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Glass, transparent.

There was glass on all sides, endless white, and the whole room had no temperature, no sound, silence and coldness.

Outside the transparent glass, there were two people, white doctors' uniforms, one holding a blue clipboard in his hand and taking notes, and the dark black ink of the pen had a few words "confined space phobia".

The other person put one hand in his pocket, kept pressing the telescopic ballpoint pen in his hand, pressed it again and again, and the "click" sound was monotonously repeated, staring at the people in the ward.

In the small space, there is only one hospital bed, the silver iron frame is cold under the cold incandescent lamp, the head of the bed is connected to a round handcuff, the chain is connected to the other end and cuffed to a slender wrist, the young man sits on his knees and leans on the head of the bed, the blue and white hospital gown is wide and soft, the handcuffed hand is quietly placed on the side of the bed, the other hand is idle on the knee, the hanging fingers are slender and delicate, the black hair is soft, and the fine bangs between the foreheads are covered down, and the head is bowed and meditated at the moment, and the whole person is silent.

It's like dying.

The man standing outside the room watched for a moment, took two steps forward, and said with a little thought: "It seems that even if the four sides are closed and you can see the outside world, this disease will not necessarily attack......"

When this sentence fell, he raised his hand slightly, his knuckles clasped over the glass, his voice was crisp, a gentle smile rose on his face, and he spoke to the headset hanging in the room next to his ear: "Ye, raise your head, let me see you." ”

The gentle and deep voice came into the confined space, the young man in the room, his fingers moved lightly, slowly raised his head, the shadow gradually rose, the neck line was very beautiful, the neckline of the hospital gown was wide, revealing the collarbone like a shadow, the side face was brushed inch by inch by the incandescent lamp of the dome, the arc was delicate and three-dimensional, with a bit of indistinguishable beauty, the slightly drooping eyelashes slowly lifted, the amber pupils were more transparent than the glass on all sides, but except for the reflection of the faint light of the dome, there was no trace of twists and turns, dark and empty and silent.

The man outside the room put his hands around his chest, smiled lightly, and said to the person who was recording beside him: "Okay, the experiment is over, you can go back first......"

"Dr. Perdon, this kid ...... It's been so long, I have to be sent back to the concentration camp......"

The corner of Po Dong's lips smiled warmly: "Children who don't cry out for pain and are very obedient deserve to be treated differently." ”

"But ......"

The sound of the "click" of the pen suddenly stopped, and Perton turned around, and the smile on the corner of his lips gradually fell: "His resistance is too weak, not good." ”

"That's all you need to say. ”

The glass room is an experimental facility, and it is not equipped with heating, and when Perton pulls the door in, he is cold, and then he looks at the thinly dressed teenager sitting on the bed: "Is it cold?"

The young man tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows were delicate, he glanced at him, but did not speak.

Perdon sighed helplessly: "I'll ask you how your body feels, and report it to me." ”

The voice that opened his mouth was low and unwavering: "Cold." ”

Perdon smiled softly, his expression was a little helpless, his figure was slender, and he took off the doctor's uniform and coat on his body and draped it on the young man's shoulders: "Ye, you have to learn to take the initiative to tell me your physical state, there are some things that I may not be able to detect at the first time, which is not good for your survival." ”

The young man looked calm, as if he had thought for a moment and understood a little. The wrist hanging on the side of the bed flipped and the fingertips pulled the handcuffs, and the metal snapped "click" The sound sounded loudly, Perdon's eyes were stunned, only for a moment, Ye Xiuwen had already taken the ballpoint pen in the pocket of his coat on his shoulder, threw it lightly, the tip of the pen shot straight like a steel nail, stared directly at the ceiling, and went into it very deeply, only revealing a black and gold pen head, and in the next moment, the whole person rose into the air, the speed was extreme, pressed the pen head, dragged it down, landed for a moment, his body shook, slammed down, knelt on one knee, his breathing was a little light, his face was especially without half a twist and turn, the palm of the spread was pale, and he put a slightly cracked ballpoint pen in front of Perdon, his eyes were dark and covered with a layer of invisible pain, and his voice was cold: "Report completed......"

Po Dong was only surprised for a moment, his eyebrows suddenly turned melancholy and mixed with a little helpless regret, he hurriedly walked over, squatted down, wrapped around Ye Xiuwen's thin shoulders and arms, picked him up horizontally, put him on the bed, and then pulled the oxygen mask to cover his mouth and nose, knelt at the head of the bed, and said calmly: "Take a deep breath, take your time......

The oxygen mask was fogged over layer after layer, and the frequency eventually slowed down.

The person in front of him has been testing the medicine for so long, what is the condition of his body, how can he not know, heart and lung failure, full of scars, stomach seems to be completely out of function, and he can hardly digest anything normal.

