In the darkness, Chen Mu raised his head in a daze. After ten minutes, his vision gradually recovered. He took a long breath, stood up, and glanced around. There were cards scattered all over the room.
His eyes swept across the snowflake-like cards, and a sense of accomplishment emerged spontaneously. He didn't expect that he could make so many cards in such a short period of time! These cards are all four-star cards, and if they are put on the market, it will definitely be a terrifyingly sky-high price.
However, although there were many scattered cards, quite a few of them were waste cards that failed to be produced, and he wanted to clean them up now.
How many cards did you make yourself? He didn't know either. He is also curious about how much he has accomplished.
Chen Mu began to sort out the cards that were scattered everywhere, on the floor and on the table.
Just at this time, Ru Qiu came in, seeing the situation, quickly said respectfully: "Sir, leave this kind of work to me!"
Chen Mu's performance these days completely convinced Ru Qiu, she never thought that there would be someone who worked so hard like this. Shouldn't a card maker be able to live a leisurely life with a generous salary? In her opinion, even the teachers who study crazy people in the school are far behind Chen Mulai.
She also finally understood why Chen Mu was not much older than her, but could achieve such an achievement!
She sometimes wondered, among the so-called genius boys she saw, how many of them could do this? No one can do it! Once they have achieved a little, they will only show off their talents everywhere, participate in various salon banquets everywhere, and deal with all kinds of beauties to be complacent.
Even those card makers who are known for their diligence will never give up their lives willingly like Chen Mu.
Making cards like a boss is extremely dangerous. When the sensory consumption is too much, the card maker will feel tired, and in severe cases, there will be a splitting headache, chest tightness and nausea. And what if the perception is exhausted? What will happen? Ru Qiu has never experienced it, and she doesn't know it either. But every card maker will be taught by the teacher when he first started, no matter what, don't exhaust your perception, this will be very dangerous, and may even lead to death.
However, she saw with her own eyes that the boss used up his perception every day to the point that not even a drop was left!
She has been very puzzled in her heart, is it necessary
The situation in all aspects of the base couldn't be better, so there's no need to be so anxious! At such a young age, Ru Qiu has never seen such a foundation created by his own efforts. What is there to be dissatisfied with? She felt that the boss didn't need to work so hard at all. If he didn't have a card, he could just make it slowly. No one urged him to drive him away, and he didn't need to rely on it to make a living.
However, she always found that no matter what time, the boss was very desperate! Like, like he's running out of time.
Chen Mu smiled weakly. Continuously making cards these days, he is like a tight string that has always been broken, but now it suddenly relaxes, and the whole person is a little weak.
Such an expression was quite rare on Chen Mu's face, Ru Qiu stuck out her tongue mischievously, and began to pack the cards.
Chen Mu's body froze suddenly, it hurt! Like being poured into the spine suddenly by molten iron, the sharp pain without warning submerged him like a tide. Before he could react. No, he couldn't react at all, the scene in front of him quickly became blurred, and he seemed to hear Ru Qiu's exclamation!
Darkness, endless darkness.
Chen Mu, who was in a coma, did not completely lose consciousness. He knew that he was in a coma, and his consciousness was quite clear, but this did not improve his situation in any way, and he could not give any instructions to his body. There was no light, no sound, and to make matters worse, he was left with waves of excruciating pain.
He felt as if he was tied to a cross and being burned with a branding iron over and over again! His consciousness is so clear that every bit of pain can be captured with incomparable clarity.
Every second is so long!
If he could yell now, his screams could be heard throughout the base! But, he can't! He couldn't make a sound, couldn't move a finger!
pain! I don't feel anything except pain! Chen Mu is not a weak-willed person, but under the waves of pain, his consciousness became somewhat blurred!
If he could fall into a coma at this time, Chen Mu would definitely choose to pass out.
I don't know how long it has passed. In this world without light and sound, time has no meaning. And Chen Mu was still enduring the most terrifying torture in the world.
His consciousness showed some signs of dismemberment, under the constant stimulation of severe pain, it was precarious. If the severe pain continued like this, his consciousness would eventually collapse due to unbearable, and his most likely result would be to become a vegetable.
Boundless and endless, wave after wave, it is desperate.
However, in this desperate world, Chen Mu did not give up struggling, trying his best to bear the severe pain that hit his consciousness, and at the same time trying to think of a way. He didn't have too many extravagant hopes. Under such circumstances, the only thing he hoped for was to find a way to relieve the severe pain.
As long as the pain is relieved a little—Chen Mu, who was about to collapse from the severe pain, only had this simplest and most basic request.
Consciousness is more wonderful than perception, and this is definitely not a field that Chen Mu can touch. However, Chen Mu, who was driven to a desperate situation, couldn't care less.
Something must be done! Either it works or it doesn't! He can't stand still!
So, Chen Mu began to try to control his consciousness. However, with little success, he doesn't even know what consciousness is, how to control them? However, he has no way out, so he is simply doing everything he can think of and can do.
He began to let himself think about other things, trying to use this trick to distract himself and reduce the pain. However, the severe pain like a stormy sea was not something his small sampan could resist at all. He couldn't calm down his consciousness at all.
Waves of severe pain constantly tore and stirred his consciousness, and he couldn't maintain even a second of peace.
Chen Mu felt that he was not far from collapse. He couldn't explain the reason, but he could feel it strongly.
No, we can't go on like this!
The remaining sliver of reason told him that if he continued like this, he would perish soon.
