“… Key results have been achieved with our psychotherapeutic pharmacy so far, and hopefully…”
The chattering voices entered Lu Xiufan's ears, he raised his head suspiciously, his dilated pupils gradually condensed, everything in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar, the laboratory, the researcher, his brother Lu Xiuqi, the healing potion, and...
Ozawa!
Lu Xiufan's breathing stagnated and his heart almost stopped beating. Ozawa, who had left him more than ten years ago, appeared alive in front of him again.
"what!"
At this moment, a scream rang out, and Lu Xiuqi, who was beside him, suddenly rushed towards a researcher frantically, bit his ear tightly, then broke free from the suppression of the others, grabbed the metal chair and smashed it towards the location of the brain.
Lu Xiufan's pupils shrank suddenly. He will never forget this scene. Every time he thinks about it, he makes himself extremely regretful. Why can't he be faster, as long as he is faster, he can save his Ozawa!
The chair flew by in front of him, and Lu Xiufan leaped forward, grabbing one leg of the metal chair firmly, and he was pulled forward by inertia and rushed forward a few steps. Although he tried his best to stop him, the back of the metal chair still hit the back of Shang Ke's head.
Shang Ke groaned and fell to the ground softly.
"Ozawa!" Lu Xiufan's eyes were red, he dropped the chair in his hand, quickly rushed to Shang Ke's side, carefully hugged him into his arms, and then used his trembling fingers to check his breath...
alive, still alive.
Lu Xiufan raised his head and let out a long sigh of relief, with a relieved expression on his face.
There was chaos in the laboratory. Lu Xiufan couldn't care about his crazy brother, he picked up Shang Ke and walked quickly towards the medical room. Before leaving, he instructed the head guard to deal with the aftermath.
Although he didn't know why he was reborn, he thanked God for his blessing and gave him the opportunity to change history. As long as he can save Ozawa, no matter how much he has to pay, he will do whatever it takes!
[The brain is being repaired... The estimated time is three months...]
[Dear host, I'm sorry. Since the system must follow the laws of the world, the time and location of each reincarnation cannot be accurately located, so it will inevitably cause harm to the host, and please forgive the host.]
Shang Ke: … When did you become so polite
[The advantages of the system are numerous, but the dear host has not discovered it.]
Shang Ke: Can you use the idiom first and then talk about the advantages
[Dear host, you are now mentally disabled, and it is normal for your ability to understand to decline.]
Shang Ke: Take back what I complimented you earlier.
[The chat is over, ask the host to enter the elegant sleeping beauty mode, and wake up after three months.]
Although I always knew that the system was unreliable, Shang Ke still didn't expect it to be so outrageous this time.
The three-month system mentioned by the system does not know which plane is calculated. In short, when he wakes up, it will be three years later!
Three months and three years, the difference is 108,000 miles, okay
Shang Ke was lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling in a trance. Just woke up, my brain is still a little confused, seeing the time displayed on the wall clock, I slowly remember everything in this world.
According to the development of the previous life, it is now the third year after his "death". I don't know what happened to Lu Xiufan and whether that kind of therapeutic medicine has been successfully developed.
"Ozawa." While meditating, a slightly suppressed voice came from the side.
Shang Ke turned his head to look, only to see Lu Xiufan walking over quickly, squatting beside the bed, and holding his hand tightly, his eyes were filled with unconcealed excitement and joy: "You finally woke up."
Shang Ke moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't make any sound for the time being.
"Don't worry, take your time." Lu Xiufan called the doctor. After a series of examinations, tests, and infusions, it was finally confirmed that Shang Ke had a clear consciousness and his mind had basically returned to normal.
Lu Xiufan sat on the edge of the bed, quietly staring at Shang Ke's sleeping face. Years of depression, pain, and remorse had all turned into satisfaction and safety at this moment...
Three days later, Shang Ke was able to sit in a wheelchair and wander freely around the villa. During this period, he also learned from Lu Xiufan some important events that happened in the past three years. First of all, the forces of all parties were turned upside down by Lu Xiufan, and a large number of black sheep were cleaned up. Many big families suffered heavy losses.
The second is the research and development of psychotherapy drugs, which have obtained international patents and are exclusively produced and sold by commercial institutions affiliated to the Lu family.
Shang Ke's brain was also healed under the repair of the therapeutic agent, which greatly extended the lifespan of the covenant-keeper. It's just that this kind of medicine can't completely repair the damaged emotional element. Whether it can regain normal emotional fluctuations depends on the recovery of the covenant.
Shang Ke originally thought that this was not a problem for him at all, and he could express his feelings well before he was cured, let alone after he was cured. But to his surprise, he couldn't control his facial muscles.
She winked at the mirror for a while, but she still had a cold and calm expression on her face.
How is this going
When he was wondering, the voice of the system suddenly came out: [The situation is like this, the seventh pair of cranial nerves of the host is damaged, which is commonly known as the facial nerve. Although the system tries to repair it, there are still some small problems.]
"Isn't there still a 'perfect image package'? Saying 'no matter what kind of accident you encounter, you can show the legendary 360-degree perfect facial expression without dead ends', but now it's just the facial nerve damage?"
