Evil Awe-Inspiring

I do n’t know when, I just felt a sudden pain coming towards me, as if all the muscles in the body were torn and pulled, opening my eyes, and hearing the fat man ’s voice was serious when he was struggling: “Do n’t move!”

I found myself lying in a dimly lit room with a small bed underneath, white sheets, the smell of blood in the air, and a curtain hanging on the side.

The fat man stood at the end of my bed and squinted at me. When I woke up, I laughed and said, "How?"

I squeezed my lips and exhausted all my strength to bite out a word:

"pain!"

"It hurts." The fat man sighed, and then said loudly, "You can't come in! You're almost done!"

The curtain opened, and a bald man, about forty years old, walked outside, with a rolled face and rolled up sleeves, and a little grungy white gown. He didn't know what the stain was. The muscles on the arm are very strong, sturdy, and brutal.

"What blood type do you have?" The bald fierce man glanced at me.

"Type A." I gritted my teeth.

He hummed, then went outside, I looked at the half-opened curtain, and saw with my own eyes that the person had pulled out two packs of plasma from the refrigerator and came to me: "There is no type A blood in the house, two packs of O type Make up for it, this kid has a good bone and shouldn't die. "

The fat man glanced blankly: "This is a doctor. Now I want to clean the wound for you. You can't bear to move."

Honestly, my whole body is shaking, that is the normal reaction of the human muscles under pain, and I can't control it myself.

I glanced weakly at this man ... is he a doctor?

Seeing his appearance, his face is full of sturdy meat, and he is more like a pig than a doctor ...

The bald man walked in front of me, started to take off my clothes, took out a pair of scissors and carefully cut off the blood on my body, and then gave me a cold glance: "You are really hard enough, how many swords did you get? "

My lips were all blue, and I gritted my teeth, "Thirteen swords."

"Hum, I remember it very well." The bald man split his mouth and smiled, and that smile looked very stupid.

"Of course ... remember." I gritted my teeth and laughed, "I will go back in the future!"

Then the bald man took out a small syringe and inserted it into my arm: "It's just morphine. Ease your pain."

I was so tired that I felt a little bit cold and my intuition gradually left me. Although I tried desperately to keep my eyes wide open to see the person in front of me, the outline in front of me was still blurred.

I don't know if it was the effect of morphine or the coma caused by excessive blood loss, and I closed my eyes again. Body consciousness is starting to become dull-this is also a little good, at least the pain is not so strong. I spent the next few hours in a semi-conscious and awake state.

The doctor with a face to kill the pig has a pair of light hands, which made sense of my wound. At the same time help me transfusion ... There is actually a set of blood transfusion equipment here!

Then he was like a tailor, and he carefully stitched thirteen wounds on my body! I felt like a ragdoll that had been torn, and now it was stitched together piece by piece.

The fat man stood at the foot of the bed and looked at me. Looking at my eyes half-open and half-closed, I laughed: "You will have a lot of scars in the future. You can't wear short sleeves in summer."

I tried to squeeze a smile from my face, but the muscles in my face were a bit stiff ... I felt like I had no strength at all, not even the strength to control my facial muscles!

Then the doctor turned me over, lying on my side, and I was like a puppet, letting him fiddle with me, and the body felt almost nothing. The clothes behind were cut by scissors. In some places, the blood coagulated, and when I tore my clothes apart, the blood sacks were cracked. It was very painful and painful, but I felt slow at the moment, and I just felt my body instinctively tremble a few times.

"I depend." The doctor glared at my back for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at the fat man: "I said the sea ... this kid is really **** hard! Look at this back, all hit A honeycomb! Damn, a piece of flesh is rotten. "

The fat man said lightly: "I was beaten with a soil gun. Iron grenade bombs, the stuff is not too lethal, but a dozen large pieces, no luck if you don't hit your face! You have less nonsense, so clean up quickly."

The doctor poked his mouth: "This job is meticulous. Add more money!"

The fat man did not speak, and wiped a gold ring directly from his finger: "I didn't bring much money, you take this as a treat."

The doctor took it. His hands were full of blood, but he took the ring and put it in his mouth. He bit it and determined that 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 pair of tweezers, put on a lens on the eye, and spent a full hour on the flesh and flesh that had been beaten on my back, and inlaid those piece by piece. The iron sand tweezers came out.

