Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 54 Empathy
  Terry walked home smelling of sweat.

I don’t know what Hei has been doing recently, so I declined his invitations to share memories several times, saying that I was afraid that some of the scenes would be too exciting and scare him.

But fortunately, with the emotions shared before and the meditation method that can stabilize the spirit, Hei has been relatively calm these days, and even sometimes smiles.

Different from the previous feeling of bitterness and hatred, I guess my mental state has recovered very well.

Now Terry is trying his best not to think about the eventual fusion of the two, and to focus on his current peaceful life.

"I don't know what the so-called backlash of bad luck is -

Terry took out his phone and looked at his daily schedule.

"Real sword training starts tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow is time for psychological consultation."

hum~
  The phone suddenly vibrated in his palm.

Terry looked at the notes displayed on the screen with some confusion. After a moment's hesitation, he connected the phone and put it to his ear.

The smell of the old beat-up pickup truck was a bit unpleasant, and little Terry felt dizzy.

Little Terry was held in the arms of a woman with a vague face. He didn't understand the concept of living in the city at that time, but this very kind woman told him that she could buy him rock candy persimmons to eat.

'Judging from the situation after cleaning up the scene, when the explosion came, the couple used their bodies to protect their angel tightly. ’

'On the west side of the Weehawken Bridge, a series of car accidents occurred. An ordinary family car collided with a dangerous goods transport truck full of chemical raw materials. In a chain reaction, 17 cars were killed in order to avoid the explosion. Rollover and collision. ’

Terry rushed into the hospital, looked at the noisy doctors and patients everywhere in the hall, looked around, and rushed towards the consultation center.

There was also a man who seemed very friendly in the picture, but his face could not be seen clearly. He could only be seen sitting in the passenger seat, covered with a military green coat, and he was snoring loudly in his sleep.

‘Your father found a job in a pharmacy, and then he can send you to school in the city. ’

Terry felt like he had some ringing in his ears, and everything he saw was shaking violently. He didn't know why. He had only met Jessica once, so he felt that the sound of his heart beating rapidly seemed to be so clear that it echoed in his skull.

Back.

'Ambulance crews said they were trying to contact other relatives of the girl - God bless her. ’

‘Starting from today, our family can go to live in the city. ’

Car accident, another car accident.

The two images overlapped in front of Terry's eyes, and the memories that he had tried to forget resurfaced again.

‘According to reports from on-site reporters, among a family of three in the family car, only one girl still had vital signs, while the couple died on the spot. ’

The woman seemed a little worried. She raised her head and said something to the driver, who replied indifferently.

In the old pickup truck, a burnt yellow radio blared.

"Forecast...heavy rain, be careful...landslides, dangerous..."

On the TV hanging on the side wall of the medical center lobby, a dignified female anchor was broadcasting a real-time emergency news.

Kemler Medical Center.

After standing still for a few seconds, Terry hung up the phone. He didn't even have time to open the more economical Uber, and directly reached out to stop a taxi.

As before.

What happened next?
  In the news footage from the medical center, several firefighters carefully removed the charred body on the back and took out Jessica who was unconscious with blood on her face.

One of them caught the phone that fell from Jessica's pocket with quick eyes and hands, but the screen was already a bit broken.

"...Thank God, this phone can still be used, but it only has three numbers stored in it!"

"Two of them have mom and dad in the notes - the other one is named Terry? No apparent relationship."

"Let's get in touch first."

……

Terry stood at the front desk of the consultation center, and a group of doctors-looking people gathered around him to inform him of the situation. Jessica Campbell was still being rescued. “What is your relationship with Jessica?”

"She is receiving first aid, but a relative must sign before we can..."

Terry raised his head in a daze and stared at the speaker with incomprehensible eyes. The latter felt a chill in his heart and was so frightened by the young man's momentum that he swallowed back the rest of his words.

"What do you mean?"

"This is to save a life. Are you going to refuse to perform the operation if you can't contact her relatives for a moment?"

The man was stunned and shook his head wildly: "What? No, of course not!"

Terry narrowed his eyes, snatched the document from the doctor in front of him, and glanced at it quickly.

Oh, that's not the reason, but the reason hidden in the text is even worse.

It is impossible not to carry out rescue, which violates the most basic American humanitarianism.

What was revealed between the lines in that document was concern about Jessica's ability to pay for subsequent hospitalization and treatment.

Since it is a question of money, it is not a problem for the time being.

Five hours later, Terry, who was sitting in the lounge like a statue, was brought back to his senses by a knock on the door.

But before he could get up, the door to the lounge was opened by the guy outside.

An extremely slender man stood at the door. He was still wearing surgical clothes, but his gloves had been taken off, and he was looking at him with slight curiosity.

"I guess the little girl I rescued today has a close relationship with you?"

Terry frowned and stood up hesitantly: "Who are you?"

"Jessica's attending physician, however, does not work at Kemler Medical Center - I was just called over because I am probably the only one in New York who can do this surgery."

The tall doctor wearing a medical mask seemed to take considerable pride in his skills.

Terry's dull face finally showed some joy: "Jessica, she..."

"It's out of danger. In fact, today's surgery is not the most difficult one in my career, so you don't have to worry so much. Everything is easy for me."

The tall doctor reached out and took off his mask, revealing a, um, slightly slender but handsome face.

"I just heard that someone who was not a relative paid a considerable sum of money for the surgery and care fees for the little girl. Usually for such news-making events, the subsequent expenses would be raised through charities."

The tall man took the opportunity to sit down next to Terry: "So I was curious to see if my gossip heart could discover a love story between the second generation of a wealthy family and an ordinary girl."

"Well, I'm afraid that disappoints you. There's no love story whatsoever."

Terry spread his hands: "I'm not that rich, I just skipped the charity payment process in advance - my family just opened a new charity recently."

After he called his assistant Charlott in the afternoon, his busy uncle immediately responded. He first gave Terry a large amount of money and then asked Terry to go to Martin's new 'Festival Shelter' at that time. An account.

The tall man raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect this development, so he confirmed again reluctantly: "Then who are you and that little girl?"

"It's just a relationship between landlord and tenant."

"An unexpected and wonderful twist——

The tall man had some elements of a poet in him, and he shook hands with Terry happily: "Steve Strange."

"Uh, Terry Lee."

Terry froze a little.

Not just because of the other person’s identity.

It seems that just a few days ago, he went to another place to kill a Strange who had the same artistic temperament.

So Terry feels a little awkward now.

(End of this chapter)