MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 57

["Praise peace, but have the power to protect yourself", how many people can only do one of them? 】

Song Bailao seemed to have completely forgotten his words and deeds after drinking, and when he saw me again, there was no change in his face.

But forget it, it's not something worth remembering anyway.

 Who would have thought that a high fever suddenly hit 40°C in the middle of the night would make everyone feel stupid.

Fortunately, Song Bailao found out in time, took me into the car with the quilt, and then flew to the hospital.

"Don't sleep, I'll be at the hospital soon."

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and Song Bailao's face came into view. I had never seen him in such a hurry, it was like I was going to die in the next second.

"It's just a fever..." His palm held my side face, bringing a little coolness, I couldn't help rubbing my hot cheek and let out a comfortable sigh.

I couldn't help but close my eyes, he rubbed the back of my neck hard and woke me up again.

"I said, don't sleep." He gritted his teeth.

I am like this, he is still so fierce, his temper is really bad.

"It's alright..." There was hot air in my breath, I closed my eyes and said, "I can't die."

"You..." He seemed furious, and he had no choice but to repeat over and over again, "It's almost there, just hold on for a while."

I made a vague "um", and felt his hand on my cheek seem to be shaking.

When I got to the hospital, the stretcher bed, the nurse, and the doctor were already waiting outside the door, just waiting to rescue me.

They pushed me through various tests and then sent me to the ward. I vaguely heard Song Bailao's conversation with them, as if he had encountered a difficult problem and had to wait for Luo Mengbai to solve it.

"We have never met, the c20 in his body... Dr. Luo may be able to explain..."

It seems that something is wrong with the c20 in my body?

The fever this time was worse than the last time, I couldn't concentrate at all, and I didn't have time to ask Song Bailao what happened. Eyelids raised and fell, his consciousness was blurred, and in the end, the whole person could only helplessly fall asleep.

Shang Shan is always crowded with luxury cars every day after school. A calm business model and a supercar that pulls the wind can't be said to have everything, but it is also comparable to the average medium and large auto show.

"Look, it's a different omega..."

The two alphas not far in front of them murmured softly, and there was no lack of envy in their words. I looked in their direction and quickly knew who they were talking about.

In front of a smooth fluorescent purple heavy locomotive, the charming and gorgeous long-haired omega was wearing a tight leather jacket, with an all-black helmet tucked under her arm, and opened to the tall alpha who walked out of the school. A beautiful smiling flower.

"Blau..."

Just as she was about to meet her, Song Bailao threw the schoolbag in his hand towards her, stepped directly onto the motorcycle, and put both hands on the handle.

"Come up." He tilted his head and said to the girl behind him.

Song Bailao's lips curled into a smile: "Grab it."

After a piercing roar, the bright purple color disappeared, accompanied by the excited cheers of the girl, attracting the attention of many people.

I stood there, and I didn't look back until the figure could no longer be seen, when I was tapped lightly on the shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

I snapped back to my senses, looked beside me, Zhu Li looked at me with a funny face, and put her hand on my shoulder.

"No." After speaking, he felt that he was too eager, so he hurriedly slowed down, "Let's go brother, I'm hungry."

Zhu Li hugged me and walked forward: "You bring so many snacks every day and still can't get enough?"

My heart skipped a beat and murmured, "Maybe, maybe I've grown a body recently."

Zhu Li didn't say anything else. When he got to Zhu's car, he asked me to get in the car first.

"Unfortunately, I don't like sweets, otherwise I would like Xiaoyu to help me prepare snacks every day."

The moment she bent down and got into the car, Zhu Li sighed softly. I turned to look at him, and he followed into the car and sat beside me with a normal expression on his face, as if the words just now were just my imagination.

At that time, I didn't realize that what he said was actually very obvious, and he just said it casually. In hindsight, it was really creepy. He should have been monitoring my every move from then on. Bar.

When I woke up again, the sunshine outside the window was just right, and the cloudy clouds of the previous days were swept away, showing a rare blue sky.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Song Bailao dozing off beside the bed. He put his hands around his chest and his head a little bit. He was already very sleepy, but he still couldn't sleep on the sofa.

I moved my body and tried to sit up, but I didn't expect the clip on my finger to fall off accidentally, and the machine sounded an alarm, which woke Song Bailao from his drowsiness.

He stood up abruptly, panting to see my situation, his eyes met mine, and he was stunned for a moment, then his face turned blue.

"You get up when you get up, what are you twitching?" He glanced at my fingers, and snapped back the pulse-monitoring clip.

"I'm thirsty."

Song Bailao picked up the water cup on the bedside table and fed it to my mouth, and even inserted a straw for the patient to suck.