The whole process took a full hour. The morphine power of my body has gradually subsided. In the end, the sweat on my forehead continued to drop, and the fat man didn't stand. Instead, I held on to me firmly and didn't let me move.

This guy is so powerful! A pair of big palms held me, and I couldn't move, but the doctor behind was not satisfied: "Don't move! Don't **** let him move!"

The fat man was sweating too, anxious: "You try! This kid has a lot of energy!"

Finally, my eyes darkened and I fainted again ...

When I woke up, it was already bright. I wore a bandage on my upper body, as well as my thighs. My body was like a mummy, and my head couldn't turn.

I was awake, it felt like someone who had never tried it could not appreciate it! Obviously all wrapped up, but at the beginning, the muscles seemed to be pumped by a whip! The twitch twitched, and my whole body was twitching like a snake.

The fat man was sitting on the bedside of my bed and smoking. When I woke up, I immediately threw away my cigarette butt. When I came up, I held down one of them and shouted, "I know it hurts, boy. You can bear it! Don't break the wound! "

I was in a state of confusion under pain, and scolded wildly in my mouth: "Forbearance ... forbear a **** bird! It hurts me!"

My body was sweating like rain, and the pain had controlled my entire nervous system.

To be honest, I shed tears.

It's not that I'm weak, but that at this time, the lacrimal glands are no longer under my control! It's as if someone punched your nose, and you will shed tears after you feel sore! I don't talk about tears at this moment, my nose is dripping. With a dirty face, tears, snot and sweat mixed up. Fat man hold me tightly. But people are struggling under extreme pain. The strength is beyond imagination. The fat man is anxious and can't help shouting: "Old-fashioned and old-fashioned! You **** come here! This kid is crazy!"

The doctor's cold voice came from a distance: "Crazy ghost of your mother! You haven't been hurt! I don't know if this is a normal reaction! The pain will pass, you just hold him and don't move."

The fat man sweated, "You give him another shot of morphine."

"It's gone," the doctor said coldly, "you think of me as a big hospital! It would be nice to get a little of that stuff."

I still couldn't help crying, my throat was dumb, and the fat man covered my mouth. Lie said: "Don't call it! You want to die!" Then I just yanked and didn't know what stuff was stuck in my mouth.

I was sore in pain that my fingers caught the sheets and my knuckles were protruding. Blush!

Fortunately, the pain came for a while, a few minutes later. I eased my breath a little bit, and my body gradually stopped. The fat man released my hand, wiped his forehead, and smiled and cursed: "Your kid is like a **** calf, I almost couldn't hold you . "

I still hurt. I breathed in the cold desperately, speechless, the fat man lit a cigarette, stuck it in my mouth, and said in a deep voice, "Maybe take a bite, take a bite, maybe more comfortable."

To be honest, it was as if the baby had found a pacifier. I took a bite of the cigarette **** and blew the filter. I took a few sips, and a cigarette was sucked down by a third, and the fat man quickly took it away. There was smoke in my mouth, my eyes looked at the ceiling, my body trembled, and I bit my teeth without saying a word ...

At this moment, my heart is full of hate!

This day is very difficult!

I can't remember how many times I slept, but I just woke up awake just after I slept, and after a while, I fell asleep after exhaustion, and then woke up again after a while.

Repeatedly, after this day, the fat man was tired enough, but the doctor never intervened. Only occasionally came over to check my injuries. He looked indifferent, as if I was not a living person at all in front of him, but a dead pig.

I do n’t know the exact time, it ’s just that the light in the room is on and off, and outside the window on the other side, a small piece of the sky is black and white, and I know that another day has passed.

In the afternoon of the next day, UU read the book www. uukanshu.com I finally took it easy.

In the words of a fat man, I've survived it!

Although my body still hurts, my face was pale, and my speaking was strenuous, but basically no one pressed me. When the pain passed, I could talk to the fat man.

The doctor didn't show up again, and I and the fat were left in the house.

"How do you feel?" He found a chair and sat next to my bed with his legs tilted over the bed and looked at me while smoking.

I barely smiled: "Thank you! You saved my life!"

He smiled and leaned over to stretch out a thick palm and wiped my nose and sweat, and of course tears.

Then he suddenly spoke coldly and asked me a question.

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

The fat man looked at me with a smile ...