Chapter 121 [Is it worth it?]

I don’t know when, but I only felt a burst of severe pain coming towards me, as if the muscles in my body were torn and pulled. I opened my eyes and was about to struggle when I heard the fat man’s voice extremely serious: “Don’t move!”

I found myself lying in a dim room, under me was a small bed, white sheets, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and a curtain was hanging on the side.

The fat man stood at the end of my bed, squinted his eyes and looked at me. Seeing me wake up, he smiled and said, "How is it?"

I shivered my lips and used all my strength to bite out a word:

"pain!"

"It hurts right." The fat man sighed and then said loudly: "I haven't been in yet! This kid is almost finished!"

The curtain was lifted, and a bald man walked in outside. He was about forties, with a face full of flesh and sleeves rolled up. His white jacket was a little dirty and didn't know what stains it was. His arms were very strong, his figure was thick, and he looked fierce.

"What blood type are you?" The fierce and bald man glanced at me.

"Type a." I gritted my teeth.

He nodded, then walked outside. I looked at the half-open curtain and saw the man pull out two packets of plasma from the refrigerator and walk in front of me: "There is no type A blood at home, two packs of type O, just use it just by doing. This kid has a good body and should not die."

The fat man glanced at me with a blank expression: "This is a doctor. Now I want to clean your wounds. Don't move."

To be honest, my whole body was trembling. It was a normal reaction of the human muscles in the pain, and I couldn't even control it myself.

I looked at this man weakly... He is a doctor?

Judging from his appearance, he looked so full of flesh and blood. There were more people slaughtering pigs than doctors...

The bald man walked up to me and started taking off my clothes. He took out a pair of scissors and carefully cut off the bloody clothes on my body, then looked at me coldly: "You are so hard in your life. How many times have you been killed?"

My lips were blue and I gritted my teeth and said, "Thirteen Knife."

"Hmph, I remember it very clearly." The bald man grinned and smiled, his smile looked quite ferocious.

"Of course... remember." I gritted my teeth and forced a smile: "I will pay it back in the future!"

Then the bald man took out a small syringe and inserted it into my arm: "Just morphine, relieve your pain."

I was so tired that I felt my body getting colder little by little. My perception gradually left me. Although I tried hard to open my eyes and see the person in front of me, the outline in front of me still blurred bit by bit.

I don’t know whether it was the effect of morphine or the coma caused by excessive blood loss, so I closed my eyes again. My body’s perception began to become slower - this was a little beneficial, at least the pain was not so strong.

I spent the next few hours in a half-coma and half-awake state.

This doctor with a pig-killing look on his face had a pair of very light hands. After cleaning my wounds, he also helped me with blood transfusions... There is actually a blood transfusion device here!

Then he was like a tailor, carefully sewing the thirteen swords on me! I felt like a torn doll. Now it was sewn one by one again.

The fat man stood at the foot of the bed and looked at me, looking at me with my eyes half open and half closed, and smiled and said, "There will be a lot of scars on you from now on, and you can't wear short-sleeved shirts in summer."

I tried hard to squeeze out a smile from my face, but my facial muscles were a little stiff... I felt like I didn't have any strength. I didn't even have the strength to control my facial muscles!

Then the doctor turned me over and lay on my side. I was like a puppet and let him fiddle with me. I almost didn't feel anything. The clothes behind were cut open by scissors. Blood clots in some places. When I pulled the clothes off, I felt very painful. But at this moment, I felt slow and I could only feel my body trembling instinctively for a few times.

"Damn." The doctor stared at my back for a few seconds, then turned to look at the fat man: "I said Dahai... This kid's life is so fucking hard! Look at this back, it's all made into honeycombs! Damn, all flesh is rotten."

The fat man said lightly: "I was shot with a dirt gun. Iron and sand bullets. That thing is not very lethal, but it's a big one. If you don't have a face, you'll be lucky! Don't talk nonsense, clean it up quickly."

The doctor curled his lips: "This job is so meticulous, add more money!"

The fat man didn't say anything, and directly wiped a gold ring from his finger: "I didn't bring much money, you can use this as a recipe."

The doctor took it. His hands were covered with blood. But he put the ring in his mouth and bit it hard, making sure it was not a fake. Then he wiped it on his body and put it in his arms.

Then the doctor took out a small tweezers, put on a lens on his eyes, and spent an hour, tweezing out the iron sand embedded in the flesh on my back piece by piece.

