Now that Wei Dongheng had already appeared and admitted that he cared about Xie Xue, Lu Zhishu had doubted Xie Xue before, but now he has dispelled his doubts.
Her face turned blue for a while, and she stared at Wei Dongheng and Xie Xue with a complicated expression for a long time. She wanted to say something, but realized that she had no position, and finally said embarrassingly: "Sorry", and immediately grabbed the crocodile The purse ran away.
Xie Xue's anger towards Lu Zhishu did not subside, but she felt that Wei Dongheng's arrival was strange, so she asked, "How did you know I was here?"
Wei Dongheng: "I saw you when you were on the road in her car. I thought it was strange, so I followed."
"She is really inexplicable. I thought she was looking for me to do something, but I didn't expect it to be such a bizarre thing."
Wei Dongheng asked for a cup of coffee, and let Xie Xue sit down to calm down: "I just said, the He family is a bunch of wonderful people, especially this Lu Zhishu, it's hard to kill."
When he said this, he raised his eyebrows, and didn't forget to show off: "Unlike me, my family is enlightened. I heard that our family had a strange cousin in the early years... But she has passed away. Now my family is full of She's the same little cutie as me, they all forgive me when I was a kid, my family would never say such beastly words to you."
Xie Xue slowed down for a while before feeling a little more comfortable.
"Listening to what she said just now, she seems to be sure that He Yu is in love, and she doesn't know which girl is so unlucky..."
Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered the scene of the rental service at the entrance of the hotel, and a trace of uneasiness appeared in her heart.
Wei Dongheng saw what she was thinking, and grabbed his own inch. His proud silver hooligan head was ordered to be shaved by his father, and the shaved became the inch of the army, and it has not grown back yet. Didn't even get to dye it.
"If you're really worried, why don't you call your brother and see if he's been to that restaurant today?"
Xie Xue thought about it, and really made a phone call.
After waiting for a while, Xie Qing's quiet and steady voice came over: "Hello."
"Brother, what are you doing..."
"Prepare for class. Anything?"
"Oh..." Xie Xue suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately covered the loudspeaker and Wei Dongheng said with an exaggerated mouth shape: He-prepared-class-
Wei Dongheng snapped his fingers, and Hang Erlang started to shake his legs proudly, as if I knew it.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'll just ask."
Xie Qingcheng felt that she was inexplicable, but his sister had done a lot of messes since she was a child. This kind of behavior of calling her brother suddenly was not uncommon, so he didn't ask any more questions, and chatted with Xie Xue casually. sentence, and hung up the phone.
"Huh—" Xie Xue breathed a sigh of relief.
Wei Dongheng looked at her playfully and teased her: "Aren't you worried now that your brother just came back to prepare lessons?"
"Impossible, my brother has to prepare for lessons for a long time, so he must not have been to the city center today." Xie Xue was relieved, then rolled his eyes and scolded Lu Zhishu again, "He Yu is really wrong... I don't know. Dao Heyu is secretly dating a female classmate. If he really finds out, he will be embarrassed to death. I really hope it's not a student in my class... ugh... "
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Xie Qingcheng was not disturbed by Xie Xue's sudden call. He took care of his preparation for the class, and rushed to prepare the PPT before class. After the two classes were all over, he went to the school convenience store to buy some oden and went back to the dormitory. Going to rest.
When he walked to the door of the staff dormitory, he suddenly felt dizzy. He had to stand against the cold metal door for a while before gradually recovering.
Because of sudden physical discomfort, Xie Qingcheng entered the house and the first thing was to boil water and take medicine for himself.
When the drawer was opened, the stored medicine was found to be empty.
Xie Qingcheng was stunned for a few seconds, and he realized that he was really negligent. Not only did he fail to take the medicine on time yesterday and today, but he even forgot to leave the world when the medicine at home was gone.
He raised his forehead with his hand, leaned against the wine cabinet and rubbed his temples, and began to reflect that in the past few days, maybe it wasn't just He Yu who had fallen on his head.
And himself.
He has always been a meticulous person, but now he is hanging out with a young and frivolous brat to the point where he even forgot his illness.
Xie Qingcheng thought of this, and the feeling of anxiety and irritability came up again.
He closed his eyes.
The dizziness lingered, and finally Xie Qingcheng had to get up, put on his coat, took a taxi, and drove to the Meiyu Private Hospital.
"This is your detailed test sheet this time. This is medicine."