[Dear host, do you know what normal facial nerve damage is? The facial muscles are paralyzed, the eyes are slanted, the mouth is crooked, the speech is slurred, and the salivation is drooling. If it were not for the beautification of the perfect image package, the host would simply not be able to watch it, right?]
"Is it as serious as you said?" Shang Ke expressed doubts.
[The system is "slightly" exaggerated, but it is undeniable that the perfect image package has played a positive role in maintaining the host's image that cannot be ignored.]
Shang Ke: "...So, I can only have a facial paralysis in the future?"
[Not necessarily, the perfect image package will continue to repair the host's damaged nerves, as short as one or two years, as long as seven or eight years, and the repair can be almost completed.]
"Is the gap between one or two years and seven or eight years too large?"
[It would be nice if it could be repaired. ] The system replied irresponsibly.
Shang Ke: You are no longer the system that I know, although it has no limits, but seeks truth from facts.
At this moment, Lu Xiufan walked into the room and saw Shang Ke was sitting by the window looking in the mirror, he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"
Shang Ke shook his head, indicating that he was fine, then placed the mirror on the windowsill and turned to look at him.
Lu Xiufan walked behind Shang Ke, and while pushing his wheelchair into the house, he said, "I have something I want to discuss with you."
Carrying Shang Ke onto the sofa, putting a pillow on him, and covering him with a blanket, Lu Xiufan said, "In order to prevent someone from harming you, I announced that you were dead, and then transferred you here in secret. Recovery, I need to assign you a new identity."
Lu Xiufan looked at Shang Ke, his eyes filled with tenderness: "Ozawa, what's your name?"
Shang Ke took his hand and wrote the word "Shang Ke" in his palm.
"Shang Ke, Keke..." Lu Xiufan whispered softly and smiled, "Okay, from now on, you will be called 'Shang Ke', not Yue Ze's Yue Ze, nor the promise-keeper Shang Ze, but A truly free man—acceptable."
Shang Ke's eyes flickered, as smart as in his memory.
Lu Xiufan picked up his face and lightly pecked his lips: "Coco, when you take care of your body, let's go on a trip?"
Shang Ke shook his head and felt a chill on his wrist. Looking down, he saw a watch-type camera on his left hand.
"Happy birthday, Coco."
That hand-painted cake picture was one of Lu Xiufan's regrets in his previous life. On July 19th, he firmly remembered this date, and every year on this day, he would give him a cake, a sweet and real cake.
"Happy birthday, Ze Shao." Fei Lin pushed a big cake into the room and smiled and wished.
Shang Ke's eyebrows and eyes are slightly curved, although the arc is very small, it can easily make people feel his joy.
"Coco, make a wish." Lu Xiufan helped him light candles, there were 8 candles in total, plus three years of drowsiness, Shang Ke was 26 years old this year, "No matter what you wish, I will help you fulfill it."
There are many wishes, and they will be fulfilled in a lifetime.
Shang Ke suddenly raised his head and put a seal on Lu Xiufan's mouth.
Before Lu Xiufan's heart blossomed, he saw Shang Ke stretched out his hand to Fei Lin again.
His face darkened, and he stopped: "This is not good." He said, and cast a warning glance at his housekeeper.
The housekeeper, who has always been devoted to his duties, went against his master's wishes for the first time and walked to Shang Ke's side without fear of death, and solemnly presented his face.
Shang Ke hugged him and gave him a heavy sip on his face.
Lu Xiufan stared at the grinning Fei Lin with an unpleasant expression, and secretly wondered whether he should exercise his rights as a patriarch...
In fact, Shang Ke had no idea about birthdays, so the reason why he left a hand-painted cake on the computer was just a whim. He was completely unaware of his "impulse", which made Lu Xiufan remember him for half his life.
Of course, being able to celebrate a birthday with a lover is a very happy thing, and Shang Ke cherishes this intention very much.
In the evening, Shang Ke, who took a hot bath, was lying on the bed, sorting out his photos on the computer.
At this moment, Fehling walked into the room with a cup of hot drink.
"Young Master Ze." He put the hot drink on the bedside table first, and then said, "I want to ask Young Master Ze for one thing."
Shang Ke stopped, turned his head to look at him, and motioned for him to speak.
Fei Lin said with a worried expression: "My lord has had a hard time in the past few years, often suffered terrorist attacks, almost lost his life several times, and left a lot of injuries on his body. The doctor told him to take good care of it, but he delayed it. Come down. If Ze Shao doesn't wake up for a day, he will not be at peace for a day. If things go on like this, the old wound will be hard to heal, I hope Ze Shao can persuade him."
Shang Ke's face darkened, he turned off the computer, and asked Fei Lin to help him into a wheelchair, then pushed him towards Lu Xiufan's bedroom.
As soon as he walked to the door, he heard a deliberately suppressed coughing sound from inside.
Shang Ke pursed his lips and pushed the door straight in.
Lu Xiufan raised him alertly, and his expression froze when he saw Shang Ke.
Shang Ke's eyes swept across the medicine bottle on the table and the water glass in his hand.
No wonder Lu Xiufan hadn't been in the same room with him these days. He thought he had overcome the power in his body and became a pure-hearted man who knew how to abstain from sex. discovered by him...