In the drowsy state, Nie Bufan seemed to be in a warm liquid, with people walking around from time to time. Several researchers in white coats were standing in front of the instrument discussing something. Disquiet.
Ah, didn't he die and returned to the base again
Nie Bufan "opened his eyes", but he couldn't see his body. He could only see some familiar scenes flashing before his eyes. These were the memory fragments buried deep in his heart.
memory? Yes.
Before crossing, his most painful and happiest memories came from this base. He is the only surviving genetic human among the base's 343 experimental subjects, and a breeder who specializes in providing organs and tissues.
As long as his brain is intact, every part of his body can regenerate. The meaning of his existence is to provide corresponding organs and tissues for various unknown patients—skin, blood, bones, heart, liver, kidney, cornea, bone marrow and other transplantable organs and tissues.
He is called "miracle" because his organs and blood type can be said to be a true omnipotent type, which hardly rejects the patient's body, and can even achieve the best state.
The cutting and separation operations again and again have become the whole of his life. The regeneration process after each operation is like ten thousand ants eating bones, and the pain is unbearable.
His physique is special and can slowly dissolve the medicinal properties of various drugs, including anesthetics. This means that he must complete the operation in a semi-conscious state most of the time, and he can only recover on his own after the operation.
Several times, he was on the verge of death, until the researchers gradually mastered his recovery speed and endurance limit, and finally perfected the supply model.
Before the age of twelve, he felt that he was living in hell, that every part of his body was not his own, that he lived only for others. So, he has been waiting for the day of death, waiting peacefully.
It was not until the appearance of my father that the gray life finally had color.
I still remember the first sentence my father said to him: "From today onwards, you are my son. I have submitted an application to my superiors to officially name you 'Boufan', and I have the same surname as 'Nie'. '."
"Nie... not... Fan?"
"Yes, my son, Nie Bufan."
As a result, he has his own name, not just a cold code name.
During the recovery from each operation, my father would take him to go fishing, swimming, barbecue, and occasionally play electric games together, watch all kinds of bizarre animations and movies, eat junk food, and laugh without image.
The old man said: "Out of the ordinary, half of your life has been dedicated to others, so the rest of the time should be used to enjoy life and live freely and happily without waste."
Nie Bufan smiled brightly.
From then on, the machine-like miracle no longer exists, replaced by the stubborn Nie Bufan.
He became a troublemaker at the base and a pistachio for everyone. When he smiles, others can't help but smile back. Kindness and happiness are contagious, and the base is alive with his change.
He realized that when he wanted freedom, freedom was around him; when he wanted happiness, happiness was in the palm of his hand.
He traded everything he had in exchange for a heart to enjoy life without any scruples.
Until he was 20 years old, due to a major operation of transplanting a heart and a kidney at the same time, his regeneration was imbalanced and he almost died.
Just when he was lying on the bed weakly recuperating, the old man said to him mysteriously: "Bufan, let me tell you good news, in recognition of your contribution, the base has decided to let you retire at the age of 50, and will give you a gift later. You have a legal identity, a beautiful villa and a lot of money to spend. You can go wherever you want!"
Nie Bufan doubted: "Really? Are they that generous? They're not fooling you, are they?"
"What are you fooling me? Do they dare?" The old man blew his beard and stared, "I can tell you, when you retire, I will be in my seventies and eighties, and you must support me."
"I don't care." Nie Bufan turned his face away, "I'm going to travel around the world with money. It's too troublesome to support you."
Dad jumped right away.
Having said that, Nie Bufan's face was filled with anticipation and joy, and he had already sketched a picture of living with his father in the future.
However, Dad didn't know, he actually knew that what he just said was just a white lie.
The constant transplants put a huge load on his brain, and if the average person has a life expectancy of 90 years, he will only live 30 years. To be more precise, he probably won't live to be 26 years old.
But even so, he has no regrets.
He thought he could go to the end of his life in peace. Maybe, before he died, he could play a joke with Dad and the others, cause them some trouble, and let them see him off in pain and happiness.
Haha, that's pretty cool just thinking about it!
However, God seems to have other plans.
When he was twenty-four years old, the base needed a transfer to another area at the request of his superiors.
A total of 150 people who accompanied him that day boarded the same ship.
Just three hours after the ship was out, they encountered a tornado. This situation is completely unexpected. The ship is full of national-level scientific researchers. It needs to be strictly tested before traveling. The change of the weather is the most important thing. There must be no mistakes in this.
This tornado came very quickly and strangely, as if it formed suddenly. Many people were swept into the sea before they could react. Nie Bufan, who was enjoying the seascape, bore the brunt.
Nie Bufan, who fell into the sea, stretched out his hand in the direction of the ship, and his first thought was: Fortunately, the old man's waist flashed, and the cat was in the cabin.
