MTL - Heroic Death System-Chapter 235 ΞBacktrack 7

"...At present, our psychotherapeutics have achieved key results, and we are expected to..."

The voice was continually introduced into Lu Xiu’s ear. He raised his head in confusion, and the pupils of the sputum gradually condensed. Everything in front of him was familiar and unfamiliar. The laboratory, researcher, brother Lu Xiuqi, therapeutic agents, and...

Ozawa!

When Lu Xiufan breathed a stagnation, the heart almost stopped beating. Ozawa, who had left him more than a decade ago, actually appeared in front of him.

"what!"

At this moment, a scream rang, and Lu Xiuqi around him suddenly rushed to a researcher, biting his ear, and then broke away from the suppression of others, and took the metal chair to the position where the brain was located.

Lu Xiufan's pupil suddenly shrinks. He will never forget this scene. Every time he thinks, he will regret himself. Why can't he be faster? If he is faster, he can save his Ozawa!

The chair flew past the front, Lu Xiu Fan violently rushed straight, firmly grasping one leg of the metal chair, the whole person was pulled forward by the inertia and took a few steps forward. Although he tried to stop it, the back of the metal chair was still in the back of the brain.

Still snoring, soft down to the ground.

"Ozawa!" Lu Xiufan red eyes, dropped the chair in his hand, quickly rushed to the side of Shang Ke, carefully carried him into his arms, and then used his trembling fingers to check his breath...

Alive, still alive.

Lu Xiufan looked up and gave a sigh of relief, his face showing a relieved expression.

In the lab, there was chaos. Lu Xiufan couldn’t care for the madman who was still mad. He couldn’t walk to the medical room, and told the guard to deal with the aftermath.

Although he did not know why he was born again, he thanked God for his care and gave him a chance to change history. As long as he can save Ozawa, no matter how much he has to pay, he will not hesitate!

[Brain repair... estimated time is three months...]

[Dear host, I am sorry. Since the system must follow the rules of the world, the time and place of each round cannot be accurately located, so it is inevitable that the host will be harmed. Please also forgive me. 】

Yes: : When did you become so polite?

[The advantages of the system are as good as the hair, but the dear host did not find it. 】

Yes: Can you use the idioms first to talk about the advantages?

[Dear host, you are now brain-dead, and the decline in understanding is normal. 】

Acceptable: Take back what I praised you before.

[End of the chat, please enter the elegant sleepy male model, wake up after three months. 】

Although I have always known that the system is not reliable, I still can't think that this time it would be so outrageous.

The system said that the three months do not know which plane is calculated. In short, when he wakes up, it is already three years!

Three months and three years, a difference of ten thousand eight thousand?

Still lying in the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling with ecstasy. Just woke up, the brain is still a little confused, seeing the time displayed on the wall clock, slowly remembering everything in this world.

According to the development of the previous world, now is the third year after his "death", and I don't know how Lu Xiufan is doing, whether the therapeutic agent has been developed successfully.

"Ozawa." In meditation, a slightly suppressed voice came from the side.

I could turn my head and look around. I saw Lu Xiufan walking quickly, kneeling beside the bed, holding his hand tightly, and his eyes were full of excitement and joy that could not be concealed: "You finally woke up."

Still moving the lips, seems to want to say something, but the throat is dry, and there is no sound for the time being.

"Don't worry, take it slowly." Lu Xiufan called the doctor. After a series of tests, tests, and infusion, he finally determined that he could still be clear in consciousness and his mind basically returned to normal.

Lu Xiufan sat on the edge of the bed, quietly gazing at the still sleepy face, years of depression, pain, remorse, at this moment, all turned into satisfaction and Enron...

Three days later, I was already able to sit in a wheelchair and sway freely around the villa. During this period, he also learned from Lu Xifan’s mouth about some major events in the past three years. First of all, the forces of the various parties were smashed by Lu Xiu Fan, and a large number of black sheep were cleaned up. Many large families suffered heavy losses. The emerging forces took the opportunity to rise and are in a critical period of power replacement.

Secondly, the research and development of psychotherapeutic agents has obtained international patents and is exclusively produced and sold by the commercial institutions affiliated to Lujia.

The acceptable brain is also cured under the repair of therapeutic agents, greatly extending the life of the promiser. It is only this kind of medicine that can not completely repair the damaged emotional elements, whether it can regain normal emotional fluctuations, and also have to guard the recovery of the contractor itself.

It is still thought that this is not a problem for himself. He can express his feelings well before he is cured, let alone after heal. But what surprised him was that he could not control his facial muscles.

I blinked at the mirror for a while, and my face was still a cold and calm expression.

How is this going?

When I was wondering, the sound of the system suddenly popped up: [The situation is like this, the seventh nerve of the host is damaged, which is commonly known as the facial nerve. Although the system tries to repair it, it still leaves some small problems. 】

“Is there not a ‘perfect image package?’ What to say ‘no matter what kind of accident, you can show the perfect 360-degree facial expression without a dead end’. Now it’s just that facial nerve damage is not enough?”

