"Tell me a bedtime story, do you listen? www.biquge.info"Zuo Ling was lying on his side on the bed, covered with a quilt, revealing only his fair and slender neck and beautiful head, and the green silk was scattered.

Qin Xin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and watching her, smiled: "Aren't the bedtime stories all told by awake people to those who sleep." ”

Zuo Ling glanced at him and whispered, "Do you like to listen or not." ”

Help, don't be so cute.

Qin Xin's heart was like butter being melted by heat, filled with soft emotions like clouds.

After Zuo Ling became a girl, not only did her appearance become more and more feminine, but her personality also seemed to be affected, and the frequency of her poisonous tongue greatly decreased. The "Rin" who had been with her for more than two years before seemed to have been transformed into "Jiao", which made Qin Xin, who had a soft spot for Rin's sister, unable to stop, and always felt like he was poked by the current when he saw Zuo Ling.

"Say it." Qin Xin's tone also softened.

"In the 52nd year of the butterfly calendar, near the First General Hospital of Dijing, there was an abandoned baby." Zuo Ling's head sank into the pillow and whispered, "That abandoned baby is me." ”

Zuo Ling's whisper was because she was tired, and Qin Xin saw her eyebrows furrowed.

"Forget it, I'm not good at talking like that, in the lab you said try to rely on you for some ......"

She paused, and began to recount a story in a calm tone.

"My name is Zuo Ling, 20 years old, and I am an abandoned baby who was found near the First General Hospital of Dijing in the 52nd year of Dieli.

When I was found, most of my skin was swollen and ulcerated, and severe ulcers meant yellowish-white pus, temporarily clotted purple black crusts, and dead tissue, which I was wrapped in: necrotic tissue fluid, necrotic lymphocytes and white blood cells, bacterial metabolites, and germs, mixed together to form a thick fluid that flowed all over my body. A dirty blanket enveloped me and them.

You don't have to show that look of pity that I don't know how to express, I don't remember the sight and the pain, but I just reconstruct the symptoms of Attehule disease in babies based on my knowledge. And I don't think you can empathize. ”

Zuo Ling didn't look at Qin Xin, but she knew how he would react.

"The first case of Atshy's disease appeared in Tessie, named after the physician who discovered it, Eros Atshyer, an authority on Tessie's neuropathology.

The Arterol virus sends false messages to the nervous system, causing immune abnormalities, and living tissues with vascular systems overreact to non-existent 'damage', and even attack the body's own tissues, the obvious symptom is a swelling and ulcer on the surface of the body.

In fact, Athuel's disease is not fatal, it is just troublesome, and there was no effective treatment for it in the medical community before 65 years of the butterfly calendar. Moreover, its symptoms make people feel ugly and disgusting, and people do not have the slightest pity and sympathy for the patient, only disgust and boredom.

People with Atshoea disease resemble a mass of yellowish-white maggots wriggling in pus, so it is not uncommon for children to be abandoned by their biological parents.

I was only one of the 439 children who were abandoned in the 52 years of the butterfly calendar, and there was nothing special about it. The only thing that luckily was that I was adopted.

My adoptive mother, known as the 'Three Feather Crows', came from a prestigious medical family in Sanyu County in the southern part of the empire, graduated from Winter University, and was eventually expelled from the medical community for conducting forbidden experimental research and became an underground researcher in the dark sewage, and one of the strongest black doctors in the dark world of the Imperial Capital.

Her name is Jane Yanzhen, and she is a woman with lofty beliefs and superior wisdom. When Zuo Ling said this name, he naturally showed admiration and nostalgia.

"There's no brutal plot where you imagine crazy researchers using me as fodder for human experiments. The dead bugs in my head chattered about what they revealed for the past few days and were just appearances.

Until I was 12 years old, my mother used sound treatment to keep my symptoms from worsening, to alleviate my suffering, and to educate me comprehensively and systematically. Instead of instilling her values in me, she gave me the freedom to read the works of the sages and sages from the Empire, Tessie, Sakurajima, and other places, and introduced me to many theories of modern anthropology and sociology, hoping that I would be able to think independently about me and the world around me.

She encouraged me to reach out to the outside world and play with my peers. However, even though I wore my mother's specially made protective suit to hide the symptoms of Athuylor syndrome, I was still seen as a monster and alien by outsiders, and the children in the neighborhood shouted 'monsters' and threw stones at me and spat on me.

When I was suffering from Athuele's disease, my mother was the only one who could gaze at me gently with the eyes of ordinary people.

Gradually, I stopped coming into contact with other people, and just stayed in my study and kept learning all kinds of knowledge. I am very smart, and by the age of 12, I have the knowledge and thinking ability to surpass that of ordinary adults, just like the heroine of the novel Saint Ann Mary Sue in which I like it.

Unlike the heroine of the novel, being smart didn't make people like me, but just changed from a monster to a smart monster.

My mother felt that I was equipped to make a choice, and she communicated with me on an equal footing, hoping that I could use it as fodder for human experiments to find a cure for Ardent Huel's disease. She told me all the possible consequences and let me choose freely, and I agreed.

The experiment was successful, and in the 65th year of the butterfly calendar, my mother synthesized a drug that could cure Atti Huel's disease, which restored my normal appearance, and she anonymously released the technology, and Atte Huel's disease was no longer the source of abandonment of babies. ”

Zuo Ling looked up at Qin Xindao, who was about to speak, and said, "I know what you want to say."

Mother is not the kind of selfish person who allows others to sacrifice in order to fulfill her ideals, she never minds using her body as material, but there are some experimental methods that cannot be used on herself. After I had obtained my Imperial Rank 2 Medical Practitioner, my mother suggested to me that I use her as material for my experiments, if I could accept it.

Now do you think she's a complete lunatic? ”

Qin Xin opened his mouth, Zuo Ling ignored him, and continued to say calmly:

"Soldiers who defend themselves against artillery fire on the battlefield are considered heroes, and researchers dedicate themselves to human experiments with mutual acceptance, but it is seen as madness and taboo. Why? Just because the latter sounds very disgusting and ugly? Human beings are constantly harming their bodies: drug addiction, alcohol abuse, ****, addiction to electronic devices and the Internet...... Let the skin wither, internal organs fail, and the bone marrow dry up. So why isn't it understood to exchange a damaged body for a more meaningful outcome to save those in need?

I'm not trying to convince you, just to tell you what I've been through, what I'm thinking.

I don't want to force others to do it without a better material than the human body, so I want to use myself as a material to do my research, and I want to save as many people from disease.

Can I rely on you like this? She whispered.

Zuo Ling closed her eyes and fell asleep quietly in Qin Xin's silence, these words seemed to consume the energy she had, making her as light and pale as a feather.

He listened to her breathing and held his breath.

Three years ago, Zuo Ling's adoptive mother Jian Zheng died of Lao, and she still hoped that Zuo Ling would do what she liked before she died.

"Let me carry my philosophy, and Xiao Ling will also do things that can make him feel happy." She smiled and let go of Zuo Ling's hand.

Jian Yan really didn't expect that her gesture of giving hope and gentleness in the darkness was so dazzling, and her frankness, wisdom, and kindness had already filled the only world that the boy had, making him step by step, towards the beautiful light he first saw.

"Mom." Zuo Ling's sleeping body seemed to move, and he muttered softly.