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Chapter 90: His dream of change

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Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu: "...you know the first emperor?"

"My father told me, but—" He Yu stared at Xie Qingcheng's pale face.

At that time, He Jiwei's words echoed in his mind:

"No normal person can survive the full treatment of RN13 without dying, that's torture."

"The first emperor is just a computer simulation."

"A data that simulates the treatment effects of various diseases in the identity of all RN13 subjects."

Xie Qingcheng seemed to understand what he was going to say, and said calmly: "Everyone thinks that the first emperor is a fake, a virtual person, all its experimental data are calculated data, but in fact it is not. There is no one This kind of data calculation can be so accurate - the person who has survived the entire healing process of RN13 is me. Apart from you and me, only one other person knows this secret - and he has passed away, and he used this technology to save me back then ."

The words are shocking.

"Yes. I'm Chu. That's what you call..."

"The first emperor."

Time goes back to nineteen years ago.

No, it should have been eighteen years ago.

The New Year's Eve has passed, and when the first apricot flower in spring quietly blooms, Xie Qingcheng was discharged from the hospital.

After three months of treatment, soaking in the solution chamber, cooperating with the oxygen chamber, and taking RN-13 continuously, Xie Qingcheng withstood the torture of inhuman treatment in the culture chamber, and withstood the whole process of RN13 therapy as a secret. The subjects of the experiment became another life saved by RN-13.

But as the saying goes, the gift given by fate has already marked the price in secret.

Although Xie Qingcheng's recovery was amazing, because he was young and his physical fitness was very good, his cell regeneration was more successful than any previous case. But there are still some subtleties that are changing silently.

It seems that the regeneration of the skin has overdrawn his vitality. After this time, he has become a scarred physique, and if someone else touches it a little harder, it is easy to leave red marks on his body.

He began to be allergic to more things, not just mangoes, but also many other things. For example, he could drink alcohol and not easily get drunk, but his body was intolerant to alcohol. As soon as he drank it, his whole body became hot and his strength disappeared quickly.

And his physical strength—

Xie Qingcheng's explosiveness and stamina are very strong. He is a Sanda champion and a martial arts master. He has put in a lot of hard work and trained hard since he was a child, and is determined to become a criminal policeman.

However, RN-13 regained his normal mobility, but could not allow him to continue such high-intensity training.

He's still in good shape, but he can't get any better.

"A person's metabolism in a new city is limited throughout his life. You can understand that you have already overdrawn the vitality of the next 20 or 30 years in advance, in exchange for your current health." Qin Ciyan told him like this, "You will be a future leader in the future. No more police officers, you must take good care of your body, otherwise your decline will come faster than anyone else. Although it is cruel to say this, it will affect the rest of your life, and I must tell you truthfully—”

"Xie Qingcheng, your lifespan may only be in your forties. If your body doesn't get attention from yourself, maybe even before the age of forty, your organs will fail and die."

Xie Qingcheng sat on the packed snow-white hospital bed and quietly listened to Qin Ciyan talking to him about these words that no one else in the world knew.

The spring sun shines through the crystal clear glass windows, sprinkles on the clean and tidy ward, and also shines on Xie Qing's glazed face—

RN-13 is indeed a medicine that transcends normal social cognition, and there are no traces of destructive injuries on his body.

The only scar was a little red mole on the back of his neck.

That was the bruise after he was immersed in the drug liquid tank for three consecutive months and injected the wall-breaking drug from the spinal cord.

All the pain is like a nightmare that leaves no trace, only this cinnabar—

It will never disappear again.

Xie Qingcheng returned home.

In Moyu Lane in early spring, there are small golden flowers blooming, and countless broken flowers rush together to form a golden waterfall that splashes down the wall. When the wind blows, the waterfall flows down into beads, and the petals are like rain.

Aunt Li and Xie Xue were waiting for him by the flower wall.

Seeing him come back, the woman covered her face and wept, the girl grinned, and when she laughed, she was missing a milk tooth.

"elder brother."