Even if he tried his best to save this year, he exhausted half of his life's learning, and there was little improvement.

But the problem is more serious than his heart.

There is no reaction to the outside world at all, except for listening to orders, there will be almost no other mood swings, just like a blank sheet of paper that does not understand any feelings and does not have any feelings, does not care about anyone or anything, let alone himself.

Thinking of this, Perdon raised his hand and gently stroked the soft broken hair on the young man's forehead: "You can't do this next time, what can you say to me." ”

Speaking of this, he thought for a moment: "It seems that the drug test has brought some changes to your body......" Then it seemed to think of something, Zhengse looked at the person in front of him, and said cautiously: "Ye, listen well, listen carefully to every word, this matter must not be known to a second person other than me......"

"Answer me. ”

"Yes. ”

Po Dong sighed leisurely, stood up, his long legs were straight and slender, gentle and handsome, his eyes were a little pity, and he smiled gently: "I will try my best to heal your body, but Ye, there are some things that can only be relied on yourself." ”

"A person's heart is not completely closed to avoid harm, but strong enough to protect itself from harm. ”

Seven years ago, the Elvis Medical Center was especially developing, the configuration was far less advanced than it is now, and the medical staff were relatively scarce, and the chances of the child who was used as a test drug were very small, so it was already a miracle that a child like Ye Xiuwen had not died for a long time.

Except for the matter of testing the medicine, he couldn't do anything, and almost gave Ye Xiuwen all the care he could.

Adjust the appropriate diet according to his body and guide him to eat.

In order to guide him to speak and understand the feelings and interactions between people, Ye Xiu would sit on the side and read him some stories, explain and ask questions when he heard the bits and pieces.

Even now.

Po Dong sat in front of the bed, the doctor's hand was always slender and quite beautiful, and at this moment he was holding a mirror in front of Ye Xiuwen, the corners of his lips were lightly hooked, and his voice was soft: "Come, give it a try, ...... like me"

Ye Xiuwen didn't listen to him for the first time, he just turned his head quietly, his delicate side face was facing Pedong, and he looked at the cold and snow-white wall with an indifferent expression.

Perdon's fingers were lightly grinded, feeling a little surprised and a little funny, just about to speak, the door behind him was slammed open, and someone came to speak urgently: "Perton, Deacon Left of the Dark Temple was shot and shocked, and he was just sent over, and he was about to undergo surgery......"

It was already shocking that the situation was quite serious, Po Dong frowned, immediately got up, walked a few steps, and leisurely turned around and stuffed the mirror in his hand into Ye Xiuwen's hand: "You must practice, I will come back to see ......"

This sentence fell and rushed out of the door in a hurry.

It was already shocking that the situation was quite serious, Po Dong frowned, immediately got up, walked a few steps, and leisurely turned around and stuffed the mirror in his hand into Ye Xiuwen's hand: "You must practice, I will come back to see ......"

This sentence fell and rushed out of the door urgently, and only saw a white back walking away through the glass.

Ye Xiuwen sat quietly on the hospital bed, like a finely crafted white porcelain statue, staring at the past for a long time, and his eyelashes lifted indifferently and ruthlessly.

The glass door was immediately pushed open, and the nurse held the report in her hand, and her voice was as formulaic as ever: "35, come out and test the medicine......"

At the Elvis Medical Center, day and night, the incandescent lights are as bright as ever, like a layer of frost brushing through the corridors on all sides.

The process of testing the medicine is always very slow, the wrists and ankles are buckled at the foot of the square bed, and various instruments are connected to the body, and the dripping sound is empty and repeated, no matter what the pain of the person on the hospital bed is, the medical staff standing on the side just keep their eyes calm and carefully record all kinds of data, and sometimes discuss and analyze.

The child in front of him is the best experimental subject, never noisy, not even struggling, just like now, the trial drug is the latest C14 developed for the dark temple torture, this drug can stimulate the heart nerves to cause deep pain, the last test to the fifth before he could record the data and bite his tongue to commit suicide, but the young man who had just taken the sixth C14 in front of him, even if his body trembled slightly, the black hair on his temples was wet with sweat, his face was dark white, in the end, he just turned his head lightly, his eyelashes were closed, except for breathing a little heavier, he did not say a word*。

It really gives people a good working environment and will not be distracted.

However, there was still some dissatisfaction, and the sound of quarrels and reprimands came from time to time at the door of the operating room next door, and the person who spoke seemed to be very angry and his tone was serious.

"It's just a shot in the lungs, why can't it be saved?"

"Aren't you the chief physician of the medical center? Is it just a little ability? At other times, a shot in the heart can save life, why did Deacon Zuo die suddenly during the operation?"

