Xiao Ting's hands are slender and slender, and her skin is as white and delicate as snow, and Xiao Nan's hands are hard and bone-like, because her smooth skin is a healthy wheat color when she plays basketball in the sun all year round. The two hands were clasped tightly in the air, and each other's blood and soul fused with each other through the wounds in the palms of each other......

Suddenly, the door of the ward was kicked open, and the scorching noon sun outside the door instantly illuminated the ward, which had deliberately maintained a dark environment, whether it was Dr. Shi, Xiao Nan or Xiao Ting, they were all so shocked by the strong light that they couldn't open their eyes in an instant.

A middle-aged man with an insulated lunch box in his hand rushed into the ward with a roar like a mad bull, and with a light shoulder stroke, Dr. Shi, who was trying to stop him, slammed his back against the wall of the ward, and the small but delicate hardcover ancient book fell out of his hand and flew down in the corner of the ward.

"Cheng Xiaonan, isn't it enough for you to make my daughter a lifelong disability!" With Lao Qiao's angry roar, he grabbed Xiao Nan and Xiao Ting's arms that were clasped with each other and interlocked with ten fingers and struggled to pull them away, and then pushed Xiao Nan the shoulder. "Get out of here! I'm never allowed to get even a step closer to my daughter!"

At the place where the two hands were suddenly broken, countless tiny blood beads sprayed in the air, Xiao Nan and Xiao Ting still stretched out their arms to each other in vain, but they could no longer hook each other's five fingers.

Xiao Nan's body staggered out of the ward door under Lao Qiao's hard push, until his back hit the blue brick pillar of the European-style cloister, at this time his body was soft as if the bones of his body had been pulled out of the body without a trace of strength, fortunately, Dr. Shi, who was also kicked out of the ward by Lao Qiao, noticed his abnormality in time, and held Xiao Nan's shoulders to prevent him from falling to the ground.

At the same time, the door of the ward was slammed shut, and Xiao Nan's vision gradually became distorted and hazy until it was dark......

"Tingting, what did they do to you?" Lao Qiao dropped the insulated lunch box in his hand and stepped to the hospital bed in a few steps. Xiao Ting hurriedly hid her hands behind her back, but there were still a few drops of red blood on the snow-white sheets.

Dad, I'm fine...... Xiao Ting opened her mouth but couldn't convert the words in her head into sound at all, due to the damage to her brain, she had lost the ability to speak, and could only look at Lao Qiao with her big almond eyes, and shook her head vigorously.

Lao Qiao saw the blood stains on the sheet at a glance, he grabbed Xiao Ting's wrist and turned her bleeding palm up, only to see a vertical wound that ran through the entire palm, still oozing blood, and the flesh of the wound was blurry and couldn't see how deep it was.

Xiao Ting twisted her arm and tried to break free from the wrist that was being held by Lao Qiao. Xiao Nan said that the doctor he found could completely heal my injuries...... She wanted to pass this sentence to Lao Qiao through the gaze of her own eyes, but Lao Qiao obviously failed to understand the meaning in Xiao Ting's eyes.

"Such a deep wound! Cheng Xiaonan's **!" Lao Qiao suddenly picked up Xiaoting's leg and hugged her horizontally. "You stupid boy! Cheng Xiaonan has hurt you so badly, you still don't accept the lesson, look at it, if I don't come back in time, God knows what he will do to you!"

Dad! What are you going to do! Xiao Ting's body suddenly hung in the air, and looked at Lao Qiao in panic, Lao Qiao picked up her slender body without saying anything, and trotted out of the ward door all the way into the old outpatient building, and went straight to the nurse's station in the lobby on the first floor.

"Nurse, nurse, please take a look at my daughter!" said Lao Qiao, panting and hugging Xiaoting, to the nurse who stayed behind at noon. He sits in the office and drives a car all the year round and lacks exercise, even if he is holding his slender and light daughter, he is already a little tired and out of breath after running 100 meters all the way.

The nurse on duty recognized Xiaoting's father and daughter, and sympathized with Xiao Ting, who was in her youth but had to face the cruel fate of high paraplegia, and saw Lao Qiao holding her daughter nervously and breaking in, thinking that something was wrong, and hurriedly ran over to lead Lao Qiao to put Xiaoting on the bed next to her for physical examination.

"What's going on?" the nurse asked, glancing at Xiaoting's face and finding that her ruddy complexion didn't look like something was wrong at all.

"My daughter's hand was cut by a knife! it was so deep that it left blood all over the bed!" Old Qiao said anxiously, and spread out Xiao Ting's palm to show the nurse, and sure enough, Xiao Ting's snow-white and soft palm was wet with uncoagulated blood, which startled the well-informed nurses.

Could it be that this little girl can't think of committing suicide? However, suicide is all about cutting the pulse, and I haven't seen a knife in the palm of her hand in the past? The nurse couldn't figure it out for a while, but she didn't dare to delay for a second in her hand, and quickly took medical utensils such as cotton wool, gauze, and iodophor from the side, and picked up a piece of gauze dipped in water with tweezers to clean the blood on Xiaoting's wound.

Under the repeated wiping of wet gauze, the blood stains on Xiao Ting's palm were gradually cleaned up, and at this time, Lao Qiao and the nurse were shocked to find that the so-called wound did not exist at all, and in the palm of Xiao Ting's hand, there was only a small scar of very light color that extended from the middle finger and ring finger down to the vein, which was difficult to detect if it was not close to it.