"Brother hug!"

None of them knew what happened in Yanzhou. At the earliest, it was because Xie Qingcheng did not have any specific identification on him, and he was in a coma, so he couldn't ask too much. Later, the medical staff learned that both his parents had passed away, and there were no close relatives at home, and they did not know who to call.

Later, Xie Qing went to a private hospital and decided to become a drug tester for rn-13.

This is something that must not be told to the outside world, and Qin Ciyan himself took a great risk - Xie Qingcheng knew that this would be a secret he had to keep.

In those months, all they said to everyone was that the patient had undergone a period of closed treatment. Do not worry.

Xie Qingcheng took the young Xie Xue from Aunt Li's arms. No one knew that he had spent more than 30 years of life in exchange for this tender reunion in the spring.

"Xiao Xie, does it hurt? Is there a scar?"

"It doesn't hurt," he said. "Scar... it's out of sight. It's okay, Auntie Li."

"Brother, kiss." Xie Xue was still too young after all, no matter how many times she cried when she parted, when she returned to the familiar embrace again, she was still overjoyed, her smile became a flower, she used Warm hands wrapped around Xie Qingcheng's neck, "I want to kiss."

Xie Qingcheng turned his face to the side.

The little sister kissed his slightly pale and transparent skin, and was kissing the wounds that had been bloody and terrifying a few months ago.

In the breeze, the little girl's soft eyelashes drooped down.

As if she could sense something, she carefully touched Xie Qingcheng's face.

"Brother, it doesn't hurt anymore."

From that day on, Xie Qingcheng gave up investigating the truth of his parents' death.

The truth is important and is never meaningless.

But more important than the truth is life.

He sacrificed his health, dreams, lifespan... After wading through blood and tears, he returned to the world with the laughter of Xie Xue's broken silver.

He knew he would forever be ashamed of the dead. He can't give the dead person a fact, and he can't give the dead person another explanation.

But he can no longer live up to the living.

Forty years old, there are more than thirty years left... He wants to live a good life, so he lit a lamp and wrote in the long night, listing out the most thorough plans. He calculated his age and Xie Xue's age. He thought that if he could live safely to the age of forty, he would have no regrets.

On the open notebook, the last line reads:

I am 40 years old - Xie Xue is 32 years old

She should be married.

I will not be concerned.

Xie Qingcheng turned his head, his sister was curling up on her cot, sleeping with a teddy bear, and Bo was kicked off by her. He closed the book, walked over to the bed, and put the quilt back on her...

He thought that life could go on peacefully like this.

However, in fact, the price rn-13 gave him a new life is far from being paid.

Soon, Xie Qingcheng discovered that his body was withering faster than expected. Although he was still smart, his flesh and blood were not like this at all. After returning home, within two months, he developed a high fever several times. When the fever rushed up, he was shocked to realize that he had a tyrannical and bloodthirsty desire.

I want to destroy things, I want to destroy myself.

What's even more frightening is that he found that his perception ability was also rapidly declining - pain, stimulation... These things that were very clear to him before, became more and more difficult to appreciate.

Once he accidentally cut his hand, the incision was deep and the flesh came out, but he didn't feel much pain.

His temper also began to become irritable uncontrollably.

He often gets angry because of some inexplicable little things, and once or twice he can even get angry at Xie Xue. In fact, Xie Xue was just clamoring for a little wonton in chicken soup.

The little girl was scolded and choked on the spot in fright. After a while, big tears fell down.

"Wow... Why is my brother so fierce... You are not a big brother, you are not a big brother!"

Xie Qingcheng recalled after the incident, Xie Xue's meaning at that time should be to say that her brother would not treat her like this, and her brother's patience in taking care of her has always been very good.

But he didn't know what was going on at that time, and there was an evil fire in his chest.

He was feeling uneasy about his strange changes at the time, and when he looked in the mirror, he would feel that the person inside was unfamiliar and terrifying, so Xie Xue's words were particularly harsh. He was not only pierced by the eardrum, Even the heart trembled.