The sea water covered his mouth and nose, making him uncomfortable.
Didn't expect him to die in this way, and thought he would have the last laugh
Although only 26 years, he also hopes to spend it completely and without discount. It's a pity that God is so unkind, and actually gave him such a divine turn!
Alas, father, farewell! Nie Bufan gradually fell into darkness.
If there is an afterlife, will you be my father again...
Nie Bufan smiled in consciousness, life is always full of surprises.
He didn't die, he traveled through, and he met an old man who looked a lot like his father and inherited his small mountain village.
Then came the omnipotent prophets.
Then, Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu, Brother Shi, Bad Bad, Tian Nu, Shen Muran, and the leader of the alliance also came.
Later, I also met Xiaobai, the national teacher, the emperor and many others.
Haha, really happy!
Ah, I don't know if I'm dead? What are they doing now? Are you planning to have a funeral for him? Are you still scolding him
Well, it's more likely to scold him. Who told him to die for no apparent reason
He should have left his last words, saying: Kill one Nie Bufan, and thousands of Nie Bufan's chickens stand up!
So, not lonely.
"Nie Bufan!" Li Yi roared in the inn.
He lifted the collar of the sleepy Nie Bufan, his face full of anger: "You wake me up!"
On the first day, Nie Bufan did not wake up.
The next day, he still hadn't woken up.
On the third day, he still did not wake up.
It wasn't until the fourth day that everyone finally stopped taking chances, and someone did fall asleep just like that. He fell asleep without warning!
Everyone can't believe this fact! It was fine a few days ago. His expression was as usual, except that he said a few inexplicable nonsense, and there was no other abnormality.
He said he wanted to be "immortal" in Jiwo Village...
He said he was going to "pass away"...
Who would believe this nonsense! In the hearts of everyone, this guy will probably wait until he is too old to breathe before dying reluctantly and chirping.
At that time, they would have been turned into ashes and crushed into mud. Only he gave them the death penalty, which round would get him to lead the way
But what's the situation now
Fan Luo suddenly said: "When he was in the palace, the imperial doctor had seen him and said that his pulse was a sign of premature death, but looking at him in the middle stage, he thought it was just due to his special constitution, and he didn't think deeply."
Tai Bai also exclaimed, "I remembered. When Bufan and I first entered Yanshun, we went to the doctor to see a doctor. The doctor also said that his life was not long. When I asked about it, he was fooled by him."
Everyone looked at Nie Bufan, who was in a drowsiness and smiling, in anger!
This guy can't be serious once? To die so restlessly!
"I don't believe it!" Zhang Junshi's face was sinking, his fists clenched tightly, staring at Nie Bufan.
Wang Shichan took the man from Li Yi's hand and said lightly, "Let's take him back to the village first."
So everyone hired a carriage and drove Nie Bufan towards Jiwo Village.
His chicken occupied the carriage where Nie Bufan was, and the rest had to give up their seats.
The journey was very silent, and everyone looked at the carriage from time to time, and there was always a feeling in their hearts that maybe someone would suddenly jump out of the car and shout arrogantly: "Haha, I'm scared! I'm a chicken nest village. Village chief, how can you die so easily? You are so stupid!"
Unfortunately, he didn't wake up until Jiwo Village.
Si Chenyu and the others who stayed in Jiwo Village were shocked when they saw Nie Bufan who was in a coma.
"When he wakes up, I must..." Li Yi gritted his teeth, but he didn't know what harsh words to use to vent the anger in his heart.
This feeling of being unable to go up and down is really uncomfortable, like something is missing in my heart.
"I sent someone to ask for a doctor, maybe he has a way to save him," Wei Di said. At this moment, he has no intention of fighting with others, and only hopes that someone can wake up.
Fan Luo slammed on the wooden table in a circle, and with a click, the wooden table was torn apart and filled with dust.
"Cough cough." Everyone stepped back, coughing one after another.
In fact, Fan Luo didn't use much effort, but he had never been to Jiwo Village, so he didn't know that all the tables, chairs and benches here were like traps, with self-mutilating passive aggressiveness.
"Did the landslide be lazy? I didn't take care of the room well, leaving so much dust." Zhang Junshi snorted softly.
Tubing hid outside the house without saying a word.
"Oops!" Tai Bai exclaimed. He just set up a chair just now, but who knew that a soft and sticky mass was actually set up.
"Bang!" Tai Yan accidentally leaned the door down, turned his head and fell backward, suddenly throwing out a few pieces of chicken feathers.
Zhang San, Li, Si Wang, Wu and other aboriginals were calm and composed, and they had long been accustomed to these situations.
They looked at the man on the bed at the same time—this guy was a scourge even if he passed out.
They firmly believe that as long as Jiwo Village is still there, he will surely wake up.