MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 154 Patient Male Doctor X Female (1)

Cen Simiao is ready for the next task.

As a result, I waited for a long time this time, and the system rarely disappeared at this time.

She was in darkness, all around was dark, she could see nothing, and closed her eyes simply.

Suddenly, I felt very tired, and my arms and legs were weak, and my head was groggy.

Cen Simiao frowned, realizing something was wrong, and called the system.

no respond.

She opened her eyelids, and there was still no light around Ding, and she became impatient.

"Where have you been and why not go to the next world? What are you doing?"

Still no one answered her.

In another place, there was still the simple room with a man sitting behind a desk next to it. With his eyes fixed on the front, he turned his head to the side, and reached out to release the button below his neck.

His throat moved.

The picture appeared in mid-air. The slender back of a woman seemed to be anxious. She was walking back and forth, and her mouth was shouting something, her voice was very soft.

Suddenly she turned around, exactly like Cen Simiao. Her eyebrows were charming, her face was thinly angry, and her lips were red. "System, what the **** is going on with you?"

She looks particularly angry.

The man's eyes softened, he raised his chin, leaned on the back of his chair, and raised the corner of his mouth.

The sullen mood in my heart was dissipated.

After the world is over this time, taking away memories is no use. He can still remember what he had experienced with Cen Simiao, and his chest was uncomfortable.

When he woke up, he was almost out of breath.

The mind was full of the scene when Cen Simiao died, and every time he recalled, the nerve in his brain was pulled to the extreme, but for a moment, he was about to collapse.

I can only open the screen world and look at Cen Simiao, the mood eases slightly.

He clasped the table with his fingers, and his eyes were full of obsession and attachment. Cen Simiao became more and more anxious, his face was particularly unsightly. The man shook his head and let the system go to her.

Cen Simiao was quite dissatisfied, and frowned tightly: "What have you been doing? Don't tell me, it's OK to leave me here."

The system is sloppy: "I didn't want you to take a rest. I'm afraid you can't slow it down."

Cen Smiao pursed her lips, raised her arms and rubbed her forehead, and she was really tired: "No, just go on."

The system took out the seeds and said, "You really don't need to? I tell you that if you have something, don't support it, just rest."

Cen Simiao frowned and interrupted.

The system sighed, put the seeds aside, and watched Cen Simiao become more and more impatient, it was silent for a long while, and then asked seriously: "Did you notice anything wrong after going through so many worlds?"

Cen Simiao frowned, her expression paused, and she did not hide it: "Yes."

The system waited for her to say.

Cen Simiao said quietly: "The goal of the strategy is one person, and it feels that it can't be deceived."

The voice was clearly heard in the man's ear. He was breathing short of breath, his heartbeat was very fast, he straightened his lazy spine and stared at Cen Simiao.

Her expression was particularly natural and the system was particularly surprised. She did not expect that she would realize: "Well, don't you tell me?"

Cen Simiao is inexplicable: "What are you doing?"

The system said: "No ... aren't you curious? Haven't you been emotional to him for so long?"

Cen Simiao nodded, of course she was moving, every world was accompanied by him alone, and he did not hate him.

The system paused: "But I didn't see you sad. Every time you leave, even if you are unwilling, you will be fine after a while."

Cen Simiao bent her eyes: "I will see you again in the next world. Why should I be sad?"

The system looked at the question coming from it, and it said, "If the last world is over, will you be sad?"

The system was prepared to hear her say reluctantly.

Cen Simao froze a moment, then said seriously: "I should, I will be very happy."

"This shows that I have completed my task and returned to reality."

The man's eyes tightened.

The system has been stunned: "Do you have a conscience?"

Cen Simiao raised an eyebrow. She likes the goal of the strategy is not false, but now it is not clear whether the goal of the strategy is a person or a bunch of data.

And what the **** is the system doing, talking about the male lead who saved every world, but the result is the same person.

She moved her lips: "In this case, you want me to start to die and live, have to be with the Raiders?"

"I came to complete the mission to live again in reality. It wasn't for the other person's origins to be unclear.

The system was speechless for a long time, and finally uttered a few words: "I think you are very good."

The man was originally going to experience the pain of love, and then reach a state without selfish desires.

As a result, she was now in an uneasy mood, and her mind was full of her.

Instead, she looked away, nothing happened.

The system sighed.

Cen Simiao frowned: "???"

The man turned his lips pale, his eyes were somber, and leaned back against the back of his chair, raising the corners of his mouth and grinning.

He stared at Cen Simao, after a long while, with a mute voice: "That's right, I find it wrong, and deserve it."

Those who stood outside looked at the door, and were especially respectful: "Sir, it's time, and you have to go to the next world."

The man did not answer.

The man said it again and still couldn't get a response. He couldn't help but look up. The man was pursing his lips, his eyes were dark, and his hair was cyanose.

The man was wondering, and was about to speak. The man suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes filled with confusion, and after a moment, he became sober again.

He sank: "Is my memory going to be kept this time?"

The man said softly: "When you enter the next world, the memory will disappear automatically, you need not worry."

The man frowned, his face a bit ugly.

******

The weather in city a was suddenly cold and hot. It was a sunny day yesterday. Many people in the street wore only one single. Today, the temperature suddenly dropped sharply, and it was very cold.

Sitting in the studio, Cen Simiao opened her eyes and heard the door before she could receive the information from the system.

She glanced up. "Come in."

A woman in a professional suit with a folder in her hand and a gentle smile: "The patient you mentioned to me yesterday has arrived. Waiting outside with his parents, will I let him go to the consultation room now? ? "

Cen Simao nodded, looking serious.

The woman was unaware of the difference, and turned away, leaving the documents in her hand. She whispered, "The computer is faulty. There is no way to pass it on. This is his medical record. I copied it."

Cen Smiao had a head in her head, and in the clouds, she answered.

After the woman went out, the system had not yet transmitted the information, Cen Simiao opened the medical record and glanced first.

The patient Song Boyu, 19 years old, had self-closing symptoms for the first two years. The reasons were unknown, he did not communicate with people, and he was even too paranoid about something.

Cen Simiao realized that the original owner was a psychologist. She glanced at her professional attire, her behavior became elegant, and she stepped on the heels to the consultation room.

Twisting the doorknob, she pushed open the door and went in, with a gentle smile on her face, but narrowed her eyes.

A boy sat on the sofa, staring at the roses on the coffee table, outside voices could not disturb him.

The edges and corners of the face are soft, and the fair skin seems translucent under the light. Wearing a pale sweater, she was thin and had long legs.

His expression was indifferent, and his sense of alienation was particularly strong, as if he could not notice others and immersed himself in his world.

Cen Simiao's eyes moved.