After binding the defective product system, I became a group favorite

On January 4017, 1, Admiral Shen Heng, who had disappeared for 18 days, miraculously returned.This day is a day worth remembering for the empire, but it is not wonderful for Shen Heng.

He thought that returning to the capital star would mean the end of the life of homelessness and fear, but when he and Cen Yang left the starship and entered Shen Yanzhi's suspension vehicle under the eyes of everyone, Cen Yang suddenly coughed violently. That piercing cough sounded like a sharp knife piercing straight into Shen Heng's heart.

He hugged Cen Yang anxiously, bent his back, and poured water for him, but the cup handed to Cen Yang's lips was gradually dyed red.

From the corner of Cen Yang's mouth flowed a blood stain mixed with broken internal organs, and he fell limply into his arms.

All the celebrations, interviews, and meetings were postponed, and the suspension vehicle drove directly to the hospital of the First Military Region. Fortunately, Mu Yan had already made full preparations for their physical examination, and immediately summoned general specialists after receiving the notice. Treat Cen Yang.

The results of the examination came out quickly, and all the organs in Cen Yang's body were rapidly failing under the catalysis of perception. If it goes out and enters the blood, it is poison to the internal organs.

Fortunately, Bai Yunhe thought of Cen Yang's insistence on going to the black market immediately after his disappearance. The military department checked the purchase records under Cen Yang's account and confirmed that he had purchased a perception enhancer. A first-aid plan was made for this drug, and four consecutive injections of pro-active factors were injected into Cen Yang's blood, and finally the visceral organs failed to the point of losing their original functions, counteracting the effect of the perception enhancer.

It has been five days since Cen Yang opened his eyes. His eyes were sore, his head was dizzy, and his throat was so dry that it seemed to be torn open. Woke up.

There is a breathing detection device in the ward, but Shen Heng still insists on staying by his bedside.

"Yang Yang." His voice was slightly hoarse.

Cen Yang opened his mouth, his dry vocal cords made him unable to make a sound, but Shen Heng realized it immediately, picked up the constant temperature water on the bedside table, and fed it to Cen Yang.

After Cen Yang gulped a few gulps, Shen Heng took away the cup and refused to let him drink any more. He wiped off the water stains from the corners of his lips with his thumb, and rubbed his chapped lips distressedly: " Don't drink too much at once."

Cen Yang paused for a while: "It's so uncomfortable."

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Shen Heng's tone was sharp.

"I feel uncomfortable all over... There seems to be a fire burning in my stomach." Cen Yang frowned, but then he showed an uneasy smile, "It's okay, it's better than dying. I thought I was going to die on the way back It’s good to be alive now.”

"You are already uncomfortable on the starship." Shen Heng's tone was affirmative, and Cen Yang's answer was not needed. He remembered that inexplicably haunting kiss. Before the war started, he hadn't left. When Capital Star, Cen Yang was also tired of him as if there was no tomorrow.

Cen Yang blinked: "Yeah...the last thing I thought about before I died was to kiss you. Now the first thing I want to do when I am alive is to kiss you."

He pouted at Shen Heng.

"You..." Shen Heng felt distressed and angry at the same time, he was full of depression and couldn't vent it, and was blocked by his outburst.

"Come or not?" Cen Yang urged him.

Shen Heng let out a breath slowly, still couldn't help lowering his head to kiss him, but bit Cen Yang's lower lip when he finally left, very lightly, but after biting, he still felt distressed, and couldn't help but kiss him again. Kissed on teeth marks.

"Tuk Tuk"

There was a knock on the door of the ward, and Cen Yang withdrew his arm around Shen Heng's neck. The two looked at the door together, where Mu Yan was standing there with several doctors.The vital sign monitoring device in the ward detected that Cen Yang was awake and sent a reminder to them. The group had been standing here for quite a while.

"I'm sorry, but this," Mu Yan lifted up an ampoule in his hand, and the transparent medicinal solution was shaking in it, "It will expire after 15 minutes after being taken out of the refrigerator, so use it quickly."

Cen Yang was slightly embarrassed, and moved himself down a bit, covering half of his face with the quilt. Shen Heng squeezed his hand, stood up and made way for him.

An ampoule contains 5ml of pro-active factor. This substance is extracted from a nearly infinitely proliferating plant on Tula star. Only a five-ton plant can extract one milliliter of pro-active factor, which is invaluable. Many cosmetics on the market It sells at a high price under the gimmick, but most of them just get some similar compounds into it, but there are still many people flocking to it.

Mu Yan took a needle and syringe, and knocked open the ampoule, Cen Yang panicked: "Wait, wait a minute, can you replace it with the one that doesn't use needles?"

"This absorption effect is good." Mu Yan's men kept moving, and millions of star coins were sucked into the syringe in a blink of an eye, "Come here."

Cen Yang looked at Shen Heng for help, and Mu Yan also looked at him. Shen Heng was suddenly stared at by a group of people, and he was taken aback for a moment before he pulled out of his thoughts. One right held him down.

"No, it's not..." Cen Yang struggled, "So love will disappear... Ah! It hurts! It hurts!"

Mu Yan moved smoothly and in one go, pulled out the needle, "Okay."

He threw the syringe into the nurse's tray, "The toxins in your body are almost metabolized. Tomorrow, we need to check the recovery of internal organs, especially the liver, which is the most severely damaged. When the indicators stabilize, we will arrange surgery."

"Surgery?" Cen Yang was startled, "What's wrong with me? Why do I need surgery?"

Mu Yan looked at him, his lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, a voice pierced in obliquely, "Craniotomy, the things in your skull are nothing to look at. Just take it out and feed it to pigs."

Cen Yang: "...Yang Yimin!"

Who else could be so mean-spirited except Yang Yimin!

A tall and slender young man walked in, with a military jacket on his shoulders, still looking foolish, but it made Cen Yang's eyes warm.

"Where's my brother?" Cen Yang asked him.

"He doesn't recognize you anymore." Yang Yimin raised one corner of his mouth and smiled badly, "I think you are disobedient."

"Get lost!" Cen Yang scolded him, "Where's my brother, General?"

Shen Heng frowned and glanced at Yang Yimin: "He just woke up, don't stimulate him like this."

Then he turned to Cen Yang and explained: "There is a very authoritative doctor in the brain surgery department at the Capital Hospital. The head of the brain surgery department at the military hospital brought your operation plan to him for evaluation, and Cen Lang went with him."

Cen Yang's eyes widened in horror: "Wait a minute, what does brain surgery do?"

Shen Heng considered it for a while: "It is to solve some brain system diseases through surgery."

"So we still need a craniotomy?!" Cen Yang was dumbfounded.

"Will this not irritate him..." Yang Yimin was speechless.

Mu Yan suddenly added: "Yes, and you have to shave your hair."

Cen Yang: "..."

As soon as I woke up, I felt the deep malice of this world.