Huo Zongtang couldn't refuse, so he had to bow his head and drink spoonful by spoonful. The soup is mellow, and the fragrance of Chinese medicine makes him warm and comfortable.

"Drink slowly, hot." Aunt Liu quietly watched him drink the soup one bite at a time, with a satisfied expression on her face, as if every mouthful of soup was fragrant to her heart.

Huo Zongtang silently endured her gentle gaze. In his previous life, he was an orphan and had never enjoyed this kind of maternal care, which made him a little unaccustomed, but he was silently moved. "Mom, the soup is delicious, and it seems to have Chinese medicine in it?"

A simple inquiry, but it seemed to touch the sore spot in Aunt Liu's heart, and her eyes quickly dimmed. Yuri ...... Put a little old garden ginseng. ”

A spoonful of soup stopped at Huo Zongtang's mouth, and he looked up in astonishment: "Mom, it's ...... in it The old garden ginseng at home? "The old garden ginseng in this world is an extremely precious tonic for ordinary families, and the patient is in critical condition, and the old garden ginseng can be used to hang a life.

This old garden ginseng, which was used to save his life in an emergency, was actually put in the soup for him to drink?

"Mom, this soup should be given to Dad, he is not well yet, and he can't even get off the ground......

Aunt Liu looked at him and smiled reluctantly: "Zongtang, your dad is fine, he let you drink it!" Lao Yuan ginseng nourishes the brain and replenishes qi and blood, for your illness, it is worth eating! Your ...... Mom and Dad will definitely figure it out! ”

Huo Zongtang's nose was sour, and when the soup reached his mouth, it was completely tasteless. He did not dare to look up, for he was afraid that as soon as he looked up, he would see the barely suppressed tears in the eyes of this poor, thin, senile woman.

His heart has never been softer. A single tear of a mother can overturn his whole world.

So he smiled, smiled brightly, and was very confident. "Mom, I'm going to be fine. Although the doctor said that the disease would cause my brain and body to shrink after three years, he also said that as long as I could go to school to practice literature and martial arts, it was still possible to recover. You don't have to worry, I will definitely be able to enter the True Martial Arts Academy to study! I still have to take the college entrance examination, go to college, and travel the world with you! ”

Aunt Liu also laughed, laughing more ugly than crying. She watched Huo Zongtang finish the soup and forced him to eat all the remaining ginseng dregs, and then got up to leave.

Before leaving in the autumn wind, she glanced back and saw that Huo Zongtang was still standing in the security booth looking at her, and kept waving at her. His security uniform was visibly wide and ill-fitting, like a playful child stealing his father's clothes to wear, and it looked a little funny. But he looked at her with a smile on his face, a maturity and determination that was clearly beyond his years.

However, this qiē made her heart ache like being cut by a knife.

Child, Mom and Dad are sorry for you...... Her thin fists clenched tightly, and a fierce hatred suddenly appeared in her heart.

God, why did you do this to him, he is not yet 18 years old, he is still a child, why should he suffer like this! At the age of 14, he became a vegetative state, fell asleep in a hospital bed for three years, and finally woke up with this Oppenheimer's atrophy - only three years to live!

After three years, his brain and body will slowly shrink, lose some of his normal functions, and then die in pain and despair!

This is my only child, why, to give him such a cruel and cruel fate!

She held back her tears and smiled at Huo Zongtang, turned around and left. The autumn leaves were one after another, and her back trembled in the autumn wind, as if a gust of wind could snatch her soul away.

When his mother walked away, Huo Zongtang withdrew the smile on his face, and his eyes showed a coldness.

Oppenheimer's atrophy -- this is the incurable disease of his body today. This disease is similar to the "ALS" in the previous life, the disease develops to a certain stage, the brain and body will atrophy at the same time, the function will be lost, the patient will slowly become an idiot, lose the ability to move, and finally, like a poor worm, die in the confusion and stupidity and extreme pain of the body.

There is only one person in the world who has contracted this disease and can finally escape the judgment of fate and pick up a life, and that person's name is Hawking.

Different from Hawking in the previous life, Hawking in this world is not a physicist, but a literary master and martial arts master, when he appeared in public ten years ago, he was already a super-first-class figure of the Grand Master Jiudan, and is regarded as one of the few characters in the world today who can impact the realm of Wensheng and Martial Saint.

Can I be like Hawking, get rid of that sad, terrible and pitiful fate, and thus defend the dignity of life?

Woohoo!

There was a sound of dogs barking outside the security booth.

Huo Zongtang opened the door and looked at a stray dog curled up outside the door, covered in peeling fur. The stray dog looked at him with its tongue out, a pleading look in its eyes.

Am I like a dog, begging for mercy and waiting for death, or am I like a warrior, fighting to the last breath of my life on this mortal battlefield?

He put the leftover food scraps on the ground, and the stray dog's eyes lit up, and then he pounced and **** up. After eating, the stray dog stuck out his tongue and licked his mouth, and barked at him flattering......ly.

"From tomorrow onwards, don't come again, go find your own way to live."

Huo Zongtang closed the door coldly.

I will not sit still, I will find my own way to live, even if the hope is slim, I will never give up!

In fact, he is not afraid of death. He is not afraid of the thunder and thunder, he is not afraid of broken bones, as long as he dies well, he will laugh generously and face the sea of swords and fires. He just couldn't accept that he would become an idiot who only knew how to giggle and drool, and then spend the rest of his life in a hospital bed like a disgusting and humble worm.

Although he only has a weak body left, he still has the heart of a strong man!

Whether out of the pride of the strong or out of the dignity of life, he will not allow himself to degenerate into a poor and shameful worm!

At this moment, a strange flow of heat suddenly rose from his dantian, and the blood seemed to be heated, making him all over, and his thin and weak hands and feet seemed to have an inexplicable strength.

"Huh? What is it? ”

In his previous life, he was a martial arts master and knew the functions and operating principles of the human body well. I don't know if it's because of an accident in the process of reincarnation, or because the soul is supported by a body that was once a vegetative person and is now terminally ill, and the memories of the previous life have been lost out of ten**.

But strangely, his amnesia seems to be selective. I remember everything I did in my previous life, but I can't remember the details at all.

Including those literary masterpieces, martial arts classics, martial arts moves, and routines that he is familiar with, he remembers every name clearly, but as long as it involves specific content and details, he can't remember it at all.