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For a while, he seemed to forget that there was another person behind him.

Ye Que saw a hand-to-hand combat drama of Hongguoguo, looked at the human specimens in the cultivation tank, and then looked at the three people twisted together in an indecent posture on the ground, and strode over.

Carrying a researcher's collar, he threw it casually like a rag bag, and the researcher didn't even have a chance to scream, and after completing a graceful parabola, he smashed into a pile of bottles and cans, expecting some reaction, but there was no response for a long time.

The other researcher didn't pay much attention to his companion's departure, but only kept the teenager's legs in place. Don't dare to be careless, just a pair of shoes off the foot caused him a lot of trouble, from which snow-white hanging printed with many dense footprints can be seen.

Take another step and pick up each other's collars without discrimination, achieving a parabola at once.

This time it wasn't far away, his head just smashed through a glass trough where the specimen was kept, and the sharp glass that remained on the trough pierced through his throat.

He knelt like this, bowing his head in front of the specimens, like a devout and repentant believer.

The boy without restraint wanted to struggle to get up, but after trying many times, he still didn't succeed, but he didn't give up, and when he started, he climbed.

Ignoring Ye Que bending down and stretching out a helping hand, he has been crawling slowly on the ground, not far away, but the young man climbed extremely hard, and was so dazzling by a long blood mark stone dragged out of his body.

The palm of his hand gently brushed the cultivation tank, carefully, as if touching a priceless treasure, completely without the tyranny just now, no crying, only silent and non-stop tears.

Staring at the beautiful specimen with red eyes, he held the huge cultivation tank with both hands, and tried to stand up again.

Ye Que beside him also stretched out his hand again, did not refuse, stood very hard, leaned lightly on the cultivation trough, and stared motionlessly at the extremely familiar but long-lasting face in the trough.

There was silence, no noise at all, just the grief of tears falling on the ground, like a cruel crushed heart.

Ye Que stood for a long time, glanced at the specimen silently again, raised his footsteps, and left gently.

"This is my sister." The young man's immature voice sounded, and now it sounded so hoarse, "Her name is Xiaoxue, and she is only 16 years old. ”

The body froze, and the footsteps stopped, and the disappearing footsteps seemed to be extremely willing to listen to such a story.

The young man gently caressed the specimen's delicate face through the transparent cultivation tank, his bloody hands and his expression was very serene, but he did not close his eyes.

A story, but like a fairy tale, but so unpleasant.

Xiaoxue and the boy are a pair of orphans who have been dependent on each other since they were children, because of the hardships of life, the two cherish each other more.

16 Broken Xiaoxue is very beautiful, very lively, very suitable for her age, with all the advantages that a girl has, even if life is hard, but can be defeated by her optimism.

The elder brother, who is two or three years older than Xiaoxue, has taken on the burden of raising his sister since he was a child, and in the eyes of many people, he is a very responsible little adult.

The life of the two is hard but full of happiness, and the son is also getting better and better with the joint efforts of the two, which may be the compensation given by God to the two.

But this life didn't last long, Xiaoxue fell ill, very seriously.

After a detailed examination by the hospital, the results were known, and Xiaoxue had kidney failure, chronic kidney failure.

The only way to do this is a kidney transplant, which can be treated conservatively and not to delay the deterioration of kidney function.

For such a major operation, and the subsequent recuperation and rehabilitation, the cost is undoubtedly astronomical, and it is more like a mountain difficult to climb for the two siblings who are living in poverty.

With a feeling of basic desperation, an application for assistance was submitted to this hospital.

The wait was often the most anxious, and for a long time, the two almost gave up on that hope altogether. When Xiaoxue said that she would give up treatment and not want to drag her brother down, the young man slapped her hard, "You are my only relative, I will accompany you wherever you go." Xiaoxue cried, and the boy also cried, in a word, it was more like a promise.

Happiness always comes suddenly, and in times of despair, the brother and sister finally ushered in exciting good news.

Through a random selection, Xiaoxue received a charity sponsorship from the hospital, and the whole process of free treatment, including surgery and subsequent recuperation.

