Resurrection Empire-Chapter 286 - 129: Farewell to Sun Miao, Parameters Skyrocket, Mutual Shock

Chapter 286: Chapter 129: Farewell to Sun Miao, Parameters Skyrocket, Mutual Shock

In the gym, Ren Zhong, clad in a 50kg weighted training suit, lunged onto the treadmill, adjusting the speed to the max, his legs moving like wind and fire wheels.

Sun Miao stood beside him, fixated on the human body modeling projection.

Sensors were scanning and reading Ren Zhong’s parameters in all directions.

Three hours later, Ren Zhong began devouring food like crazy again.

This time, it was a dozen dishes from a delicious takeout and servings meant for seven people.

Sun Miao shook his head, "It seems you really don’t feel any pain anymore. Alas."

"Sun Bro, what’s with the tone of disappointment? Are you hoping I’ll die in pain?"

"Ha, not quite. I just can’t wrap my head around it."

Ren Zhong patted Sun Miao’s shoulder earnestly, "Sun Bro, in life there are many things one can’t understand. Who can instantly comprehend everything clearly? Taking it one step at a time is the only way."

"True that."

Sun Miao thought for a long time; actually, Ren Zhong also thought for a long time, yet no one still understood why it was like this.

Ren Zhong suspected his anomaly was related to the regular icosahedron in the atomic structure.

Just like the lethal dose of drugs, his regular icosahedron proportion didn’t exceed a certain threshold, unable to resonate and transmit pain nerve signals recognizable by the human body, resulting in no obvious body reaction when the injection became effective.

But this wasn’t Sun Miao’s field; even if said, Sun Bro, who was focused on pseudo-biological sciences, wouldn’t understand, only increasing risks, so he didn’t mention it.

Sun Miao observed for another two hours, confirming Ren Zhong was really perfectly fine, then got up to pack while saying, "Since you’re really okay, I can safely go back now."

Ren Zhong looked at him, "Sun Bro, is this a double entendre?"

"You’re not wrong to interpret it that way. After this, we shouldn’t meet again."

"Yeah, I understand."

Sun Miao: "Take this; I won’t need it anymore."

Sun Miao took out a needle potion from the box, which was the fluorescent green potion he had almost jabbed himself with in desperation when he was about to fight Ren Zhong last time.

"Thanks, Sun Bro. When should I use it?"

"When you’re ready to die."

"Is it expensive?"

Sun Miao showed a pained expression, "Give it back!"

"Sun Bro, like a meat bun hitting a dog, won’t it not return?"

"Damn it."

"Thanks for everything all this time. Sun Bro, you truly are a good person. Actually, when I think about it, I haven’t helped you much; rather, I’ve always owed you. You have been truly kind to me."

"You rascal truly have the nerve. I thought you had no heart. Who knows how much karma I amassed in the first half of my life to meet someone like you. Alright, I’m leaving."

Sun Miao threw the medical box onto his back, shouldering it, turned abruptly, and strode quickly towards the door.

After taking two steps, his body slightly staggered, his right hand instinctively covering his abdomen, his face contorted in pain, with two cold sweat drops dripping from his temple.

But soon he straightened his spine again, his demeanor returning to normal.

Then he pushed the door open without looking back.

Ren Zhong stood by the window, gently pulling apart the curtain, creating a gap, watching the thin figure stride out of the little yard.

At this moment, Sun Miao still looked frail, yet his back appeared so towering.

His steps weren’t fast, yet so resolute.

Ren Zhong wasn’t quite sure about what enemy Sun Miao wished to challenge.

It seemed to be a great dream no less than his own, enough to let him muster the courage to return to that nightmare-filled place, ready to give his life for it.

Defying the harsh reality, daring to face the gore-streaked path.

Ren Zhong vaguely felt the illusion that Sun Miao was about to use his wavering and thin shoulders to ram into a suffocating mountain.

Ren Zhong silently murmured to himself.

Take care.

Sun Miao always spoke in double entendres.

If he hadn’t met me, he wouldn’t have acquired late-stage cancer cells, perhaps could continue being a cheerful, gentle, and easygoing small-town doc with his unique business in Starfire Town, living out the rest of his life peacefully.

But my appearance changed his fate.

Once fired, the arrow can’t be taken back; now, he made his choice.

Gurgle gurgle...

Ren Zhong’s stomach began howling and roaring again.

Fortunately, the second batch of high-absorption nutritional meals arranged by Ju Qingmeng arrived by drone just on time.

Eat! Eat hard! Eat fiercely!

Tonight, Ju Qingmeng came home at nine forty-five, and the exhausted Ren Zhong had already fallen into a deep sleep an hour before on the master bedroom’s large bed.

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