In the dean's office, Qin Ciyan's old friend pushed a piece of paper and two boxes of medicine to Xie Qingcheng.
"You can see the test results for yourself. I don't need to tell you."
Xie Qingcheng took the order, as calmly as looking at any patient's receipt.
He finished his list.
"It's worse than I thought," he said.
Dean: "If you stopped taking RN-13 earlier, it wouldn't be like this."
Xie Qingcheng lit a cigarette, took a puff, and didn't answer.
After a while, he said, "How long do you think I can last?"
"If you are willing to go to the United States for treatment, with the current technology, there is actually hope, but you—"
"But you know I won't."
The dean sighed heavily: "If you don't go to the hospital for good treatment, it will be five or six years. Your five internal organs are already rapidly depleting. If you keep going at the speed, it will be at most six years. I think you should be in your heart. Very clear."
Xie Qingcheng: "...what if I increase the number of injections?"
The dean looked at him: "Xiao Xie, it will be very painful. You also know the effective dose of medicine for yourself. With your current dose, the pain is more than a thousand times that of chemotherapy. Even if your pain is more dull than ordinary people. , is also used once as if dead once. Why do you need to do this."
"Because if I don't do something, no one will finish it."
"... I think if Lao Qin was still alive, he wouldn't be able to see you as you are now."
"But I have no other choice."
The old dean sighed deeply again. He didn't know everything about Qin Ciyan and Xie Qingcheng, but it wasn't too little.
In the past, he respected Xie Qingcheng's ideas and kept the secrets that should be kept for him in the decision of some matters.
The old dean couldn't help sighing because of the powerlessness as he walked towards the end of the oil.
"If you're going to get more injections, be prepared. If you get these injections too often, your body's stress response will be severe, and it's easy to be discovered..."
Xie Qingcheng: "I know."
"...you go to the injection room."
Xie Qingcheng got up.
The old dean, who seemed to be tired of communicating with Xie Qingcheng, suddenly called him when he was about to leave the dean's room.
"Xie Qingcheng."
Xie Qingcheng stopped his fingertips on the doorknob, and turned his head slightly.
The old dean: "I understand your choice very well, but you suffer like this, but no one around you knows about it, and no one can come to accompany you. I don't think it's kind of you to treat them like this, you have to know Your friends and family don't just want you to protect them, they also want you to allow them to take care of you...or the day they know the truth, they won't be able to bear it."
Xie Qingcheng paused for a while and said, "Then never let them know."
He pushed open the door and disappeared at the end of the white corridor.
There is a special injection room in the aesthetic education hospital, which is reserved for Xie Qingcheng.
There is no one in the injection room, and there will be no medical care to accompany it. Only the director knows everything, and everything is done in secret.
Xie Qingcheng checked the biological information familiarly, and the door opened.
—
This is the truth that Xie Qingcheng has concealed from almost everyone around him in the past few years.
Inside is a three-person standing cultivation chamber, with a breathing mask, restraint straps, connecting needle tubes, and a call button for emergency help to the dean's office.
In addition to this culture chamber, there is only a cold metal bed, a medicine cabinet, and an operating table in the injection room.
Nothing else.
This is Xie Qingcheng's private treatment room.
He has had to come to this place for treatment since he started taking RN-13 secretly again. At first, it was good to come two or three times a year. Slowly, his health got worse and worse. Recently, he has come to the point where he has to come in for treatment almost every one or two months. So when He Yu was sticking to him before, he would find that he disappeared gradually and frequently.
He is here.
He had to repair his body, even if the process was far more painful than chemotherapy.
The entire space of this injection room is quite mechanized, without any temperature. The only thing that can comfort those who are in it is that the glass cover of the cultivation warehouse is engraved with a cloud-like jellyfish pattern. This jellyfish is a Xie Qingcheng was the only companion in the extreme pain of the injection of the special needle.
Xie Qingcheng was very familiar with this house, just like going back to his own home. He did the sterilization, and injected the medicine into the infusion tube in the warehouse...
After all preparations were completed, Xie Qingcheng took a deep breath and prepared to walk into the petri dish as usual.
At this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly.
The person who called was He Yu.
"Hey."
"Hey, Brother Xie, I'm out of class, where are you?"
The boy's voice on the phone was clear, vigorous, with some anticipation. Xie Qingcheng could even clearly hear the students around him when he walked out of the classroom.
Loud sound.
The young students are discussing with their peers in a carefree manner: "What's for dinner tonight?"
