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Chapter 19 "Eighteen"

"Do you know why this world is so unfair?"

"why?"

"Because there are countless people who feel it's fair."

"Then, is the world you're talking about fair or unfair?"

"The weak prey on the strong, it is fair to the strong, because they can wantonly exploit the weak."

"But for other weak people, they can only feel fair, very fair."

"Then why?"

"Because they have no right to feel unfair."

"The meaning of their existence is to be squeezed by the strong. If they are squeezed by the top strong, it will even be their honor."

"Does oppression mean bullying?"

"Bullying? That's too gentle."

"Too gentle? What does that mean?"

"That's bullying. While bullying, you will also be humiliated."

"even death."

"Will it die like this? It's terrible!"

"Death is a relief in another sense."

"Then Dad~ Do you think this world is fair?"

"I, haha, I'm not even qualified to say the word fair."

"Why, Dad you."

"Son, fairness is not fair, it is for people."

"I no longer have the right to be a human being, so even if I know it's impossible, I will continue to work hard."

"Huh? Dad, what are you talking about all of a sudden?"

"You! You! You are human!"

"Father, you are no longer a human being, so what am I!"

"Hey, don't cry~"

"So Dad said, I will continue to work hard to give you a fair chance to stand with others."

"After all, Dad has only one son like you"

"Pfft!"

"Ok!"

I.
"He seems to be responding!"

Mo, Moral!
What's wrong with me?
pain!
Severe pain!
"It's the third injection. If another injection is given in a short period of time, he will not survive."

This voice is, who is it?

No, my head hurts too!
Am I not dead?
Yeah, I'm like I'm bombing
"Then what to do, what to do!"

Keep your eyes open!

What did they call me.?

No way
Consciousness is about to start again. Lost.
Cold, extreme cold, cold that stings bone marrow.

This world is covered by ice and snow, and the bitter cold wind whizzes through the sky and the earth, without any tenderness.

There is nothing around me that can protect me from such a raging blizzard.

His body was already trembling uncontrollably, and his hands were also trembling because of the terrifying low temperature. When he looked down, he was already frostbitten and purple.

If there is no accident in the end, I will die here, right?
Miracle?

Haha, there are no miracles in this world. If more people believe in them, there will be a self-consolation called miracles.

Just like humans adore birds for being able to fly freely, I also want to be able to live freely.

Though really, that doesn't sound like a great idea, or even an ideal.

But among all the living beings in the world, who can really control their own destiny?
In the end, all of this is just a fantasy, just looking at the flowers in a dream, just entertainment to paralyze myself.

But am I really willing?

I'm not reconciled, but it comes back to that question.

How can I?

Hahaha, it's really a joke.

Until now, I am still expecting the so-called miracle to happen.

People are like this, even if they have clearly understood the essence of one thing, they still put their hopes on things that shouldn't happen because of their own incompetence.

"Pfft!"

"Uh ho!"

".Man!"

Suddenly my world disintegrated incomprehensibly, everything became so blurry.

Are you going to die?

no, do not want!

i don't want to
"Lin Man! Lin Man!"

When my eyes regained a focal length acceptable to me, the very familiar face should be reflected in my pupils as it should be.

"Molla, er."

"Lin Man!"

"Great, you finally woke up! Lin Man woke up!"

Shouts like cheers violently rushed into my eardrums, beating on the machine that was already down.

Just like the dead wood that has been drought for a long time is finally bathed in the long-lost rain again, a drop of warm tears successfully brought my consciousness back to reality.

"water, water"

"Okay, okay, I'll get it for you!"

Is this still in that basement?

Wasn't it blown up here?

What was I before?
what happened?

The cold wind from outside kept pouring in, but Moral didn't do anything, allowing the cold to sweep here.

It means that the basement door should have been blown out.

There is no collapse here, indicating that it did not directly hit this place.

Was I injured by the storm that was swept in by the explosion?

The injury should be the abdomen, right?
Although I want to touch it with my hand a little bit, but now my hand doesn't seem to want to listen to me at all.

Although I am very afraid of being paralyzed, I still feel that a simple handshake can be done.

My feet are also very sore, but it's not like I'm completely numb.

My whole body feels like it's going to fall apart, and I don't know where the injury is.

No, my head still hurts.

