Legend has it that the phoenix is reborn from the fire, and every death heralds a new and more powerful beginning, and the immortal bird comes from the fire and returns to the fire.

Nie Chen is not a phoenix, so he almost died this time.

When the ambulance arrived, he was curled up in a pool of blood, unconscious. The Kowloon Club has long since disappeared.

I don't know anything, I don't feel anything.

I didn't even feel the pain, and every part of my body seemed to no longer belong to me.

There was only a wisp of sanity, still floating in his mind, a hoarse cry.

It's the desire to survive.

People who can spend their youth struggling and working hard in a place like Jiangcheng, where they are drunk and dreaming of death, the rich spend a lot of money, and the poor have nothing, and they have a strong desire to survive.

Am I going to die?

In a pitch-black void, Nie Chen was like a piece of immovable dust, floating quietly.

No sound, no light.

I can't feel my body, and I don't even know how to breathe.

Is that what it feels like to be on the verge of death?

He thought.

But I don't want to die!

He shouted as hard as he could, and only he could hear it.

I haven't done a lot of things yet!

Is there anyone rescuing me, hey!

I'll be able to salvage it again!

The Void watched him silently, silently.

Fuck you!

Nie Chen began to curse.

As a person who has been in the gangster for a long time, Nie Chen will certainly not be a humble gentleman, and it is the norm to scold when he opens his mouth.

But despite his dry scolding, no one responded.

He was a little desperate.

Just dead?

What's next?

Do you cross the Nai Ho Bridge into the Yellow Spring?

Go to the hall of Hades, and then go to hell under the leadership of the bull head and horse face?

No, no, no, Lao Tzu has done good deeds all his life, and he should go to heaven.

Which angel will answer? St. Peter or St. Paul?

What is heaven like? Will you meet God? If you pat him on the back, can you become an angel with wings?

Oh, no, this is Shenzhou, everyone believes in Buddhism, and after death, they should go to the Western Heavens. There is no God there, only Nyorai.

After thinking about it for a while, Nie Chen scolded again.

Day, Lao Tzu can't die! Lao Tzu is not convinced!

How many winds and waves have come, how can you die because of a message!

Unwilling, unwilling.

There was still a dead silence all around, like the boundless darkness in a black hole, which was desperate and embarrassing.

Nie Chen began to struggle in vain, trying hard to move his hands and feet, but it was useless, every cell of his body did not move, that feeling, as if your consciousness and body were separated, and consciousness was imprisoned in a confined space that could not move, and could not sense anything.

Under normal circumstances, ordinary people, after exerting their strength, will always give up in the face of desperate darkness, and they will gradually quiet down and wait silently.

As for what to wait for, they don't know either.

Wandering and helpless.

But Nie Chen is different, he is very tenacious.

When his life was at its lowest ebb and most helpless, he never gave up, he was like a cockroach in the dark corner of the city that no one noticed, and his vitality was as strong as the sun.

Only those who have experienced darkness and hardship can understand the preciousness of life, appreciate the beauty of life, and cherish and strive for the arrival of light.

This is something that the flowers that thrive in a greenhouse cannot imagine.

So he tried again and again.

He didn't know how to try, because he hadn't experienced such a situation, so he could only keep shouting, letting his consciousness run rampant, even if he ran into invisible walls on all sides, he worked tirelessly, maintaining his spirit at a level of excitement.

Dissatisfied, dissatisfied, dissatisfied!

Dead open, dead open, dead open!

Lao Tzu is not dead, let Lao Tzu come back to life!

If he could still control his body, he must have punched and kicked him.

In the dark space, consciousness was suppressed to death, and the invisible wall was like a huge air pressure, firmly imprisoning Nie Chen, and the impact of every effort was dissipated in the vast darkness, and there was nowhere to be found.

Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, this life can't be over like this!

He still didn't give up, although he clearly felt that the power of consciousness was getting smaller and weaker, and as time went on, it became more and more obvious.

This situation is indescribable, Nie Chen doesn't know how to describe it in words, what is the power of consciousness? Well, it's probably a bit like smoke.

Nie Chen was a little panicked, is it that the time is almost up? Is it that he will really die soon? Weak to the final end, is it all over?

The unknown ending made him more and more anxious, and his desperate strength became more and more intense, his shouting was hoarse, and he struggled beyond measure.

Finally, the void and solid prohibitions that pressed on the surroundings suddenly cracked open after a crazy and desperate impact.

A white and dazzling light suddenly appeared in the darkness, like a snow-bright searchlight, suddenly shining in the early morning sky.

The light was so bright that Nie Chen couldn't open his eyes, of course, there may be no eyes in his consciousness, anyway, he couldn't see anything, he could only dimly feel that it lit up all of a sudden.

Along with it, a voice appeared in the otherwise silent void.

At first, it was just a faint whisper, but gradually, it grew louder, as if many people were talking together at the same time and in the same space, noisy and harsh.

Suddenly from the silence of the solitary self to the chaotic noise, there was no excess, which made Nie Chen a little confused, he couldn't see what was happening, his eyes were still bright white, only the countless noises that seemed to come from all directions in his ears.

Who's talking?

Nie Chen was excited and scared, shouted hissedly, and wanted to wave his hand.

Under the bright shadowless lamp in the operating room of Jiangcheng People's Hospital, the nurse holding the instrument tray suddenly shook her hand, and the tweezers and knives inside rolled, and there was a chaotic sound.

The doctor, who was busy with a scalpel, was alarmed, glared at her dissatisfied, and reprimanded in a deep voice with a white mask: "Hold it steady, don't shake!"

The nurse also wore a mask and a hood, but her eyes with obvious eyelids were tinged with horror, and she tried her best to stabilize the plate, retreated slightly, and looked at the patient on the operating table with a crying voice.

"He's got his hands!"

Manually?

The doctors and nurses who operated on the patient, who was covered in trauma and severe brain damage, were all stunned.

Not to mention that this patient is in a serious coma, it is impossible for anyone to move under high-dose general anesthesia before surgery.

If this is the case, it is a serious medical malpractice, and the anesthesiologist will have to suffer a lawsuit.

The chief physician of this surgery will also be in trouble.

Suddenly, everyone was not calm, and they all looked at the patient's hand that was exposed outside the blue surgical sheet.

An ordinary hand, slightly fair, with a somewhat slender fingers.

The index finger, as if neurotic, trembled slightly.

Live like a trembling grass.

"Anesthesiologist, add a shot. The experienced chief physician did not hesitate, although beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but it did not hinder his thinking and decision: "Don't stop the operation! Speed up, where are the recipient's eyes?"

"Here it is. A deputy wiped the cold sweat from his face, and while squinting at the anesthesiologist's hurried movements, he opened a portable refrigerated suitcase: "I took it off two hours ago, and it is not contaminated." ”

"Start the transplant!" The chief physician calmly ordered and picked up the equipment: "Don't be affected, the operation continues, this eyeball transplant was bought by the patient's family at a high price, and it must not fail!"

His words were categorical, everyone nodded silently, the chief physician has a reputation, and failure is a disaster for the patient and for him.

After the anesthesiologist sweated and anesthetized again, the trembling finger finally returned to tranquility.