"A new barbecue restaurant has opened on East Street, and people say it tastes good..."
"Brother Xie?" He Yu read his name and recalled his consciousness.
Xie Qingcheng was alone in this cold, metallic treatment room, listening to the movement of the boy, and for a moment, he felt that he was listening to the voices of the world in hell.
He was quiet for a while, and said, "I have a meeting outside."
"Meet again?"
"Well, temporary."
"How long will it take?"
Xie Qingcheng: "What's wrong?"
"I want to have dinner with you tonight."
"… "
"Can I wait for you to come back?"
"No need." Xie Qingcheng came back to his senses, "My meeting is over late, you can eat it yourself. If you really don't want to be alone, just find someone for me."
He Yu: "But no one can do it for you."
"… Really can not."
"Hey... I'm so busy... Well, let's forget it this time." He Yu probably felt that he was short on time, so he said, "You can have a meeting first, don't disturb you, I'll hang up."
After finishing the call, Xie Qingcheng threw the phone on the treatment table. He saw his own reflection on the metal plate, with blurred facial features, as if there was no expression.
-Yes.
He shouldn't have any turbulence.
Xie Qingcheng got up, inserted a narrow finger into the tie knot, and pulled the tie loose. After thinking about it, he turned the phone off again, walked into the training room, pressed the start button, and then slowed down. Slowly closed his eyes.
The breathing mask was lowered and buckled over his nose and mouth, covering most of his face. The injection tube was pierced from the red mole on the back of Xie Qingcheng's neck. At the same time, the mist of medicine evaporated, slowly filling the entire culture chamber.
hallucinogenic gas.
long injection.
The whole body's reaction is more severe than cancer pain.
The dean's description was correct. Every time Xie Qingcheng lay in the warehouse, it seemed like he was going to experience a death. The air pressure in the culture chamber would start to increase sharply after Xie Qingcheng finished injecting the medicine into the body. The tympanic membrane, sinuses, and heart would all be forced to withstand extreme pressure. At this time, the hallucinogenic ingredients in the medicine began to attack, which would make Xie Qingcheng suffer. It was an illusion, as if every bone was pulled out of the body, and then stabbed back into the internal organs irregularly, they gave birth to scattered thorns in his flesh and blood, and then were violently pulled out, It seems to be dragged away together with his soul.
This process would take a long time, so restraint belts and handcuffs had to be set up around his body in the training warehouse. Every time he struggled, the belt would get tighter and the handcuffs would get tighter and tighter. His flesh was torn, and his whole body seemed to be completely caught in the net, unable to even move half an inch.
And the real pain has only just begun.
Affected by the side effects of overdose, the people in the warehouse will fall into more and more real hallucinations. The amygdala of the brain will start to become disordered under the condition of continuous strong exposure, and Xie Qingcheng will constantly replay the worst experiences in his life. The stories of terror and pain.
Parents die.
car accident.
Qin Ciyan died.
He leaves the hospital...
Fear continued to spread through the nervous system.
He saw the studio with the rising water level and heard Jiang Lanpei's faint singing.
He saw Xie Xue collapsed in Chengkang Mental Hospital, and at that moment he thought she was dead and her body was separated.
And then he seemed to be stuffed into a tattered bear doll again, and he dragged his tattered body towards the house.
When Xie Xue was young, he shouted at him: "You are not him! You are not a brother!"
It seems that after he has died once, he will die again...
No one knew how painful he was, no one knew how much courage he needed to survive.
He was in the warehouse, his pale complexion hidden in the mist of medicine. His wrists were shackled with shackles, his neck was tied with rings, and black restraints were strung deep on his snow-white shirt, and even the sound of pain was drowned out in his breathing mask.
Excruciating pain.
It is like dissecting limbs and bones and digging out a heart.
It was more than three hours after the treatment was over.
Xie Qingcheng slowly woke up from the coma caused by the severe pain, and the drooping forehead was completely wet with sweat.
He opened his eyes slowly, and he was tortured to the point that he didn't know what day it was, just like he had done this set of injections countless times in the past.
The warehouse door was automatic and finally opened slowly. A little of the medicine mist left in it scattered out, and in the misty mist, Xie Qingcheng's figure after finishing the treatment was revealed.
It was fragility and exhaustion that few had ever seen.