He looked back abruptly, his face distorted.

"Yes. I'm not your brother! Your brother is dead! He should have died a long time ago!"

"What am I living for? What am I living in so much pain for? Is it for myself? Is it for you to accuse me like this?!"

Such a crazy face.

Xie Xue was stunned and couldn't say anything.

Xie Qingcheng saw his own reflection in her wide open eyes...

Like a ghost who borrowed a corpse to bring back its soul.

Although every time he regained consciousness, he would be extremely remorseful, wondering if he was crazy at the time and why he would do such a thing.

However, the number of episodes became more and more frequent, and each episode was worse and more out of control than the previous one.

He realized something was wrong.

This medicine may have unintended side effects of them—

So, after another mental breakdown, Xie Qingcheng curled up helplessly for a long time, trembling in the painful aftertaste, and finally dialed the contact number that Qin Ciyan left him...

Qin Ciyan also heard for the first time that rn-13 can cause these psychological symptoms.

He immediately flew back to Shanghai and took Xie Qingcheng for a series of physical examinations. All the indicators were almost normal, but Xie Qingcheng was sick.

At that time, the mental illness caused by rn-13 had not been named, and there was no very specific case report. Qin Ciyan thought that Xie Qingcheng was simply too mentally stressed, and introduced him to a doctor in a mental hospital in Shanghai. psychological intervention.

That doctor is not irresponsible, he gave Xie Qingcheng a very systematic treatment process.

During that time, Xie Qingcheng took a lot of psychotherapeutic drugs, some of which even made his thinking sluggish and confused, but could not fundamentally relieve his inner pain.

As soon as the medication was stopped, he became increasingly depressed and manic.

Day after day, Xie Qingcheng couldn't take it anymore. He has always been very strong. He has never been defeated by physical/physical pain, but he was finally destroyed by mental torture.

After getting sick again and scaring Xie Xue to tears, after learning from the police station that there was no progress, in the stormy night filled with bleak and faint atmosphere.

Xie Qingcheng finally collapsed.

Mental illness is a ubiquitous evil, enough to make formerly gritty young men wither from the inside.

Xie Qingcheng's consciousness didn't seem to belong to him anymore. He took a knife... and stuck it on his wrist.

"I want to live."

"I want to watch her grow up."

"Doctor Qin, can you save me..."

Such a strong voice seems to have echoed from a previous life.

The blade was wiped away.

The smear was very deep, and the blood suddenly spurted out...

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.

It turns out that death is actually such an easy thing for a person who is tortured in his heart.

The blood dripped from the wound...

At the entrance of the rainy alley in the middle of the night, under the wide rain-covered roof, Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and let his life flow from the wound bit by bit.

It seems that he really is not Xie Qingcheng anymore.

He is nothing but an empty shell, a decaying corpse...

"Xiao Xie! Xiao Xie!"

In the blur, a man seemed to get out of a taxi.

The man was tall and sturdy, holding a large black plain umbrella, very similar to his father...

Qin Ciyan didn't expect that he would go back to Shanghai in the evening. On the way back from the airport, he wanted to take a walk around Xie Qingcheng's house, but he saw such a miserable scene.

He ran out of the car and stretched out his hand to the boy who was curled up on the steps—

"What are you doing? Aren't you in pain?"

Xie Qingcheng looked up at him, like a homeless little animal.

His lips moved, but there was no sound.

Qin Ciyan lifted him up and carried him on his back, the umbrella was slanted, the doctor's clothes were completely soaked in the heavy rain, he didn't care, just carefully covered the big umbrella over the child on his shoulders: "Go. It's alright. I'll take you to the hospital."

"I'll take you to the hospital, Xiao Xie, hold on."

From that day on, Qin Ciyan knew that Xie Qingcheng's illness was not a simple and ordinary mental problem.

He hung up the phone with an old classmate who was far away in the United States. The old classmate heard about this and overturned the relevant medical records, and found that some of the drug testers in the United States also had similar cases.

But none of those people lived long.

