"It's so pitiful. I have advanced gastric cancer. I don't even have a caregiver around me."
"But he's so handsome, even movie stars can't compare to him..."
"Hee hee, is the little girl in spring?"
"Hahaha… "
The laughter of the round nurse gradually faded away, and the ward fell into a dead silence again.
Chu Ci's eyes were tightly closed, and she lay quietly on the bed, as if she was already dead.
Most of his face was covered by the oxygen mask, his cheeks were already so thin and sunken, and his complexion was so pale that it was almost transparent, but there was still a clear and handsome shadow between his eyebrows and eyes.
Just killing time.
The doctor had already asserted that he would not live for more than three months, but he had been lingering on his last breath for half a year, and now he was almost exhausted. Maybe the end will come tonight, or tomorrow night will embark on a journey to another world? The god of death has already raised his sickle to him, eyeing him covetously.
However, this breath is still hanging, who are you waiting for
Could it be that in the subconscious, is there anyone who hasn't had time to say goodbye
Chu Ci slightly opened his eyes, his beautiful eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, quietly looking at the sky outside the window.
The rainy season is approaching, the sky is covered with thick black clouds, hazy and humid.
The ward round nurse left along the corridor talking and laughing. Suddenly, there was a commotion on the stairs. Several men in full armor and camouflage uniforms rushed up the stairs and rushed straight to the ward.
The nurses exclaimed one after another, and several doctors tried in vain to stop them but failed. The headed man, who was extremely tall and had an extremely frightening face, pushed the vice president away and asked coldly, "Where is Ward 538?"
The deputy dean tremblingly asked, "Which unit do you belong to?"
The man sneered and didn't answer at all.
The vice president was panicking when a doctor hurried over and whispered a few words, he immediately trembled, and the look in his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at the man: "Han, Second Young Master Han? Really, really, we didn't hear anything. The superior's phone call, at this moment... the number 538 is here! It's here! I'll take you there!" While talking, he winked and told the doctor to take the nurse away.
The unrelated people in the corridor retreated completely in an instant, and the family members of several wards stuck their heads out when they heard the movement, and saw that the arrival was not friendly, and immediately retracted their heads wisely and closed the door tightly. With a smile, the vice president led the Second Young Master Han to a closed door of the ward: "It's here."
Second Young Master Han stared at the door panel, unable to tell what expression was on his face. After a few seconds, he raised his foot suddenly and kicked, "Kang Dang!" There was a loud noise.
The door panel hit the wall and bounced back, was kicked open by the man, and then Shi Shi ran into the ward.
The sound of kicking the door can wake up even the dead. On the hospital bed, Chu Ci slowly turned her head and stared at the man motionlessly. It took a long time for a trace of inexplicable smile to appear: "...Long time no see, Han Yue."
He was already so weak that he was almost out of shape, but his voice was exactly the same as he remembered, without any change.
Standing in front of the hospital bed, Han Yue stared at him condescendingly, his eyes were extremely deep, as if he wanted to engrave all his embarrassment into his mind at the moment.
"... Chu Ci, you also have today."
This sentence was forced out word by word by Han Yue's teeth, and only he himself knew that when he said this sentence, he exhausted all his efforts and energy.
Chu Ci looked away lightly, "Everyone is going to die, I'm just one step ahead of you."
"Everyone is going to die," Han Yue repeated in a low voice, and sneered, "Yes, that's why I came here to see you off. —Where's the knife?"
A subordinate behind him lowered his head and handed over a 20-centimeter-long saber with both hands.
Han Yue took the knife and threw it in front of Chu Ci: "Look, I specially brought your most beloved knife too, am I treating you kindly?"
Chu Ci quietly stared at the knife for a long while, her eyes were gentle like a girl looking at her first lover. This knife is very different from ordinary bayonets. There is no hand guard on the handle, but it is covered with extremely rough particles to increase friction; there is no leather buckle or lock on the scabbard. Can pull out the knife.
Chu Ci held the scabbard in one hand and the handle in the other, using almost all her strength, even her knuckles turned blue-white. He didn't slowly pull the knife out of its sheath until the handle of the knife was so painful that his palms ached. In an instant, a dazzling snow light lit up in the dark ward.
