[Comprehensive British and American] Acacia Ancestor Transformation System

6.

Imperial dining hall is a good place to eat, Strange thinks so.But the actual situation is also a bit embarrassing...

If you like Chinese food, go there, and after eating his food, you will feel that other places are boring.But in his house, after enjoying the meal made by the chef himself, he will face the same dull situation of eating someone else's.

Fortunately and unfortunately, it is really embarrassing.

After repeating his visit for the fourth time, Strange bumped into Yu Chunchang again.This person is really loose and confident, Strange thought so when he saw the person who took his coat and went to the back kitchen.

Slowly eating the food on the table, Strange extended his dinner time infinitely.

There seemed to be two or three tables of guests scattered, Strange looked at the people who came out, and resolutely put down the dawdling and ate most of the meals.Get up, check out and leave.

Now that you've tried the best, let's keep going.

"Hi—" He drove to the side of Yu Chunchang who was slowly walking towards the bus stop, and greeted him, "Yu." To be honest, driving his sports car at this speed is really reckless.

"Huh?" Yu Chunchang, who was walking like walking with his hands in his pockets, turned his head, surprised, "Mr. Doctor?"

"go home?"

"Well, the nightlife has just begun, so go for a stroll." Yu Chunchang smiled.

"Oh, I like your way of life. I've been extremely bored since we broke up." Although Strange complained about his attitude of having fun after working for less than three hours, but for the sake of his appetite, he decided to temporarily Follow him, "Where are you going? Want a ride?"

Yu Chunchang tilted his head: "It seems that my last blessing didn't work."

Determined that he would not refuse, Strange stopped and opened the side door: "Maybe we can find a good place to play."

"Mr. Doctor, you know I like men, right?" Yu Chunchang smiled.

Strange... forgot about this.

"Of course I know," Strange pouted, "I'm a doctor, and I've seen too many people. Just want to make friends, or are you interested in me?"

"Maybe," Yu Chunchang shrugged, smiled, and Shi Shiran got into his car, "You are still attractive."

"Like eyes or something."

"Where do you want to go?" Strange didn't intend to believe his words, and the speed of the car began to increase slowly.

"Well—maybe you have any recommendations?" Yu Chunchang put his hands on the side of the car, as if enjoying the evening breeze, and said lazily.

"I know a good bar," the car sped out quickly, Strange glanced sideways at the person next to him, only to see that he raised his eyebrows, but there was no sign of panic, "If you're lucky, We can both have a good night tonight."

Yu Chunchang sighed for some unknown reason: "Well, I can only wish you success."

After looking for a substitute driver, sending someone home, and then sending himself home, it was already past one in the morning. Strange walked into his spacious apartment and rubbed his neck.In the bathroom, he splashed cold water on his face.

Looking in the mirror, what did he see.She turned her head sideways, frowning, and there was a rose red lip mark on the side of her neck that hadn't been wiped clean.Very good, he knew what Yu Chunchang's out-of-focus eyes meant before he left.

Raising his hand to wipe off his lip marks, Strange took out his phone and glanced at the newly saved number on it.

Alcohol can paralyze the nerves, and long-term alcoholism can cause unsteady hands, so although he drinks well, he is very restrained.But Yu Chunchang really had an abnormal amount of alcohol, he was playing a little crazy in the end, but he just sat in the booth and tasted wine slowly.

Click the number and note a chef.Strange put away his cell phone, took off his clothes and prepared to wash.

As the teal panties slid to the floor, Strange stood under the shower head and water poured down his head.

Yu Chunchang is not a playful person, but unexpectedly he can play, it seems that neither men nor women can resist him.

And I seem surprisingly innocent.

Suddenly, I found the memory of seeing him rejecting others' touch several times that I almost forgot in my memory, plus what I saw tonight.With his eyes closed, Strange smiled with interest.

Found an interesting cook.

But the days after getting the number have not changed much.Except that when Yu Chunchang was working, he would send himself a message when he was in a good mood, and then deliver a dessert on the dining table.

7.

Accidents have multiple impacts on a person's life. Even though he was used to all kinds of accidents in the hospital, Strange still couldn't understand.Perhaps, as Christine commented, his benevolence as a doctor has become a little numb.So he sees Christine's emergency department as a slaughterhouse, full of people who aren't worth saving.

Of course, some strange cases can attract his attention.

But all of this changed when he faced his dizzy head, his buzzing ears, and struggled to open his swollen and uncomfortable eyelids.

A car accident on a mountain road that took less than 1 minute before and after, and an operation that lasted more than ten hours.The giver becomes the meat on the cutting board in the slaughterhouse, the destroyed prop of someone else's failed performance.

Severe concussion, partial peeling of the retina of the right eye, partial fracture of the ribs, burns of the respiratory tract, hemorrhage of the spleen... These injuries are not serious for his kind of car accident. It can only be said that it is thanks to the good protection of his car.

But all of the above was not lucky for him.

His vision was a little blurry, and it took a while to see Ryo.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay." Someone sitting beside him comforted him softly.

comfort?