By the way, that woman!
If I remember correctly, there is still a vague female voice in my memory.

Did I remember it when I regained consciousness intermittently before?

"hiss!"

No, I can't remember at all!
But this impression is too real, I can't ignore her!

Is it that woman?

I began to slowly outline the figure that I rolled into the quilt and carried to this place in my heart.

But I only have the impression of her rough outline. Speaking of which, I haven't even carefully observed what her face looks like?
Did she not pretend to be dead anymore?

"Come on, suck, drink, drink!"

I could feel Moral stuffing something roughly into my mouth, and that icy cold feeling made me feel very comfortable.

"Google! Google"

No more, why only a few mouthfuls!

"Water, more!"

"No, I can't give him another drink, the water is too cold!"

Yes!
It's that woman!
When this familiar voice appeared, I no longer cared about the pain of my brain being torn apart, and opened my eyes with inaccurate focus again.

It's her, it's her!
Although the vision and memory were extremely blurred, the faces of the two slowly overlapped.

"You've given him the fourth injection, and the temperature is very low now."

"If you don't want his life, just keep feeding him water."

Does she seem to be saving me?

She's already saved. Me?

"who are you?"

"If you are uncomfortable, close your eyes and cultivate yourself, don't be fearless."

But what I didn't expect was that she actually spoke coldly to me directly.

Although there was no problem with what I said, I even felt a little sullen.

why?
What is she mad about?
Ah, it's so cold!

The bitter cold wind outside was still pouring into this small space.

No wonder I have that kind of dream.

No wonder he was frozen to death in the ice and snow!

"But he has been having a fever before!"

"If I don't call him, he might really die of pain!"

"Stupid! This is not an antipyretic!"

"I've already fed him anti-inflammatory drugs."

"Even if he's awake now, what will you do if he becomes addicted in the future?"

Addicted?

Did they inject me with levoprimetidine?
And it sounds like the fourth injection has already been injected.

So how long have I been in a coma?
"I'm but he's moaning all the time!"

moan?

me?

"Okay, I know you're doing it for his own good, but since it's all over, you can listen to me now."

"This shot is definitely the last shot, do you hear me clearly?"

No, Moral!
So kind you, would you really have the heart to watch me suffer like this?

How can you just listen to a strange woman like this!
Feed me some more water, just take a sip!One bite!
"Um"

"Listen clearly."

Moral!
You can't just admit defeat like this!
How can you just give in like that?
What about the dignity of a man?

What about my water?
Forget it, it's fine if you don't die, as the saying goes, if you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about running out of water!

"Lin Man, your life is really tough!"

Are you going to tell me what happened?
"What do I, cough cough!"

"Don't get excited, don't get excited!"

"Don't get excited, don't move around, I'll tell you slowly!"

Suddenly an indescribable nausea rushed into my throat, even though I was not as excited as Moral misunderstood, I still coughed violently uncontrollably.

Although he kept patting my chest lightly, the feeling still didn't get better.

"Cough! Cough!"

I can feel something splashing out with my cough, although I can't look up, but I guess it should be the blood stagnated in my body?
"Okay, okay~"

Unexpectedly, Moral was unexpectedly gentle.

"Do you feel a little better?"

"Or would you like some more water?"

"Hey, she's not here now, can I feed you another bag of water?"

To be honest, I really do want to drink water right now, just for one more sip.
But now that I'm a little more conscious, I can begin to understand why she won't let me drink water.

Because if my wound is in the abdomen, it is also possible that the internal organs are traumatized.

So if I take too much food at this time, it may irritate my stomach, and there is a potential risk of bleeding.

"No, no more."

He shook his head lightly, which could be regarded as rejecting Moral's careful kindness.

"Don't you want to drink water?"

"Then do you still feel uncomfortable?"

I feel bad, I feel bad all over!
The chest hurts, the stomach hurts, the hands hurt and the feet hurt, it's like the whole person is falling apart.

You still ask me if I feel bad?

Do you look like I'm comfortable?
"cold"

I didn't realize what I wanted to say for a while, or maybe my thoughts and behaviors couldn't be controlled and connected.

Obviously there are so many things to say in my heart, but I can only utter a cold word weakly with my mouth.

What a shame!

(End of this chapter)