The whole process took a full hour. The morphine medicine on my body gradually faded, and in the end I was so painful that the sweat beads of beans on my forehead kept falling off. The fat man stopped standing, but pressed me hard beside me to prevent me from moving.

This guy is so strong! I pressed my big palms down, but I couldn't move no matter how hard the doctor behind me was still not satisfied: "Don't move! Don't let him move!"

The fat man was sweating and anxious: "I'll fuck you and try it! This kid is very strong!"

Finally, my eyes went dark and I fainted again...

It was already dawn when I woke up. I was wearing bandages on my upper body, and so on my thighs. My body looked like a mummy and my head couldn't even turn.

I woke up from the pain, and people who have never tried it can't understand it! It was obviously wrapped around my body, but my muscles seemed to be whipped constantly by a whip! It twitched one after another, and the pain made my whole body twist like a snake.

The fat man was sitting at the head of my bed smoking. When he saw me waking up, he threw the cigarette butts away. He came up and pressed me down and shouted, "Boy, I know it hurts a lot. You fucking endurance! Don't tear the wound!"

I was in a state of confusion in the pain and cursed randomly: "Horse... let it go! It hurts so much!"

My whole body was sweating like rain. The pain had controlled my entire nervous system.

To be honest, I was crying.

It’s not that I’m weak, but that at this time, the secretion of tear glands is no longer under my control! I just want someone to punch you in the nose, and you will burst into tears after you feel sore! I don’t want to say that I’m crying at this moment, my nose is flowing, my face is dirty, and my tears and sweat are mixed into a ball. The fat man presses me tightly. But the person struggles in extreme pain. The strength is beyond imagination. The fat man is anxious and can’t help but shout: “Old-in-law! Come over! This kid is crazy!”

The doctor's cold voice came from afar: "You are crazy! You have never been injured! I don't know this is a normal reaction! The pain will pass after a while. Just hold him down and don't move."

The fat man looked sweaty: "Give him another shot of morphine."

"It's gone." The doctor said coldly: "You think I'm a big hospital! It would be great if that thing can be done at all."

At first I couldn't help but scream, and my throat became hoarse. The fat man covered my mouth and said sternly: "Don't scream! You want to die!" Then he simply pulled over something and stuffed my mouth.

My body was trembling in pain, and my fingers grabbed the bed sheet tightly. My knuckles were protruding and turned white!

Fortunately, the pain was a long time. After a few minutes, I breathed a little and my body gradually stopped. Seeing that I stopped moving, the fat man let go of his hand, wiped his forehead, and cursed with a smile: "You kid are like a mother calf. I can hardly hold you down."

I still felt pain, and I tried my best to suck the cold air. I couldn't speak. The fat man lit a cigarette and inserted it into my mouth, and said in a deep voice: "Take a mouthful, take a breath, it may be more comfortable."

To be honest, I was like a baby found a pacifier. I bit the cigarette butt in one bite and bit the filter head. I sucked several times. One third of the cigarette was sucked in one breath. The fat man quickly took it away. I sprayed smoke in my mouth, my eyes looked at the ceiling, my body trembled faintly, and I gritted my teeth and didn't say a word...

At this moment, my heart was filled with hatred!

This day was very difficult!

I can't remember how many times I've fallen asleep. But after I fell asleep for a while, I was awakened by pain, and then I struggled. After exhausted, I fell asleep again, and then woke up again after a while.

After this repeated and after spending this day, the fat man was exhausted, but the doctor never intervened anymore. He just came over to check my injuries occasionally. He looked cold, as if I was not a living person in front of him, but a dead pig.

I didn't know the exact time, but the lights in the room turned on and off. Outside the window on one side, the small piece of sky as big as a palm became dark and white, and I realized that another day had passed.

The next afternoon, I finally recovered.

In the words of fat guy, I survived it!

Although my body still hurts, my face turns pale and I can't talk hard, but I basically don't have to press on me. When the pain passes, I can say a few words to the fat man.

The doctor did not show up again, and only Fatty and I were left in the house.

"How do you feel?" He found a chair and sat beside my bed, with his legs raised at the head of the bed, and looked at me while smoking.

I forced a smile: "Thank you! You saved my life!"

He smiled, leaned over and stretched out a thick palm to wipe the snot and sweat from my face, and of course tears.

Then, he suddenly asked me a question.

"Ask a question I asked you the day before yesterday. Now, do you still think this matter is worth it?"
Chapter completed!