The invulnerability of fast wear

He is suspended in the abyss without substance, and the snow-white light body is dotted into dots and balls, sinking and floating in this weightless environment, following the law of the waves.

The transfer station was in pieces, and he who should have died due to mission failure did not die immediately.

It was because of the only chance of resurrection left.

Flip the time wheel/dial and he can reset everything.

This is close to the power of God.

The man opened his eyes and folded his arms on his chest. He moved his lips soundlessly as if he was speechless.

Some kind of solidified barrier instantly shattered, and the reverberation sound was amplified by the air vents, finally forming a chaotic and solemn echo——

"resurrection."

"Back to original."

……

The boy stood behind the snow-white veil, quietly looking at the man kneeling on the ground.

The blood fell to the ground, and the tall bodyguards clamored for him to be buried with him like a mad dog.

The doctor covering his forehead with his hands was expressionless, and his voice was cold:

"Will you recover if you hurt me?" Shaking off the blood on his hand, he picked up the stethoscope that fell on the ground. "The best treatment time has been delayed. Chailin, tell me, who should be buried with you?"

The muscles on his face twitched, and the tall bodyguard was about to step forward to say something, when he was lightly pulled back by the man leaning on the pear tree.

The man was wearing a silk Tang suit, his outstretched wrists were pale and thin, and he looked weak, but he spoke with force:

"Lin Lin, you go out first." The man in Tang suit let go of his hand, "I'm very relieved that Dr. Wu is here."

"Sir—" the bodyguard turned around and tried to persuade, "He..."

"Get out." This sentence became more forceful, and it also brought another person along, "Ah Bai, you should go first too."

The well-groomed man in clothes, leather shoes and hair quickly agreed, took away the unwilling Chai Lin, and closed the door.

"Axie." The man in Tang suit called first, then waved behind the curtain, "Ah Song, come here."

The doctor met the boy, and everything after that was the same as before—the boy's eyes, which were already dead, shone brightly in the doctor's tenderness.

It's just that it's a little different.

The doctor didn't find an excuse to go to the bathroom, nor did he leave with the boy, but stayed and asked to chat with the man in Tang suit in front of him alone.

He has many careful plans and is about to implement them one by one.

……

The man came out of the room with a medical kit, and just happened to meet a bodyguard in a suit waiting outside. The man bowed his head to apologize to him solemnly, as if he had finally calmed down.

Wu Xie didn't answer right away, but looked at the person in front of him carefully, and said coldly:

"For sir's sake, I won't care about you this time."

Chai Lin said yes, so the doctor lifted the belt of the medicine chest and said:

"Sir is still waiting for you, go in."

After finishing speaking, he turned and headed towards the bathroom.

As soon as Chai Lin pushed the door, the scent of the hair tip of the cold mountain mist escaped, elegant and lofty, just like Mr.

The person smoothing the wrinkles of his cuffs was pouring his purple sand lion teahouse with a palm-sized Xishi pot, and he didn't raise his head when he heard the sound. He finally opened his mouth when he finished making the tea and started to smell the fragrance.

"Where is the report for the re-inspection some time ago?"

The tall man hesitated on the spot, until the man glanced sharply at him, and then went to find what the other party wanted, and quickly put a stack of report cards near the tea table, but when the man reached out to grab it, Kneel down and hold down—the two looked at each other, but the man finally slowly withdrew his hand from above.

The situation on the report card is not optimistic. In fact, it can be described as very bad.

The person looking at it was calm on the surface, as if flipping through an irrelevant document, read it at a glance, then closed it, and then took a sip of tea unhurriedly, falling into a certain state of thought that could not be disturbed.

The man in the suit was still half-kneeling, his gaze swiveling over the man's pale fingertips rubbing the rim of the cup.

"There's something growing in my brain, and taking medicine and surgery is useless, is it considered a desperate situation?" The speaker's tone was calm, his slender and cloudy eyes slanted down, "Lin Lin."

"Mister will be all right."

The man leaned over, put his hands lightly on the opponent's knees, squatted on the spot like a big dog, his bright black eyes were full of persistence:

"Already contacting doctors in the United States, sir, I will definitely be able to get through it, and I haven't reached a desperate situation...not yet."

"Then what is the desperate situation." Yin Zao chuckled, "Wait for me to die?"

"Sir, what nonsense are you talking about..." Chai Lin trembled with fear when he heard this, "Sir's illness will definitely recover, for sure..."

"Okay, okay, just chat casually, why are you shaking like this."

His husband sighed heavily, held his hand on his knees and patted him comfortingly, poured the unfinished tea on the Zisha lion, and put the cup in the tea seat with sparkling clear water, with a smile:

"But now there is a chance, maybe it can make me recover."

Chailin's eyes lit up.

"The price is to lose one of the five senses."

The man immediately clenched the soft silk satin under his palm, frowned and said:

"No."

His husband smiled, smoothed his clenched fingers on his knees with curved eyebrows, spread them softly on his palms, and stroked them gently.

"Lin Lin, I just let you know."

"..."

He understands that Mr. has made up his mind.

"So, who is in charge of this matter?" He asked.

Mr. Answer:

"Ah Xie."

"Him?" The man looked at him incredulously, "A family doctor?"

"So I said, 'maybe' would work."

"What if it doesn't work?!"

The gentleman who combed his fingertips smiled and said in a low voice:

"It's just a life."

Chailin was speechless.

"Also, this matter." Pale fingertips dipped some tea to wipe off the blood spots between his fingers, "Don't let Ah Bai know."

……

The blood-red strands dissolve in the water, and the mirror surface honestly reflects the man's sharp and delicate eyebrows.

Besides, there is another person.

Eyes hidden in diamonds shone like quicksilver.

"Doctor Wu."

He saw himself in the mirror smiling, and his thin lips parted slightly:

"Young Master Bai, what a coincidence."

Although somewhat surprised by his attitude, the visitor still said the line that he had prepared for a long time:

"Chai Lin's strikes are always so indifferent, does his forehead still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Hanging eyes wiped off the water droplets with a paper towel, the man smiled and turned his head, "What's the matter, Master Bai?"

"...It's not a big deal." Probably puzzled by his sudden attitude, Yin Bai restrained himself a little, "I ordered a French meal at the sky restaurant in the city center on weekends. I don't know if Dr. Wu has time to treat you?"

"I'd like to come here, but I'm afraid that my husband won't give me the time."

With a flawless smile, no one could find any flaws. Wu Xie threw the toilet paper into the trash can next to the sink, then turned to face the mirror and fiddled with the hair on his forehead, trying to slightly cover the part where the bandage was attached.

"Master Bai probably doesn't know yet. The master has already handed over the young master to me. You also know the young master's condition. He still needs to rest, so he wants me to take the young master to live in the countryside for a while." After finishing his hair, the man does not dodge or avoid Looking directly into those gray eyes, "I'll be leaving in a few days, sir...should let you know when the time comes."

Although it was just an ordinary look, Yin Bai inexplicably saw a trace of unknown provocation and warning from this man's sharp eyes. To vent out the depression in the chest, the other party looked away, raised the medicine box and waved at him:

"Young Master Bai, make an appointment when you are free. The young master is still waiting for me, so let's go first."

Yin Bai, who had touched a soft nail, watched the man's tall and straight figure disappear behind the door, with chaotic streamers shining in his pupils.

For a moment, the entire bathroom twisted and produced countless ice-blue data.

But the moment he looked at the mirror, everything returned to calm.

The author has something to say:

It's so embarrassing, I forgot to set the time in the draft box...