Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

As an ordinary Hangpiao person, doing an ordinary job.

I am in a state where I can’t starve to death, but I can’t get much money. Because I was too poor in my early years, I worked and had my own income, and then retaliatory consumption. I have very little savings. I am a real ordinary person who can’t find it in the pile of people. people.

The most ruthless thing he did was in his dream last night, he took out his healthy heart and put it on the body of Qianshou who had a big hole in his chest, and at the same time stuffed his tattered heart into his chest.

Hard core change heart, ruthless person, that's me.

Then came the really *piercing pain, so painful that when I began to doubt the reality of this dream, the alarm clock rang in the morning.

6:40, wake up bell.

Fine.

It really is a dream, you are a worker, it is time for you to go to work.

I touched the phantom pain in my left chest. Although I would definitely have related dreams if I stayed up all night cultivating immortals and reading articles, the pain was too real.

Wait - I couldn't help showing a terrified expression, maybe this is not a sequelae of staying up late, right?

Well, after get off work, go to a colleague to get an EKG.

Now, if you don't start, you will be late.

I kicked the bicycle out of the afterimage, and rushed to the department before the shift.

I didn't eat breakfast, and I was exercising vigorously. I hope that I won't have hypoglycemia when I stand and listen to the lecture.

After all, I have a criminal record, more than once.

Facts have proved that Murphy's Law is really terrible. I, for the third time, went black in front of everyone's eyes. I felt that I should faint after a few seconds if I didn't deal with it.

Calm down, in short—quietly back out to find a place to sit down, then take off the mask cough——

……

Whoa, is this blood?

There was darkness in front of my eyes, and the shouts of colleagues who were fading away in my ears, I fell into a familiar fragment with the same chest pain in the dream.

——So it wasn’t a dream! ! !

OK, I'm awake.

After all, if I don't wake up, I may be sent to the former colleagues for an injection and blood test, and I may even call my family to sign up for emergency surgery!

But it’s great, nothing happened. When I opened my eyes and changed the shell or the world, I still heard the familiar mother tongue. It’s great.

Familiar with the ceiling of the department, I almost struggled to sit up, with the ECG monitoring on my body, and a group of people surrounded the bed, holding various first-aid supplies.

It feels like I wake up a second later and these things are going to greet me, it seems that I have passed out soon.

So the question is, how do I fool it?

Cardiac ultrasound is impossible, neither is CT, not even bedside chest X-ray.

If that dream is true, what is beating stubbornly in my chest is a dilapidated heart. When the time comes, I will take a photo with imaging, oh well, it is a living medical miracle.

Judging from the Hokage that I have studied for many years, the parenthesis Borenbi is not a parenthesis, and I can change my mind so casually without any rejection. Maybe my physique is not normal, or I was originally with Senshou in my dream. Because of relatives.

Then the blood cannot be drawn.

The biggest problem, dreams, is forgettable.

I don't remember the dream in the morning anymore, except for the pain of changing my heart, now even the face of the thousand-handed brother is blurred.

What a hell start, thank you, the kid is already crying.

no, don't panic,

As long as I insist that people are fine, I will push it to mere hypoglycemia and small scenes.

Thinking this way, I jumped down and jumped around twice on the spot.

The blood from the mask is due to the dry weather and nosebleeds!

Although everyone is in the industry, I believe that everyone should not think in the direction of severe illness, after all, it is dark under the lights.

As expected of me!

……

I was scolded by the leader, and then I started the backup shift and gave me a day off.

——I'm sorry, preparatory teacher!Next time I invite you to drink milk tea!

I slipped away guiltily, pretending that I didn't hear the leader's advice to me to have an echocardiogram and memorize a dynamic electrocardiogram.

Hurry home and check Master Kishimoto's Senshou settings, after all, whether you can live or not depends on it.

Having said that, the first thing I do when I get home is to close the door, turn on the lights, draw the curtains, and then clean myself.

Sure enough, there was a hideous scar on his chest.

I gestured with my right hand and it fit perfectly.

I took out the stethoscope and listened to it, the heart sound was normal.

It's strange, it stands to reason that with such a broken heart on my body, nothing happened to me except a mouthful of blood in the morning, even—I squeezed my fists, and I even feel that my physique has improved?

And when the hospital refused all follow-up treatment, I felt it. How did this kind of wonderful confidence that I can recover as long as I rest in place?Is this the thousand-handed gorilla?

And I feel that this scar will disappear in a few days. What kind of alien is this? Puff——

OK, second bleed.I calmly pulled out a tissue to wipe off the blood.

Can I really survive?

But I really didn't dare to go to the hospital, and if it was a real heart rupture, I probably wouldn't be able to save it.

How about writing a will first?