He turned his gaze away and stared at his hands hanging on the bed by the immobilizer in a daze.There are steel needles fixed from the fingertips to the wrist, and the cold fixer is woven together with the bright red flesh, which is very scary.What was even more frightening was that no matter how hard he tried to feel his fingertips, he could only move his thumb a few times at most.

The people around him can only be Christine.He has no friends, no family, only Christine, who he considers himself a 'savior'.

"Hey——" her voice was trembling, which made people upset, "You're fine." Carefully, gently, is the usual tone for patients.

patient--

Christine really loves to squander her love as always, Strange thought almost coldly.

He was very dizzy, and the slight movement of opening his eyes and thinking made him feel sick.Even though his stomach was nauseated every second, he couldn't stop thinking about the operation he had undergone in his mind.The steps of the same process go through in my mind over and over again——

But he heard himself asking in a trembling voice like the group of people he usually hates the most: "What... did they do?"

"Well, they used a helicopter to-"

Christine was avoiding her own question, her voice trembling even more, as if she was the one who was hurt.

"What did they do to me?" Strange tensed his neck and asked again, suppressing his voice.

Christine seemed to whimper, and turned to look at his hand: "Eleven steel needles—"

In fact, Strange couldn't hear her answer clearly at all, but he knew exactly what she was saying, because if it was him, he would have handled it in the same way.

"...the best time for nerve recovery has been missed, and no one can do better."

"No." He retorted.

Christine looked at him, her eyes seemed to be red.

"I can do better."

This sentence may have hurt her heart. He knew that Christine let out a cry, but she held back.At this time, he hated Christine, and he hated himself even more.

Because for a moment he thought that he might as well die.As Strange, this kind of thinking is really too much.

Closing his eyes, he no longer tried to bend his head to look at his hand, and he simply couldn't move, which also prevented his whole body from trembling and his heartbeat that was so violent that it was about to bulge out of his chest.Anxiety flares up quickly, with shortness of breath, palpitations, cold sweats, and a blank mind.

hum-

It was not Strange who survived, but another monster.

8.

The self-healing ability of the human body is actually terrible. Strange sat on the bed and looked at his medical records.After the steel needles were removed from the phalanges, they could no longer straighten up.It was growing crookedly, like a deformed branch waiting for overhaul.

Christine raised his hand and stroked his chin, not sure if it was to shave his own beard or to prevent himself from staring at the film taken by the finger bones.

"Hey, you've almost recovered." Christine tilted her head, scratched her chin softly, and said softly, "Want to eat something good?"

"The person who noted the cook in your phone sent you three messages." Christine smiled, and then, "I didn't know you had such a friend."

"More than four months, three messages. Christine, isn't your definition of a friend too reckless." Strachey raised his chin, his tone cold.

"This is so sad." A crisp female voice suddenly sounded at the door, leaning against the door was a tall, beautiful woman with long curly hair, gray coat and wine red sweater skirt.

"I am no longer a chef, and I specially prepared some food to visit." The woman at the door lifted the lunch box on her handle, "Aren't we really friends?"

Christine was a little surprised, looked at Strange and then at the person at the door: "Uh, ma'am—" 'Cook' is a woman?

Strange watched as he walked in, raised the table on the hospital bed, and the person who was slowly laying out the dishes frowned: "Yu Chunchang?"

"uh-huh."

Christine stared: "What!? Mr. Yu?"

"Who performed the sex reassignment operation on you?" It's really rare to be able to do this successfully in such a short period of time, Strange thought reflexively.

"Crack-"

Strange looked at the cracked tabletop and sensed a slight danger.

"No, it's just a hobby. The load-bearing capacity of this table is too weak." The woman shook the table and brushed her hair, as if nothing had happened.

The person who prepared the dishes looked down at Strange: "It seems that you are living well? I thought that at your usual speed, this kind of car accident would at least cause paralysis."

Christine...

Strange twitched the corner of his mouth.

Yu Chunchang glanced at his hand that had not yet removed the cast: "Oh, for you, this seems to be worse than hemiplegia."

"Ms. Yu... Ma'am!" Christine frowned, seeming to disapprove.

Strange looked up at him with his half-shaven beard.

"I'm sorry." Yu Chunchang apologized without apology, and then looked straight at Strange.

"Do you still want to continue to show some friendship?" Strange rolled his lips, half ironically, "I thought you knew that your note was just a cook."

There was silence for a while.

"Well, indeed, I'm not interested in you now," Yu Chunchang blinked, "I'm not interested."

Strange pursed the corners of his mouth and clenched his lower jaw tightly.

"That's it, I'll treat you to this meal."

"Bye, Mr. Doctor."

"Bye, Dr. Palmer."

Strange didn't know what Yu Chunchang's purpose was, but he felt a hint of being humiliated without delay.Christine looked at him worriedly, Strange couldn't tell for a moment whether this kind of concern made him feel more humiliated or the kind expressed by Yu Chunchang.