The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 433 Checkmate
John turned his head.
Behind him is a man who doesn't seem to be much younger than himself. He is wearing a white coat. So, this guy is a doctor?

However, looking at his pale, unhealthy face, and those decadent eyes that were obviously hung by some kind of addiction, John seems to be sure that this guy is definitely not a doctor, and even if he is, no one will definitely see him Yes, after all, this guy has an unreliable smell all over him.

The smell was all too familiar to John because it reminded him of himself.

As I said before, John hates himself very much, so he frowned impatiently, then lit a cigarette: "Sorry, no." He said.

Of course, this kind of behavior of smoking while saying no cigarettes represents another word.

That is—"Get out."

The man in the white coat smiled.

"Hey, don't be so unfeeling. I haven't smoked for a long time. You know how uncomfortable it is for smokers like us to not smoke."

"Come on, I'm not a smoker. What I pay most attention to is a healthy attitude towards life." John said while puffing out smoke rings. In fact, he just wanted to use the nonsense between him and this person to come Let yourself temporarily forget about those souls wandering in front of you, otherwise, John would have turned around and left long ago.

"Well, friends who focus on healthy life, my name is Ziliang." The other party didn't seem to be angry, and introduced himself.

Of course, John would not be surprised by this man's good temper. For the kind of person who begs for cigarettes or drinks, even if you slap him, he will greet him with a smile: "Oh, my name is John Kennedy. "

Immediately afterwards, he saw Ziliang calmly took out a black notebook, then opened it and looked at it: "Well, it's a good thing you don't have that name, otherwise I would have walked so far in vain."

John frowned: "What do you mean, it sounds like you're looking for me?"

Ziliang smiled: "Of course, did I come so far just to ask you for cigarettes? Well... well, although cigarettes are also very important, but... in order to make our next conversation smoother, I I think you should look at something first."

"what?"

The voice just fell!

The muscles of John's whole body tightened suddenly, because he saw the eyes of the guy named Ziliang, and in the depths of the pupils, there seemed to be a faint scarlet light that gradually became clear.

John didn't know what it was, but he knew that it was definitely not a good phenomenon.

But it was too late. In an instant, a huge dizziness sank him, and in the next second, John passed out.

At the same time, John snapped his eyes open again.

The noisy pedestrians disappeared, and the street disappeared. He found himself lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by various monitoring instruments.

At the edge of his sight, a doctor was holding a case file, as if he was recording something.

"What... what's going on?" John was stunned by this scene, and he asked subconsciously.

However, from his throat, there was a hoarse, difficult, and harsh sound. At the same time, he also felt a sharp pain in his throat. It was as if a prickly pear was choking in his throat.

The doctor seemed a little surprised: "Oh? What. What's wrong?"

"Where is this?" John asked again.

"Here? Is this a hospital?"

"Crap!" John yelled, "I mean, which hospital? How did I get here?!"

His voice was a little loud, causing the airflow out of his throat to be a little rushed, which caused a violent cough.

In fact, the adjective "severe" is not enough to describe the cough. It was as if it wanted to kill John in an instant. A hot liquid exploded in his chest, bringing unbearable pain. Like thousands of blades mixed with sulfuric acid gushing out from the trachea.

"Ahem——wow——"

A mouthful of scorching liquid really spewed out from Constantine's mouth, it was a cloud of blood mixed with sticky phlegm.

"Oh my God, you can't talk so loudly! Nurse! Nurse!"

Soon, a nurse rushed in with some medicine and injected John, and his cough finally eased a little.

John lay on the bed, feeling weaker than ever.
"What's wrong with me?"

The doctor shook his head: "I don't know why you ask this, but you have lung cancer, have you forgotten?"

"Lung cancer?" Constantine could hardly believe his ears.

Although he knows that since he was 15 years old, he has been smoking a lot, and when he was 25 years old, he smoked almost half a cigarette every day. It is only natural for a person like himself to get lung cancer. In fact, he had been diagnosed with lung cancer many years ago.

But I should be fine already.

Oh, well here, it's not that he has been cured by the medical clinic, but that someone has pulled out all the cancer cells and tar in his lungs.

Of course, the person who did such a thing would not be an ordinary person. That person is a great demon, one of the rulers of hell.

And the reason why he did this was because of a gamble.

This gamble tied his life firmly to the entire hell. As long as he died, the three major forces in hell would have to fight without end.

Therefore, I should not die again.

However, a chest X-ray image taken by the doctor made Constantine have to believe all of this. The almost completely decomposed lungs were really presented on the black film.

"How long can I live?" Constantine asked.

"If you didn't die of phlegm sticking to your windpipe because of a cough at night," said the doctor, "about a week."

Constantine's mind became confused: "What's the matter, I shouldn't die again, is it true that the bastard below doesn't even want the whole hell in order to get my soul?"

Suddenly, the trance struck again, and the surrounding noises reappeared.

Constantine came to his senses. He found that he was still standing on the street, and the cigarette in his hand had not been burned out.Everything just now was an illusion, but that illusion was so realistic that he completely lost himself.

"Bastard. What the hell are you?" He yelled at the person in front of him angrily.

unexpectedly
"I know what you're thinking." The latter interrupted him suddenly: "You're thinking that everything just now was my prank, it was an illusion, right? Indeed, it was an illusion, but if you don't If you do, in two months, your cancer will come back into your body and you will die. What I am showing you is not just a hallucination, but the future. So now, can I have a cigarette?"

(End of this chapter)