"Mr. Qiao, your daughter's palms are not injured......" The nurse threw the bloody gauze into the garbage basket and turned to ask Old Joe. Lao Qiao was also confused, because he remembered very clearly when he first entered the ward, Xiao Ting's hands were still dripping blood at that time, if the wound did not exist, where did the blood come from?

"Tingting, what's going on?" Lao Qiao held his daughter's hand and asked softly, as soon as the words came out, he realized that his daughter was damaged after the car accident because the part of the brain that manages language was damaged, and there was no way to convert what she wanted to say in her head into a voice through her throat, and she completely lost the ability to speak, and it was impossible to tell him what happened in the ward just now. "I'm sorry Tingting, Dad forgot that you have ......"

Xiao Ting looked at Lao Qiao and opened her mouth in vain: "Xiao ............ Xiao Nan ............"

Although her voice was too weak and hoarse, Lao Qiao and the nurse could hear it clearly, this was indeed the voice from Xiao Ting's throat, and it was absolutely infallible! Even Xiao Ting herself was extremely shocked by this, subconsciously covered her lips with her hands, and looked at her father with a pair of round eyes.

"Tingting, you just ...... You just spoke!Tingting, did you know what you just spoke!" After a short silence, Lao Qiao almost jumped up excitedly, he grabbed Xiao Ting's hand and shook it vigorously, the ecstasy on his face was uncontrollable. "Tingting, you try again, give me another word to try!"

"Dad...... Daddy......"

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Compared to the small scar in Xiao Ting's palm that is almost imperceptible, the scar in Xiao Nan's palm is much more hideous, if her soft silk palm is like the Central Plains of Pingchuan, then this undulating scar in the middle of the palm is the Taihang Mountains that separate the two places of Jin and Henan.

How could this girl have a scar on the palm of her hand? Moreover, in the same right hand, although the injury seems to be many times more serious than Tingting's, the direction of the scar is exactly the same, starting between the middle finger and the ring finger and ending before the wrist vein--can it be said to be a coincidence? Why not across the palm, or diagonally? Why not the back of the hand? Or why not the left hand but the right hand?

Lao Qiao stared at Xiao Nan's palm, and his eyebrows, which were not obvious on his forehead, gradually wrinkled into a big pimple. "This scar...... What's going on?" he raised his eyes to look at Xiao Nan's calm eyes, and asked in surprise, "Do you have any special intentions for showing me it?"

"Uncle Qiao, do you believe that there is a way to bring the dead back to life in this world?" Xiao Nan smiled faintly and asked rhetorically. Lao Qiao shook his head: "I don't believe it, how can people come back to life when they die like a lamp goes out? It's just a beautiful fantasy of people in ancient times, and it's too stupid for modern people to believe in this." ”

"Really?" Xiao Nan listened, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly bitter. "Suppose Uncle Qiao has one of the most important people who needs to be treated, and he has begged all the famous doctors in the world to return to heaven, and it just so happens that there is really such a method in the world that can bring the dead back to life and let the terminally ill have dead wood in spring, Uncle Qiao, will you want to give it a try?"

"This ...... Maybe...... I think there's really no way, I'll probably give it a try......" Old Joe's attitude was surprisingly frank: "After all, there is still a chance to try it, no matter how bad the situation is, how bad can it be?"

Xiao Nan nodded: "Yes, no matter how bad the situation is, how bad can it be?" It's naturally worth giving it a try, but Uncle Qiao...... What would you do if you had to pay some price to save your most important people by using this method?"

"It depends on what price you need to pay...... "Since we assume that the most important person to save ourselves is, then as long as the other party can really achieve a thorough treatment, even if it is for me to scatter all my family wealth, I will not hesitate!" After all, money is only something outside the body, and you can earn it again after you spend it, but the life of your relatives is only once, and if you lose it, you will never have ...... again."

"Uncle Qiao said it well......" Xiao Nan nodded again in approval. "However, if the other party wants you to pay the price, it is to ask you for a life for a life, you ...... How do you choose?"

"This ......" Lao Qiao couldn't help but hesitate when he heard it: "One life for another, after all, there will still be someone who dies, it's just a change of object, life and death, it's best to obey God's arrangement......"

"I understand......" Xiao Nan hooked a few strands of hair scattered on his forehead with his little finger and pinned them behind his ears, a pair of deep and melancholy eyes like mountains and deep lakes looked out the window at the unknown place, sighed softly, and said faintly: " Then let's change it, if the price you need to pay is not your life, but let you completely lose your existing identity and social relationships, and become a completely different person from before, even your colleagues and friends, and even your own relatives can't recognize you, if you want to live, you have to start all over again, may I ask Uncle Qiao, do you think this price is worth it?"

"Huh......? What does that mean?" Lao Qiao was a little dazed by what Xiao Nan said just now, how could it be possible to lose his existing identity and social relationships and become another person, and even his relatives can't recognize him?

"I don't think it's a big deal, it's nothing more than a new skin to live again......" Old Qiao smiled slightly and showed a look of indifference: "I am me, no matter what my appearance becomes, my temperament, my intelligence and experience will not change, you see what kind of time-traveling novels you young people like to read, when the protagonist crosses into another person, isn't it also the same to achieve a career? The human body is like a stinky skin, as long as it remains the same here...... Old Joe pointed to his temples with his fingers: "Then even if you become another person, it won't have much impact......

"But Uncle Joe, what if even the gender is changed......? Turning a man into a woman......"