Since he didn't have time, Chen Mu didn't know how long he had been in a coma. But in his feeling, the time was very long, waves of severe pain continued to tear and hit his consciousness as usual, the problem he was thinking was immediately shattered, and then there was an astonishing sense of severe pain.
Ten thousand? Or a hundred thousand times
have no idea.
But gradually, Chen Mu gradually figured out a little pattern, the severe pain was like waves, wave after wave, but there was a very short and slightly relaxing time period between each wave.
This time period is the only time when it is possible to keep his consciousness quiet. Only in a quiet state can he turn his attention to other things, not the desperate pain.
However, even during that slightly calm time, it was quite difficult to keep myself calm. However, he has no choice, this is the only thing he can do now. As for whether it is right or wrong, you have to try it to know.
fail! fail! still fail...
Chen Mu's determination did not waver at all, on the contrary, he was more determined than before. Although he has not succeeded once so far, the benefits are very obvious. He could feel that his consciousness seemed to have increased a little bit! The sense of danger that was always lingering in my heart seemed to be lessened unconsciously.
He didn't know if it was an illusion or psychological comfort, but it still cheered him up.
"What happened to the boss?" Bagnell looked anxious. He didn't care about training these days, and he came to visit Chen Mu several times almost every day. He hasn't shaved his beard for ten days, and he hasn't had a good rest recently, and his eyes are sunken. How can he still see his usual majesty and momentum
Not only him, Xi Ping also had a worried expression on his face, and he seemed to be much older.
Weah sat silently in the corner, his eyes resting on the unconscious Chen Mu from time to time.
Chen Mu hadn't woken up since he fell into a coma. The muscles on his face twisted from time to time, as if he was enduring great pain.
Su Liucherou pressed her lips tightly, without resting for days, her skin was dull, and her bright red lips lost their former luster. These days, she tried to treat Chen Mu in various ways without sleep, but nothing worked.
"He has entered a deep coma. It is very likely that his body and consciousness have been separated. If..." Her tired voice could not help but be a little sad at this time: "If he cannot wake up from a deep coma, only two possibility."
"Which two possibilities?" Bagnell's voice was hoarse and deep.
"One is the decline of the body mechanism until death. The other..." Su Liuche bit her lips tightly, but two crystal clear tears slid down her pale cheeks uncontrollably. She tried her best to make her voice sound stable, but her trembling voice betrayed her emotions at the moment: "Another possibility...is a vegetable."
Like a thunderbolt from the blue, there was no sound in the huge room. A sense of dizziness hit Xi Ping, his feet went limp, and he couldn't stand anymore, he sat on the ground slumped, his eyes were empty and lifeless.
Weah was taken aback, he stared blankly at Chen Mu, no one knew what he was thinking.
A trace of sadness flashed in Bagnell's eyes, but after all, he had experienced much more storms, and he could still maintain a trace of composure: "Miss Su Liu, what kind of disease does the boss have? If we send him to a bigger Hospital, is there any hope for a cure?"
Bagnell's words were a bit rude, and he clearly did not believe in Su Liu Cherou's medical skills. But Su Liu Cherou didn't mind. Everyone, including herself, hoped that someone could save Chen Mu.
But…
Su Liucherou's tears could no longer be controlled, they flowed down, she covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying. After a while, she gradually controlled her emotions.
"Actually, boss, this is not a disease." Su Liu Cherou, who had vented, had recovered most of her composure. After all, she is a medical card repairer with a relatively strong ability to control emotions.
"It's not a disease?" Bagnell stood up eagerly, his eyes widened: "Could it be someone who killed him?"
Weah's expression turned cold, and he took a step forward, staring at Su Liucherou, waiting for the next sentence, Xi Ping also stood up, looking at Su Liucherou.
Su Liucherou hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the inside story: "There is a very, very thin green silk thread in the boss's body. When he was still in Luoyou City, the boss had it in his body. He once came to me specially I have checked. My teacher and I have studied for a long time, but there is not much breakthrough. This is a very strange plant that can parasitize in the human body. It is thinner than hair and tens of meters long. Now it has been His flesh and blood grow together, and there is no way to draw it out. I haven't found out the origin of this plant, but I suspect that it probably came from Baiyuan Mansion."
Su Liu Cherou's words left Bagnell and Xi Ping stunned.
"Baiyuan Mansion?" Bagnell asked in surprise, and exchanged glances with Xi Ping, which was obviously beyond their expectations.
"Well, I didn't find any records about this plant, but I did find its relative species—Solicum aureus. Generally speaking, the two relative species live in the same domain." Su Liu Cherou spoke very clearly.
Xi Ping slapped his head violently at this time, and said in a broken voice: "I remembered, when I was in Luoyou City, the boss once asked Yang Ye if he could buy golden spot soft liquid fungus. How could the boss be interested in it."
"So, the boss should have had it before he came to Luoyou City?" Bagnell rubbed his chin in thought, and suddenly looked at Weah.
The only one who was with Chen Mu before arriving in Luoyou City was Weah.
Weah shook his head: "I don't know."
"It's pointless to find out when the boss went wrong now. The top priority is how to wake the boss up." Xi Ping pointed to the core of the problem.
"Yes." Bagnell nodded in agreement, and his eyes turned to Su Liu Cherou again: "Miss Su Liu, do you need the golden spot fungus?"
Su Liucherou hesitated for a moment: "I can't guarantee it, but this is the most likely medicine I've found so far to heal the boss."
"Okay, leave this question to us. Old Xi, let's figure it out. I'm not familiar with this stuff." Bagnell said decisively, and he dragged Xi Ping out of the room. Weah glanced at Chen Mu and walked out.