It is a very charitable move, which should be hyped up for any company to promote the hospital's brand, but the hospital has not done so, and every time the patient has been charitably assisted and has refused to disclose the patient's privacy. As a result, many people began to express suspicion that there was such an activity, but did not know whether it was carried out or not. The hospital didn't take care of it, and it was still my own way.

I went to the hospital and underwent a series of preoperative examinations, but I came to a bad conclusion.

Xiaoxue's physique is very special, and the general **** is not suitable for her, unless she can find a suitable match, otherwise waiting for Xiaoxue's result is the same as not entering the hospital.

The teenagers who learned the news were almost crazy, and the opportunity they had finally looked forward to was just a flash in the pan.

Looking at Xiaoxue's thin face, the young man's heart was like a knife, and he suddenly remembered the fact that he and Xiaoxue were brothers and sisters.

After inspection, the juvenile fully met the requirements.

The boy became Xiaoxue's ****.

The operation was held as scheduled, but the teenager found that his body could not recover at all, and he was forced to undergo many inexplicable examinations and surgeries.

That's all, not allowing to visit his sister or his own forced isolation and imprisonment made the teenager feel a bad premonition.

Through intentional or unintentional confirmation, the organs provided by him were not used for his relatives, but were sold to other recipients by the hospital at a sky-high price.

After failing to resist again and again, even he was the target of the hospital's live experiments, how many healthy organs were artificially removed, the young man didn't know, he could only feel that his whole body had been in pain, and he had always been very weak. Every time he was forcibly sent to this familiar research site, looking at the familiar but unbearable scene, the younger sister of the crane was thought of, and the teenager's heart collapsed.

After several efforts, taking advantage of a small negligence on the part of the researcher, the director came from what happened to Ye Qian.

The story is very bloody and full of pathos, and after listening to it at night, there was no reaction, but there was a sense of unrest in my heart.

Clenched his fist, he could feel the cells of his entire arm vibrating violently, I don't know what the influence was, Ye Que's chest seemed to hold his breath, and he swung his fist out with all his might.

The visible ripples smashed through the room, shattering all the bottles and cans, and all the specimens falling to the ground, as if the whole room had been swept by a typhoon.

It's like venting, it's like anger, but Yeque's expression hasn't changed, and everything is like it hasn't happened at all. The boy and the specimen seem to have never seen it, and the hurtful story seems to have never been heard.

Ye Que didn't care about the result of that punch with all his might, and he didn't care. How much destructive power there is, Ye Que didn't bother to understand, and after throwing a punch, the next second it was as if it didn't happen, except for the prostration of breath, Ye Que didn't look back, and left the room straight.

The mess of the place, the young man sat with his back against the wall, his chest no longer rose and fell, the bandages that were wrapped around him had been broken, revealing hideous wounds, as if they had been dissected, and the wounds spread from his chest to his lower abdomen. The wound had cracked, revealing a fresh tenderness

The flesh and skin are extremely painful just to look at.

There were still tears on his face, but there was a quiet smile, because Xiaoxue was in his arms, he was hugged tightly, so he sat back, there was no noise, no noise, a pair of brothers and sisters sat quietly.

The Futaba door closed, leaving a separate space for the brother and sister who had not seen each other for a long time to get together, and perhaps, the specimens of this place with a not very bright origin could only accompany them on their last journey.

Ye Que didn't look back, the past was gone, and he walked away directly.

Forward, once again was a large and spacious room, leaving a passage for the rest of the room to be separated into several small rooms.

Passing by at night, I glanced at it casually, and it was a small operating room, which was fully equipped and used for large-scale organ transplant operations. There was no one inside, but the surgical instruments were placed in an orderly manner, and they were all prepared, just waiting for the doctor to arrive.

There was no point in stopping, and I walked by quickly, but I was attracted by a few mobile hospital beds in the aisle.

There were only four beds, but each one had people lying on them, firmly in place. I don't know if I'm asleep or in a coma, but I still haven't reacted at all despite the fact that I haven't touched it with my hand.

Underneath each bed was a metal box, which I had seen before, a freezer for storing organs, and it was not hard to tell from the dried blood on it that these boxes had been used in the middle of the hurry.

Looking at the hospital beds, every face on them has been seen at night, and some of them have been patients who have been locked up in those small rooms more than once.

Maybe what awaits them will be the same fate as teenagers...