I thought I was a jerk

The sharp edge of the paper scratched the cheek, the fishy smell floated, and a bright red mark appeared on the face.

The blood beads must seep or not.

The hard-shell folder is made of hard material, and it holds a thick stack of files, which is not light in weight.When it fell on Xue Ci's face, there was a red mark immediately.Xue Ci's face was slightly turned away from the beating, and the red was so clear on the overly white cheeks.

The impact of that blow was almost the same as a slap in the face.

Scattered papers fell in disorder.

"roll."

The seat made a slight sound when it was rotated, and the middle-aged man in the black suit had turned his back.Although he couldn't see the blue veins on his face, but from his slightly arched spine and several times of restrained chest ups and downs, it was enough to guess how angry he was now.

That word is full of blatant disgust.

Xue Ci didn't speak.

This kind of silence was not an accumulation and explosion of emotions, it was just that Xue Ci had been quiet for a while before she seemed to slow down.

He turned his head slightly, half-closed one eye, some viscous liquid covered the thick black eyelashes, making his vision narrower.Xue Ci didn't even wipe away the discomfort in his eyes, but said in a colder tone that seemed to imply boredom: "As long as I give me time to experiment, I can prove that the interest rate of this plan is higher than that of the elder brother. I have already arranged the special technology used..."

These words were roughly interrupted, as if stepping on the man's last bottom line.

"Give you time? On top of your elder brother?" The disdainful rage was suppressed into a low tone, and the man seemed to have heard some unbelievable joke, "Xue Ci, don't you still think that you can compare with your elder brother? "

"Put away those ridiculous thoughts of yours, as long as I live for a day, you don't even want to get your hands on anything that belongs to Xue Fu."

"..."

Xue Ci is already very familiar with this kind of words, but the last version was that he could never get even a tiny bit of the Xue family's property.Xue Ci didn't explain anymore.Posting it for money, it seems that I am not too stupid, and other "conspiracies" are discovered, but it just makes people laugh.

Xue Ci didn't pick up the scattered papers either.

He turned and left Father Xue's office, lying on the corner of the folder on the ground, with reddish blood stains remaining.

The sun is blinding outside.

Xue Ci's eyes were broken.

He only discovered this when he left the office on the top floor and couldn't stop the blood from the corner of his eye.

Probably because he touched a certain sharp corner of the folder, the corner of his eye was scratched, more and more blood soaked his skin, and the sharp pain became clearer.Xue Ci closed his eyes tightly, and he couldn't open them. There were overlapping black shadows in front of his eyes, which seemed to affect the vision of his other intact eye.

He probably looks like an outlaw thug now, dirty and down and out.

Xue Ci thought coldly.

After returning to the apartment, he had no choice but to call the Xue family's personal doctor.

After a few simple conversations on the phone, the other party came quickly.But when he came, he probably didn't expect the injury to be so serious. The medical kit that was originally equipped was obviously not enough.

After cleaning quickly, the doctor gently removed the gauze that Xue Ci randomly used to stop the bleeding, and then let out a soft "hiss".

As a surgeon who has seen all kinds of serious injuries, he shouldn't have such an unprofessional reaction, but the young man's injuries are too serious, his eyes are lowered, and even his usual perverse arrogance has been completely wiped out, and he has become a little unreasonable. It's so pitiful and cute.

Even though he didn't have a good impression of this employer before, he subconsciously moved a little softer at this time. After dripping some medicine for simple wound cleaning on Xue Ci, he asked him to go to the operating room on the lower floor for a thorough disinfection treatment.

"I'll have an assistant come over now," said the doctor.

To complete this small operation, he alone is obviously not enough.

Xue Ci was quite dull in a certain way, and the doctor's softer tone than usual did not move him at all.He kept one eye closed, raised his head slightly, and the bright red blood was particularly glaring on his snow-white cheeks.He stared straight at the doctor, and asked abruptly, "Will I be blind?"

The doctor, who was inexplicably dazed for a moment, quickly reacted to Young Master Xue's questioning: "Of course not."

"The injury is in good condition, just the corneal epithelial scratch caused by the impact..."

Xue Ci no longer cared about the latter words.

A large piece of dizziness and darkness began to appear in front of his eyes, like a hallucination after being poisoned, crawling absurdly and magnificently in every corner of his vision.

The doctor stepped forward, with a rare nervous expression on his face.He supported Xue Ci's crumbling body, supported his thin back with his palm, and the heat also transferred to the young man's overly clear body, "Young Master Xue, what's wrong with you?"

Xue Ci could no longer answer him.

...

When Xue Ci woke up again, he was in the ward with no relatives beside him.

Father Xue didn't answer the phone, and his elder brother is still overseas.Xue Ci didn't have many relatives, and even fewer friends, so there were no familiar faces in the ward except for the accompanying doctor and Xue's family's private doctor.

Under Xue Ci's wish, the diagnosis result was sent to him quite quickly.

Xue Ci flipped it open and browsed hastily, her already fair skin seemed to be paler.

Many things were foreshadowed, such as coughing and hemoptysis that recurred more and more frequently, chest tightness and shortness of breath when staying up late, and Xue Ci's countless medical examinations that were deliberately missed... In short, he deserved his fate.

Even with the Xue family's financial resources, it is difficult to overcome the enemies of cancer and death.

What's more, the Xue family has so many things that Xue Ci can't touch.