I sucked up half a glass of water with the straw, and then spit out the straw, indicating that I had enough.

Song Bailao put the water glass back on the cabinet, leaned over and pressed the call bell.

After a while, a group of doctors and nurses led by Luo Mengbai walked in.

The nurse took my temperature, the doctor asked me how I felt, and Luo Mengbai whispered something to Song Bailao.

"Nothing too special, no headache, no vomiting..."

A young doctor said to his colleague in a tone of amazement: "It's amazing, I've never encountered such a thing..."

What is it?

Did I find something new in this hospital admission? They make me feel so unsure.

I looked at Song Bailao and the others, the two seemed to have finished their discussion, Luo Mengbai walked towards me, sat sideways on the bed, facing me.

She said softly: "The results of this examination show that the c20 virus in your body has not changed significantly. Once the virus ends the incubation period, the number of viruses in the care cells will increase explosively, but this This phenomenon didn't happen to you. They didn't retreat, but they didn't continue to attack. For the time being, it's good news."

Even if I'm not a medical student, I know that c20 is extremely dangerous. Once it breaks out, it is death. I haven't heard that a beta of c20 can escape from the hands of death for so many years. Why did I become Got a special one? Could it be that Luo Mengbai secretly used the special medicine for me?

Maybe the confused expression on my face was too obvious, Luo Mengbai then explained: "We suspect that everything may be related to the child you are carrying, and the antibodies in his body may inhibit the erosion of c20 on you. "

I am more and more surprised: "Has this been the case before?"

"Unheard of. I told you before that it is very difficult to keep a child in this situation. As far as I know, there is no case like yours in the world, even if beta is pregnant. Alpha or omega, fortunately, the child can still live at the age of one month, not so lucky, it can only end in one corpse and two lives."

Her words made me tremble, I swallowed, and before I could say anything, Song Bailao interjected in our conversation dissatisfied.

"Stop talking nonsense and get straight to the point."

Luo Mengbai rolled his eyes silently, and when he faced me, his words became softer: "Immunology is vast, and human beings still know very little. It is theoretically feasible to obtain immune protection through the fetus. It’s just that there has never been such a special child in the history of c20. You are an example, there are specificities, and we can’t simply explain your situation, let alone predict your future. But the unknown sometimes also represents hope, right? ?"

Her eyes were shining, not so much the hope of my life, but the hope of all mankind in me.

c20 It has been a hundred years since it came into the world, and human beings still have no way to take it. Although it only affects the life of beta, the ripples produced by one point are infinite.

Gene mutation, atavism, deformed social evolution and so on all come from this.

The premise is that I can successfully give birth to the child in my body.

c20 The problem is temporarily relieved, but the possible rupture of the fertility sac anytime and anywhere is equally serious.

Luo Mengbai asked me to stay in bed as much as possible for the next three months with a serious face, then turned to Song Bailao and said, "There must be no sexual activity. Cousin, this is very important, please bear with it. "

Song Bailao looked at him coldly with a dark face, and spit out a word: "Go away."

Luo Mengbai shook his head: "Take a good rest, lack of sleep will make you more and more grumpy."

Song Bailao: "Right now."

Luo Mengbai got up with a light cough, waved his hand, and walked away with someone.

Song Bailao walked to the bed, and was about to sit down when a little nurse knocked on the door and leaned in.

"Someone sent a bunch of carnations to Mr. Ning." She raised the red carnation in her hand and said.

Song Bailao raised his eyebrows, walked over to take the flowers from her hand, and found a card from the bouquet.

"I wish you a speedy recovery..." He suddenly changed his face and squeezed the card into his palm.

My intuition is that the person who sends flowers is not so simple. After all, apart from Liang Qiuyang, I really don’t have any friends.

Someone will order flowers to be delivered, which is very strange in itself.

"Zhu Li gave it." Song Bailao stood at the end of the bed holding a bunch of red carnations and asked me, "Do you want it?"

Zhu Li?

He has got everything he wants, why is he still haunted?

As soon as I thought that he might pay attention to me all the time, knowing my every move, I felt a chill down my spine, and I felt as uncomfortable as ants crawling all over my body.

"No." I shook my head.

Song Bailao said nothing, walked to the door with the bouquet, and threw it out.

"Throw it." He didn't know who to talk to.

After a while, he walked back to the bed and sat down, took a wet tissue and wiped his hands thoroughly, as if there was some odious dirt on the bouquet of flowers just now.

"I didn't go to him, he actually had the guts to go to the door first." He slowly threw the wet tissue into the trash can, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a certain number.

"Send the email to Ruan Linghe."

His tone was cold, and there was a trace of frightening evil in his eyebrows, which made me shudder.