"Wang Chong, come in," his mother's voice sounded, "this is Professor Chen Hongchen, you can call your uncle." ”

Wang Chong looked at the bright decorations around him, and the light reflected from the marble floor made him feel dizzy. It had been a few months since he woke up before he was able to adapt to the light, and as soon as he got used to the light, his mother came to eat with Uncle Chen, saying that he must thank Uncle Chen for saving his life.

To be honest, Wang Chong was very grateful that he was able to survive, but he really didn't want to be grateful to this Uncle Chen who had turned him into this. He can make himself more human, like leaving his nose, not putting a zipper on his mouth or something like that.

Wang Chong didn't believe it at all, and he didn't want to believe it, this Professor Chen really had no choice but to seal a zipper around his mouth. Could it be that he had surgery in the sewing room?

Definitely not. He must just be trying to see the joke. Wang Chong can imagine how his parents begged him to find a way to save his life. So he used his medical skills, which are not necessarily very clever, and when he found that the part of the mouth was difficult to save normally, he took a zipper and sewed it up, anyway, the money had already been taken, and he couldn't go back, right?

So even if he spent so much money and tried his best to survive, what was the use? When he got out of his father's car, Wang Chong wrapped his entire head tightly with a headscarf, hat, mask, and sunglasses, but even so, he could still feel that others were looking at him in a strange light. It's not the first time he's been out, but no matter how many times he's out, he can't change it.

"Hello uncle!" Wang Chong tried his best to show respect and gratitude, although it was not audible in his voice at all. Wang Chong took off his sunglasses and hat, unbuttoned his headscarf and mask, and walked in the direction of his mother. It was the first time since the accident that he showed his face in front of anyone other than his parents. But it's not the first time, right? At least when he first sewed his mouth, this Uncle Chen remembered his appearance very well.

Chen Hong is a middle-aged man who is not tall, with his sparse hair standing back and wearing a sweatshirt that doesn't look so professory, and he looks like he is exercising regularly and has a great body. He looked at Wang Chong's face and nodded, as if he was quite satisfied with his work.

Wang Chong was furious all of a sudden, "Why do you want to sew my mouth like this, and cut off my nose?"

As soon as he finished saying this, Wang Chong felt that something was wrong. After all, the person sitting opposite is his savior, no matter how dissatisfied he is, he always has to smile on his face. No matter what, it's someone else who saved themselves.

Unexpectedly, neither Chen Hong nor his mother responded-Wang Chong then remembered that he had no tone to speak, no matter how turbulent his heart was, he still showed that the water was not happy - Chen Hong thought about it for a while, and then gave an answer: "At that time, all the muscles near your mouth have been burned out, if you use ordinary skin grafting, there are no muscles and nerves, you can't control it at all, in that case, it's just a lump of meat blocked in your mouth, and the same is true for your nose." Would you rather have a zipper on your lips or a lump of dead meat?"

Wang Chong thought about it, it was better to zip it.

"What about the nose? it doesn't matter if you have a lump of flesh on your nose. Wang Chong said.

"If you're covered in carrion and have a zipper around your mouth, do you want your nose to look like Voldemort or a clown?" Professor Chan said.

"That'...... It's still Voldemort. Wang Chong sat down stupidly.

"Son, Professor Chen always has a reason to do things," the mother spoke, "you can't cut it off even though you can have a skin graft, right?" Professor Chen has done the best choice for you. ”

"Oh. Wang Chong hung his head, he had nothing to say.

"It's normal," Professor Chen said, "to be honest, I admire Xiao Chong, and it's absolutely commendable that he can have the courage to accept such a look at a young age." ”

What can I do if I don't accept it. Wang Chong thought.

"Yes, our Xiao Chong is really rare. Mother also praised Wang Chong.

Since the accident, my mother has put down all her work and social activities, even the dance party that she used to like to attend with her sisters, and she talked to him at home every day and played games with him - the family dropped out of school early after the fire, and after the recovery, Wang Chong could not go to the street in such a appearance, and video games became the only thing that could make him forget his troubles. Although he played badly, he had to rely on his mother who was playing almost for the first time every time.

In fact, he stopped contacting all his classmates, and he changed his phone and QQ, not wanting his old classmates to see what he was like now.

They all thought that my death with Fat Ding was the best thing for me and for them. Wang Chong thought.

When he thinks of Fat Ding, Wang Chong thinks of his parents. Fat Ding's parents are vendors who run a small business in a shopping mall, and although they have no problem with living and slightly larger expenses, they can never afford too high medical expenses. Wang Chong would wonder if the money his mother paid Uncle Chen would be 10 million? Indeed, to save a life of that magnitude, no amount of payment is too much.

So Fat Ding just died. Wang Chong thought. Because there is no money. It's not that there is no money, it's that there isn't enough money. Fat Ding's parents may be able to borrow enough to raise 1 million, but they can never make up 10 million, let alone more than 10 million. But what if Professor Chen asks for 100 million? Parents may sell the company and barely be able to afford it, but what if it is 10 billion? Everyone says that life is priceless, is life really priceless?

Wang Chong thought that if the price was 10 billion, even his parents would not be able to make it up. Then the next thing they have to do is to watch their son die, just like Fat Ding's parents. So at the end of the day, life has a price. Life is priceless, just because you can't afford it.

"Son," the mother waved her hand in front of Wang Chong, "what's wrong with you?"

Wang Chong came back to his senses, "It's nothing. He remembered the wine bar he had been to with his father before, and when he saw the cup in front of him, he stood up and toasted Chen Hong—even though his cup was filled with a drink—"Uncle Chen, thank you for saving me." ”

"Ouch...... You see," Mom obviously didn't expect Wang Chong to do this, and was a little flustered for a while, "Look at this child, he learned from his father, and he ...... at such a young age."

"It's okay, it's okay," Chen Hong stood up, raised his glass and said, "People have to grow up after all." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Chen. Wang Chong wanted to drink the drink in the cup, but finally found a straw.

Chen Hong looked at the child with interest.

"Xiao Chong, do you know why I want to save you?" Professor Chen asked suddenly.

"Of course it'......" Wang Chong was stunned, didn't his parents pay?

"Of course, it's because I have a good relationship with my parents. Wang Chong said.

"Hahaha. Chen Hong smiled, "That's right." ”

//

In between his mother getting up and going to the toilet, Chen Hong suddenly asked Wang Chong the same question again: "Do you know why I want to save you?"

Wang Chong looked at Chen Hong, and under his gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of eyes were staring at him.

Wang Chong felt that the reason why Chen Hong asked again was to ask him to say his truest thoughts. If he answers some more yes and no, it may not be a good thing for both parties. The main reason is that the other party's gaze is scared of him.

"Mom gave a lot of money. ”

"Hahaha......" Chen Hong laughed loudly. The mother, who had just come out of the toilet, heard the laughter and laughed, "What did my son do again?"

"Your son," Chen Hong said, "is very interesting. ”

He sandwiched a large slice of fish into his mouth.

Wang Chong frowned—of course, in his current state, no one knew that he frowned, or in other words, he didn't have a frown—in short, Wang Chong frowned, he felt that this Professor Chen was not just a doctor with superb medical skills, and he must have a certain purpose in saving himself. Maybe it's not about the money.

So what exactly is it that got my life back?

Wang Chong looked at Uncle Chen, who was happily munching on the fish, chatting with his mother and laughing from time to time. Wang Chong felt that they had both forgotten that there was a monster sitting next to him with no nose and a zipper as a mouth.