The physical and mental damage is too great, and they come to the end, fighting against the most negative emotions of mankind all the time.

More terrifying than physical/physical pain is emotional despair.

After Qin Ciyan ended the call, he stood alone on the balcony at home for a long time.

He really liked Xie Qingcheng very much. As long as he looked at the boy who was strong and sensible, no one would dislike him.

And if anyone can finally overcome the pain of people's hearts, Qin Ciyan feels that it must be Xie Qingcheng.

As long as someone can truly understand him and accompany him.

Qin Ciyan happened to be seconded at work for a while and could stay in Shanghai for half a year.

So he made a decision.

He decided to take Xie Qingcheng with him often, as if he was an adopted son.

However, this matter cannot be made public. After all, if the colleagues of the First Attached School of Yan University know that Xie Qingcheng is a child who has been unable to recover from a serious car accident before, it must be an investigation.

And rn-13 is used as an illegal drug, not to mention his career, Xie Qingcheng is very likely to be used as an experimental target and face a terrible threat.

Therefore, almost no one knows that Qin Xie and the two have a very close personal relationship.

Qin Ciyan was in love with Xie Qing like a half-father.

He gave Xie Qingcheng a new life, the courage to live on the dying boy, and he gave a dead man with a dead soul the meaning of living again.

Qin Ciyan became Xie Qingcheng's spiritual pillar during the half-year-long relationship.

No matter what negative emotions Xie Qingcheng has, Professor Qin can tolerate and relieve him.

Qin Ciyan's wisdom, Qin Ciyan's extensive knowledge and knowledge, hanging the pot to help the world, gave Xie Qingcheng, who had lost his ideals, a new light.

He can't be a policeman.

But he might be a doctor.

A doctor like Qin Ciyan.

As the sun rose and the moon set, Qin Ciyan worked hard to teach Xie Qingcheng to relieve his emotions, and at the same time passed on books and lessons, leading him to enter the gate of Xinglin.

Just like He Yu's study of hacking technology, the young Xie Qingcheng immersed himself in his studies, which also played a distracting effect, and his condition was gradually controlled in this way.

Qin Ciyan asked him to go to a research institute opened by his friend to study in his spare time as an ordinary student. This motivated him to continue to overcome difficulties.

That research institute was sponsored by He Jiwei.

However, no one knows that Qin Ciyan and Xie Qingcheng have a very close relationship. Qin Xie and Qin Xie are always indifferent in front of outsiders, like a nodding acquaintance. If Qin Ciyan wanted to give Xie Qingcheng some learning opportunities, he would always use the name of some youth interest groups instead of directly instigating his friends to let Xie Qingcheng join the group.

Xie Qingcheng also lived up to Qin Ciyan's high regard. He is an out-and-out genius, and he can quickly integrate any knowledge.

rn-13 seems to have made his mind smarter. In this short period of more than ten years, Xie Qingcheng privately followed Qin Ciyan to complete the pedagogy that is absolutely beyond the reach of normal people.

In addition to medicine, Xie Qingcheng has also made amazing breakthroughs in the field of life sciences. He even started working privately on complementary medicines for rn-13, studying his own pathology as a psychiatric Ebola patient.

Then one day, Xie Qingcheng made an unexpected discovery—

He himself is a good experimenter.

It is precisely because of the complete use of rn-13 that, as the first patient, he can complete some drug experiments that normal people cannot bear.

Through those experiments, he could find answers in many areas of common diseases and create new directions for healing—

Quite a bit like Shennong tasting all kinds of herbs.

Xie Qingcheng felt that his short life might not be meaningless.

Although he can no longer be the Xie Qingcheng of the past, he must abandon his original dream and the desire to pursue the truth of his parents' death.

But at least he's no longer a wretch.

He can make his pain bloom bright red, he can let his life illuminate those who are in pain, and he can take them out of the long, suffocating darkness.

He recorded these data stained with his blood, stored and organized them, and it was these contents that were later called the legendary "first emperor data", or "first emperor archives".