me about this kind of thing but kept it from him. Are you really not worried that I will be beaten to death?"

Zhuo Ran smiled gently: "Because I trust the doctor."

"Old fox and little fox." The doctor snorted softly, turned around and went to work, he didn't want to worry about such a headache.

After the doctor left, Zhuo Ran sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, his expression was gloomy and he didn't know what to think.

After a few seconds, he slowly bent down.

He couldn't help but recall the kiss that made him breathless. Who did Asius think of him back then?

The distance was getting closer and closer, and the heartbeat was getting faster and faster. In the end, this faint kiss only fell on the anti-fever sticker.

"Asius, who are you?" Zhuo Ran asked with burning breath against his ear, at a distance that only one person could hear.

Of course, no one could answer his question.

Memories are chaotic and disordered, as if all the fragments of the past were thrown into a blender and they were all mashed into a paste, a mess, and no longer distinguishable from each other.

In it, it takes only a moment to get lost.

The memory fragment was like a nimble little fish, flicking its tail and passing by Arthur, and then, the school of fish attacked and engulfed him.

That was the countless reincarnations he had experienced, and it was one of the countless possibilities displayed in the reincarnation...

However, although the tails swing in different ways and the swimming trajectories vary, there is only one final destination.

No matter what kind of struggles in the process, whether it is happiness or despair, the final destination is only a desolate and extremely blank space.

The waves of memory swept away his body, and finally threw him into that extreme blankness.

Asius stood up, looked around unsteadily, no matter how he looked, the surrounding environment was the same.

Perhaps in order to negate his thoughts, something substantive slowly gathered into shape.

It was a transparent, broken, and thus pitiful core.

Asius' expressionless face became even colder, and he reached out to grab the shattered transparent core.

Even though it was broken, it was still firm. Ashus tried his best and still couldn't stand it.

This inconspicuous core is the culprit of his so many reincarnations. Although it is broken, it still retains its original essence.

Broken, but not completely destroyed, so he is still alive.

As long as he is alive, there is no way to do anything with this broken core.

After all, you can never try to kill yourself by holding your breath.

Asius pushed his core aside, giving up struggling, and began to seriously think about a question, why he came here suddenly, and what happened to his body.

He must be in a coma, he thought uncertainly.

……

……

The typhoon rose from the sea, and set off terrifying waves in the sea.

From top to bottom, I don't know how many tens of thousands of meters have been crossed, to the bottom of the sea that no one has ever penetrated.

A gigantic sea monster suddenly opened its golden eyes, illuminating the entire seabed with just one click.

The school of fish began to move restlessly, and the undercurrent in the sea became more turbulent.

How long has he been sleeping, tens of thousands of years?Or is it a much longer time than that.

And now the only information that can be known is that he woke up... And with this typhoon, he set off a stormy sea.

Just like an event at a certain historical node is re-enacted.

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The small infirmary is as immovable as a mountain in a typhoon, and the galloping figure passes through the rain, but there is no rain stain.

"Doctor, doctor." Someone knocked on the door indistinctly. If you listen carefully, you can still feel a few whimpers of pain.

It is very strange that the small infirmary, which is rarely visited by people, has ushered in two guests today.

The doctor stopped what he was doing, and opened the door with a grumpy face. Who is it? It's so noisy.

The door opened.

What came into view for the first time were two white-gold hairs, which drooped listlessly, and Zi, who was covering his cheeks, said pitifully, "Doctor, help me."

doctor:"???"

Why is this great god here?

When he saw the doctor, he seemed to have found a savior. His grievances spewed out, and the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes fell down. With his swollen cheeks, he said, "Doctor, I have a toothache."

doctor:"…