The blade is slightly longer than the dagger, about seventeen or eighteen centimeters, and the blade is also thicker, about half a centimeter at the thickest point. The arc at the end of the tip of the knife is extremely large, this is for the purpose of slashing immediately after drawing the knife in rapid combat, and the arc follows the direction of the arm, so the range of slashing is expanded to the extreme.
If you are an insider, you can immediately recognize that this is a special combat knife made by master swordsmith Paul Chen for the top US special forces SEAL commando. There are less than 200 in the world, and only a very small number of them live among the people. Because of its powerful and excellent assassination ability, it has even been given the honorific title of "Knife of Killing" by the weapons industry.
Because this knife is so guilty of murder, its mold was destroyed immediately after casting, and no new product has been produced since then. There are only more than one hundred "killing knives", which can be called priceless and peerless sabers.
Han Yue has seen the sharpness of this knife before. A half-inch thick solid wood board can be pierced with a light stab, and with a flick of the blade on the paper, dozens of sheets of paper can be scratched effortlessly. When Chu Ci killed people back then, he just drew his knife head-on and chopped off a grown man's cervical vertebra in an instant. One knife stands out!
The ruthlessness of that knife, the astonishment and splendor of that knife shocked everyone as if they were seeing a ghost in daylight.
"Chu Ci, you see, the death method of being shot in broad daylight in broad daylight is really not suitable for you. Anyway, we will live together for a few years. Whether it is true or not, there will always be a relationship. So, I will give you a self-determination today. Well, what do you think?"
Chu Ci smiled slightly, propping up the hospital bed with one hand, and sat up very slowly and with great effort, "It's rare that you want to be a good person, how can I not appreciate your kindness."
He took a deep breath and leaned against the head of the bed. He was extremely thin, his face was palpitatingly pale, and there was not even a trace of blood on his lips. Her hair seems to have grown a little longer, with the tips of her hair covering the tips of her ears, and a few strands of bangs brushing between her brows, only a pair of eyes are still as cold and bright as in memory.
Han Yue looked at this man coldly. He originally thought that there was only hatred left in his heart, and he just wanted to tear this person's flesh and bones apart, chew and swallow it bite by bite. Who would have thought that seeing Chu Ci's imminent death with his own eyes, he would feel the pain of tearing out his bones, wishing to die with him.
"Han Yue," Chu Ci asked with a smile, "I'm going to die, you should be happy, why do you look like you're about to cry?"
Han Yue closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of sarcasm: "Many people should be happy that you died, how could someone shed a tear for you?"
"... That's true." Chu Ci sighed and nodded, "I don't want you to shed a single tear, just to dirty my path of reincarnation."
Han Yue clenched his fists in an instant, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged, which was extremely terrifying.
Chu Ci stroked the blade lightly, his movements were very gentle, as if saying goodbye to an old friend who had been around for many years. There was a slight heat in his hand, which smoked a thin white mist from the blade, and then dispersed in an instant.
"Han Yue, do you still remember what you asked me when I left?"
Han Yue stood there silently, nodded after a long while and said: "Yes, I ask you, you have committed so many murders in your life, have you ever loved anyone?"
Chu Ci slowly raised his hand, pointed the tip of the knife at his heart, raised his head and smiled at Han Yue: "Now I can tell you the answer, my answer is - no, no. I, Chu Ci, lived twenty years For many years, never fell in love with anyone."
For an instant, Han Yue seemed to be completely frozen there, only staring at Chu Ci, neither speaking nor moving, without any reaction at all.
The smile on Chu Ci's face seemed to deepen a bit, as if there was some inexplicable apology. At this moment, he took a slight breath, and suddenly stabbed the knife into his heart—
There was a squeak.
Blood splashed in mid-air, and that moment seemed to be infinitely extended. The blood red in the eyes is so intense, it seems to have a bone-chilling heat that can burn people's eyes.
It was so painful that I couldn't help but want to cry.
... However, not even a single tear can flow out.