[Dear host, do you know what is the normal facial nerve damage? The expression is tense, the eyes are slanting, the teeth are unclear, and the water is flowing. If the image is not perfect, the host can't read it. 】

"Is it so serious that you said it?"

[The system is "slightly" exaggerated, but it is undeniable that the perfect image package plays an important role in maintaining the host image. 】

Yes: "...so, can I only do one facet in the future?"

[Not at all, the perfect image package will continue to repair the damaged nerves of the host. It will last for a year or two, and it will last for seven or eight years. 】

"A year or two and seven or eight years, is the span in the middle a little too big?"

[It can be a good repair. The system returned irresponsibly.

Yes: You are no longer the one I know, although there is no limit to the reality, but the system of seeking truth from facts.

At this moment, Lu Xiufan walked into the room and saw that he was sitting in the window and looking in the mirror. He could not help but ask, "What happened?"

Still shaking his head, saying nothing, then put the mirror on the window sill and turned to look at him.

Lu Xiufan walked behind and was pushing the wheelchair to the house and said: "There is something I want to discuss with you."

Will be able to hold the sofa, give him a pillow, cover the blanket, Lu Xiu Fan said: "Before to prevent someone from harming you, I declared that you have died, and then secretly transferred you here. Now you have Recovery, I need to reassign you an identity."

Lu Xiu Fan looked at Shang Ke, his eyes filled with gentleness: "Ozawa, what do you want to call?"

Shang Ke pulled his hand and wrote the word "尚可" in his hand.

"Good, cocoa..." Lu Xiufan whispered softly and smiled. "Okay, from now on, you are called 'Shangke', not the Yueze of Yuejia, nor the conservative, Shangze. It’s a true free man – it’s OK.”

It’s still shining in the eyes, just as smart as it is in memory.

Lu Xiufan took his face and snorted on his lips: "Coco, wait for you to raise your body, let's go travel?"

Still swaying in the sky, I feel a cool moment in my wrist, looking down, I saw a watch-type camera on my left hand.

"Happy birthday, cocoa."

The picture of the hand-painted cake is one of the regrets of Lu Xiufan’s past life. On July 19th, he remembered this date firmly, and every year after that, he would send him a cake, a sweet, authentic cake.

"Happy birthday, Ze Shao." Fei Lin pushed a big cake into the room, laughing and blessing.

The brow's eyebrows are slightly curved, but although the curvature is small, it can easily feel his joy.

"Cocoa, make a wish." Lu Xiufan helped him to light the candle, a total of eight, plus three years of slumber, still 26 years old this year, "I will help you with whatever wish."

I hope that I can do it for a lifetime.

Suddenly he looked up and stamped a seal on Lu Xiu’s mouth.

Lu Xiufan’s heart was too late to be released, and he saw that he could reach out to Fei Lin.

His face was black and he stopped: "This can't be done." He said, he also cast a warning to his butler.

For the first time, the housekeeper who has always been loyal to his duties, contrary to the wishes of his master, walked to the side of Shangke without fear, and solemnly offered his face.

I can hold him in one hand and take a sip on his face.

Lu Xiufan stared at Feilin, who was miserly looking at his eyes, wondering if he should exercise the rights of his family...

In fact, there is no concept of birthdays. The reason why you will leave a hand-painted cake on your computer is just a whim. He did not know his own "heavy wave" and let Lu Xiu Fan remember for a lifetime.

Of course, being able to have a birthday with a lover is a very happy thing, but I still cherish this intention.

In the evening, I had a hot bath, but I was sitting on the bed and using my computer to organize my photos.

At this moment, Fei Lin walked into the room with a hot drink.

"Ze Shao." He first put the hot drink on the bedside table, and then he said, "There is one thing I want to ask about Ze."

Still can stop the action, turned to look at him and signaled him.

Fei Lin said with a sorrow: "The adults have worked very hard in recent years. They often encounter terrorist attacks. They almost lost their lives several times. They have left many injuries. The doctor told him to take good care and he was delayed. Down. If Ze Shao does not wake up one day, he will not be peaceful for a day. If he goes on this way, the old wounds will sink, and I am afraid it will be difficult to cure. I hope that Ze Shao can persuade him."

Still, his face was so heavy that he shut the computer and let Fei Lin take him to the wheelchair, then pushed him toward Lu Xiufan’s bedroom.

Just walking to the door, I heard a cough that was deliberately depressed.

You can still pout your mouth and push the door straight.

Lu Xiufan raised him alertly, and after seeing it, his expression was stiff.

The usual sight swept across the medicine bottle on the table and the water in his hand.

It is no wonder that these Tianlu Xiu Fan did not have a room with him. He thought that he had already defeated the power of the body and became an innocent man who knew how to abstain from sex. He did not expect that he was really sick, but he still harbored it. Found by him...