The nurses in the testing room inevitably had some worried expressions on their faces.

The doctor who recorded on the side frowned slightly, and muttered unconsciously: "The last time this happened, the treatment was wrong, the people in the dark temple died, and the attending doctor was directly collapsed...... Dr. Perdon ......"

"Hmmm......"

Before he finished speaking, a suppressed and hoarse * sounded in his ears.

The doctor was instantly attracted to all his attention, leaned over and looked down at the young man, and got very close: "How is it?

The face that was close at hand seemed to rise up a layer of misty water vapor because of the slight sweat, and it was so beautiful that it was as beautiful as a misty mist, but when the pair of amber eyes slowly opened, it was empty and unfocused, but it was like a cold light running through, making people feel cold, and the whole picture seemed to be condensed, only the hoarse voice spit out by the young man was very clear: "I want to die......"

These two words, as if talking about themselves, are more like a threat.

The doctor on the side of the bed only felt a thin layer of sweat on his back.

Of course, no one would be willing to let such a beautiful and well-behaved thing be broken and passed away.

So immediately raise your hand: "Inject the antidote, ...... quickly"

The medicine was pushed into the wrist, the shackles of the hands and feet were immediately untied, and the thin and thin body on the bed was picked up horizontally, put in a wheelchair, and pushed out.

Outside the door, the quarrel and reprimand did not stop for half a minute.

The man in the black suit, with a fierce expression, looked at Perdon, whose wrists were buckled in front of him, vigorously lifted his collar, and glared angrily: "Our dark temple died just because he was shot in the lungs, but he never did! Who sent you? What is the conspiracy?"

Perdon was helpless: "Sir, please calm down, Lord Deacon himself has tuberculosis, and this is not the first time that he has suffered this penetrating injury, and he will die of lung failure during the operation......"

"What impossible, he's always in good health! You're ......."

"Dare, it's okay. ”

At this moment, a slightly old and heavy guttural voice sounded in a low voice.

Dai Rui's eyes immediately narrowed, and his fingers loosened Podong's collar and leaned over: "Godfather." ”

The person sitting in the dark in the corner, dressed in an old British suit, his sideburns were slightly gray, even if he was old, his back was still straight, with a kind of solemnity and coercion that made people breathtak, and his voice was slow: "A chief doctor, since he can't save people, there is no need to live." ”

The doctors and nurses on the left and right all took a step back.

Perdon's gaze was calm, and he looked up straight into the past.

The atmosphere froze, so no one noticed that the wheelchair slowly pushed out of the side test room, the gears slid across the ground, and the sound was extremely soft.

At this moment, the godfather, who symbolizes Elvis's supreme power and rules the Dark Temple, only said with compassion and understatement: "You have broken the sharpest sword in my hand, and such a deep sin allows you to pay for it with your life." ”

As soon as his voice fell, Dai Rui sneered bloodthirsty, and suddenly pointed the gun at Perdon, his fingers clasped deeply.

At this moment, the young man in the wheelchair seemed to be completely prostration, and the young man who was pranayama on his back lifted his eyelashes coldly, his eyes were cold, his body was instantaneous, like a shadow like the wind, and the blue and white hospital gown only drew a blurred silhouette in the air.

Dai Rui only felt a gust of wind whistling, and after many years of reaction instinct, he stepped back sideways, and immediately fixed a face on the cold light of the firearm, the curvature of the side face was cold and hard and exquisite, and the slightly wet bangs moved lightly, revealing a pair of amber eyes that looked like glass dark diamonds, just this glance, his wrist was kicked vigorously, and the young man's body fell to the ground close to his back, and his hand speed was like lightning to take the gun.

It's too fast!

It's not something that one person can do!

Dai Ruiyou was stunned, and instantly felt a chill in the corner of his forehead, and a cold muzzle was pressed against it.

The young man looked directly at the person in the corner calmly, his face was pale, especially with a slight gasp, and his voice was hoarse and indifferent: "Let him go, I can become a sharper sword in your hand." ”

Perdon looked panicked: "Ye!"

The person in the corner smiled and stood up slowly, his face was brushed by the incandescent lamp on the dome, his facial features were profound, and the pressure around his body was cold and low: "It seems to be a very powerful body." ”

Then he smiled kindly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like knife carvings: "Yes." ”

The hand that choked Po Dong was immediately released, Dai Rui smiled coldly, looked at Ye Xiuwen, and gave an order: "Take it away." ”

The godfather was in great shape, walking slowly at the forefront, and a large number of men in black followed and retreated.

Perton stood in place, his heart aching, staring blankly.

I only saw the young man walking at the end of the line, the blue hospital gown was wide, the back was thin, and it was very eye-catching in the black, and even barefoot, with his toes falling on the cold floor, walking away step by step.