Xie Qingcheng was bound in the warehouse so stiffly and coldly. When he entered the warehouse, he took off his jacket. He only wore a plain white shirt and black trousers. Now these clothes were completely wet with the medicine mist and sweat. cling to him. After the white shirt got wet, it vaguely revealed... He was tightly restrained by the restraint belt all the way, as if he was not sick, but committed a crime.
Xie Qingcheng had no blood on his face, and his eyes were empty.
The treatment chamber took off and landed slowly, an automatic device that flattened a person onto the treatment metal bed in front and lowered him.
When Xie Qingcheng was lying on the narrow bed, he was not conscious.
He just lay so sluggishly, the figure seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and he had no strength... He just lay so lonely and cold.
The sad things in the dream still linger between his eyebrows, and he looks very broken.
Like damaged porcelain.
As if life had already come to an end.
He lies in the invisible ruins, or he himself is the ruins.
The only thing that can prove that he is still alive is the faint heaving of his chest...
Five or six years left.
This life is over.
Xie Qingcheng rested on the treatment bed for a long time before regaining control over his body and sitting up.
When he buttoned his coat, even his fingers trembled slightly.
He wiped away the physiological tears from the end of his eyes, and slowly covered all the pain marks, especially on his wrists... It seemed like a scar from handcuffs...
go out.
leave.
Yes, this is the secret he blocked - Xie Qingcheng and He Yu in the reservoir
What is said is true, but not complete. He still hides part of the truth—
Part of the truth about his current state.
Xie Qingcheng was once judged to be less than 40 years old. Later, the United States developed a special soothing drug. He chose to give up his ability and take drug treatment, so as to obtain a body that is not much different from that of ordinary people, and he can live an ordinary life.
But what he didn't say was that after Qin Ciyan died, a lot of things happened after a while - Li Rouqiu divorced him, Xie Xue was admitted to the university of her choice, and Chen Wan also entered the public security system after working hard.
Those people around him either returned to the underworld, or went to others, or went to independence.
He is like a tree, when autumn and winter come, all the leaves on the branches leave.
He realized that he was no longer an indispensable dependency in anyone's life.
And at that time, two accidents happened -
The first one was that the materials left by Qin Ciyan were destroyed.
At that time, there were seven or eight cardboard boxes piled up with the handwritten files. Except for the ones that Xie Qingcheng was sorting out, they were all kept at home.
These voluminous materials are treasures to Xie Qingcheng, and they are writings that must be sorted out for Lao Qin, but they have no value to others at all, so Xie Qingcheng did not think that these things would be used by others. stare.
However, when he returned home one day, he found that a burglar had entered the house, and Lao Qin's notebooks were thrown everywhere. The burglars seemed to be trying to find something from Lao Qin's information, but in the end they found nothing.
In anger and frustration, the thief maliciously burned several of Qin Ciyan's medical notebooks with a lighter, threw another twenty to the bathroom, and wet them all with a shower.
When Xie Qingcheng found out, almost a word on it could not be read clearly...
Xie Qingcheng felt that the sky was falling at that moment. Report to the police, rescue... But in the end it's nothing.
The criminal judgment pays attention to a criminal consequence. Nothing of value in the Xie family was lost. What was damaged were only some medical notes that the police could not judge of their value. Although the case could be filed, who would seriously investigate it
What's more, even if someone is found, the twenty or thirty notebooks that condense Qin Ciyan's life will not come back.
Xie Qingcheng couldn't remember how he survived that time. In those nights, he would dream of Qin Ciyan and the back of the old man sitting at his desk and writing. She dreamed that Mrs. Qin solemnly handed him these materials, sent him outside the red brick building, bowed slightly with tears in her eyes, and watched him leave.
He woke up every night with such a heart-wrenching sense of guilt, his hands shaking when he touched and lighted a cigarette.
He didn't know how to make up for all these losses, so he made an explanation to the old Qin couple.
He could only continue to speculate what was written and recorded in Qin Ciyan's remnants in the other notes of the corresponding period... But many experimental data, if they were missing, would never be found again.
Who was the burglar who entered the house
What exactly did they want to find in Lao Qin's information
Xie Qingcheng was in pain and could not get an answer.
until the second accident happened.
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Qin Ciyan's daughter, who was married to the United States, was kidnapped by a mysterious organization. When the police rescued her, Qin Rongbei, Qin Ciyan's daughter, was tortured to the point of being completely insane, and was sent to a local mental hospital for compulsory isolation and treatment.
In that hospital, Qin Rongbei often repeated a sentence—
"Don't ask me, I don't know what the first emperor is."