His reaction was unexpectedly calm, and a doctor came over for psychological counseling. Xue Ci nodded while listening to them, quiet and considerate, well-behaved and quiet like a cancer patient.

In the treatment of cancer, the caring role that emotions can obtain is actually very limited.But a strong desire to survive can indeed create some medical miracles. They are used as a line of defense against serious diseases. During the conversation, Xue Ci's mood was very stable. In addition, as the second son of the Xue family, at least he did not have to bear financial burdens. Doctor After a brief inspection, he left with confidence.

Clearly receiving comprehensive treatment, Xue Ci's body was deteriorating at an unbelievable speed.

In just ten days, the lung cancer in the middle stage turned into an advanced stage, and he was so broken that even famous doctors and master doctors were unable to recover.Such a severe deterioration is really shocking. Even his attending doctor suggested that Xue Ci should be transferred to a private hospital specializing in cancer and tumor in Beijing for further treatment, but Xue Ci, still maintaining his sanity, refused.

It was also becoming a dying person that made Xue Ci realize that he had the will to die.

He spent his last few days in the intensive care unit, seeing no acquaintances except the doctors and nurses who took care of him.When a person reaches this level, he should always be ashamed and self-examination-whether he has failed too much, or even rejected by his relatives, betrayed by friends, living for more than [-] years, and being despised and trampled when he loves it so rarely.

Xue Ci's temper is not bad, even since he can remember, he has tried his best to make himself "likable", but everyone around him who he can recall seems to avoid him like a snake, and even hate him. He went to the bone.

It is said that you exchange your sincerity for your sincerity, but his sincerity is like a candle in the wind and dust in the ground, there is nothing fair to cherish.

The pain that persecuted him for several days made Xue Ci's body unavoidably weak, and also made his spirit sober like never before.

It was as if his body had been turned against his bones, and he lost the last bit of fear and reluctance.

Those scenes that disgusted him and the past were farther and farther away from him, turning into a revolving lantern.

Before dying, Xue Ci thought that the morals of the world were really unfair to him, and he must be fair to himself.Those people hated him, and he hated them.

Mutual dislike is also considered clear.

……

"Xue, Xue Ci... Xue Ci!"

There are bustling and flustered sounds in my ears, like a nest of birds chirping together, even if the tone is clear, it is hard to make people happy.

Numerous hands rested behind him, carefully touching Xue Ci, even if they couldn't occupy the ground, they still wanted to hold him by the corner of his clothes.

Xue Ci frowned slightly.

His consciousness gradually became clear, and the depression and pain accumulated in his body seemed to have disappeared without a trace, but the pain in his left eye was still severe, as if he couldn't open it the day Father Xue smashed it with a file folder. Closed tightly, feeling the trembling blood oozing from the corner of the eye.

"Xue Ci's eyes are bleeding." The immature young voice came, and the restlessness in the tone made the others unspeakably depressed.

Someone else scolded: "Don't touch his eyes!"

"Don't touch him!"

"I saw it, just now it was Xue Ci who was pushing with the long lamp..."

"Long Dengming, you didn't say it was such a prank when you came here."

"Stop farting, I don't!" A teenager cursed and said in a very irritable tone.

Xue Ci's body was still powerless, and he leaned softly on the other person's body. With his right eye opened with all his strength, what he saw was a shaky and dim scene, a corridor, stairs, and incandescent lights.

"The teacher is here—"

The noisy surroundings fell silent for an instant.

The leading teacher of the training camp separated the group of energetic eight or nine-year-old children, and when he saw the young boy with blood in the corner of his eyes and a pale face half lying on someone else's lap, his face turned paler than Xue Ci's. up.

As soon as Mr. Zhao heard the news that someone was injured, he didn't have time to ask who it was, and rushed over immediately without putting on his shoes.After all, which of the children in this field training camp is not a noble young master, even if they insist on the central theme of "training" and "independence", they must not suffer a little injury.

Besides, it's not a minor injury.

What makes the teacher feel suffocated even more is that the injured boy is not young.

The young son of the Xue family.

Teacher Zhao took a step forward and picked him up first. The lights in the corridor were brightly lit, casting shadows swaying.His hands were shaking, and his blood was cold all over his body, so he asked his assistant to notify the teacher stationed in the medical room for emergency rescue.

When being pressed on the snow-white bed, Xue Ci raised his head slightly following the doctor's instructions, and was quietly treated for the wound on his eye.

During this chaotic process, he finally understood what was going on now.

——He didn't die, and he returned to the time when he was nine years old.

Xue Ci was reborn.

Speaking of it, Xue Ci himself thought it was funny, what's the point of being reborn for such a useless and annoying waste.

He also vaguely remembered the current situation. He was sent to a survival training camp during the summer when he was nine years old.

In fact, there is not much content about survival and self-reliance. It is just a play among children. No matter how profound the meaning is, it may be that everyone has a good family background, and maybe they can become partners in the future.The social connections they use as adults have been built since childhood.

Such an ordinary training camp is not worth mentioning in Xue Ci's memory. He doesn't remember whether he was injured or not, but he remembers that he didn't have a good relationship with other people in the training camp. After half a month, I finally packed up and returned to Xue's house a few days earlier.

No matter how much memory there is, it's gone.

But from the words of the group of children just now, his injury should not have been an accident, it was pushed by someone, or it was a very bad "prank".

Xue Ci still didn't care.

——There are so many people who hate him, but who are these little brats?