Ding Bao woke up, and the moment he opened his eyes, he heard bursts of crying in his ears.

The environment in front of her was dim, with a faint blue light flashing in the afterglow, and the sound of the "Dididi" instrument reminded her that this was a hospital.

The cry continued, and Ding Bao frowned.

"What are you crying about?"

Her voice was hoarse and a little weak.

The crying stopped abruptly.

"I didn't cry."

A childish, shrill voice followed.

Bazahei suddenly realized that he had forgotten to change his voice, and hurriedly opened it and changed his voice eagerly.

"Just that...... That's ...... my voice."

"Well, like a."

"Fart, I'm male."

"Oh......"

Ding Bao knew again, and the thing in his mind was really not human.

Bazahei realized that he had said too much, and then he didn't say a word no matter what Ding Bao said.

"What are you crying about?"

Ding Bao was still curious about what this idiot was sad about.

"It makes me happy to say it."

"I didn't cry when I said that."

Bazahei's voice reverted to its previous coldness and flatness.

It won't admit that it was moved to tears by Ding Bao's damn superb acting skills.

At that time, when Ding Bao was covered in blood and dying about his grievances, Bazahei unconsciously remembered his life.

Like Ding Bao, he was locked in this cage in order to survive, and he couldn't have his own thoughts and opinions, so he could only obey the instructions of his superiors and repeat the same things day after day.

Ding Bao's tears can make people feel her despair after countless disappointments and pains, with a trace of reluctance, and the rest is a mortal decision.

Her death deeply stimulated Si Yin, and made him completely realize that it was his own actions that killed Ding Bao little by little.

Love is a drizzle of rain and a murmur of flowing water, let it be, and you can't manipulate each other in the name of love.

Ding Bao's task was as good as before.

The superiors had already noticed her, and they also specifically instructed Baza Hei to increase the dosage of the potion, so as not to remind Ding Bao of anything that had been completed in the world.

Baza Black did so.

Before Ding Bao's next mission begins, it will erase some of her memories.

After that, the only thing Ding Bao could remember was Baza Hei.

——

"Task rewards, a year's medical bills, and two days of awakening, you can do what you want."

Ding Bao felt that this sentence sounded familiar.

She wasted no time thinking about these things, and the first thing she did when she got up was to find her phone.

Ding Bao now lives in a separate ward, in the empty room except for the instruments at her bedside, there are only four whitewashed walls, Ding Bao saw at a glance the bag on the sofa, it was a pink and white Chanel, the dog man gave it, it should be a fake bought for eighty yuan in the vegetable market.

It was one o'clock in the morning, and not long after the nurse on duty left, Ding Bao struggled to sit up from the bed, supported two legs softer than noodles, leaned against the wall, and moved to the sofa little by little.

She had been unconscious for too long.

The muscles of the body have begun to atrophy, especially the two legs, let alone walking, and even crawling is difficult.

Finally touched her bag, Ding Bao was already sweating profusely and panting, she simply lay on the ground and looked at her bag, a bank card, a stack of contracts, three lollipops and an aunt's towel.

There was nothing missing, and Ding Bao took out a spare mobile phone in the mezzanine of the small bag.

The new one she bought was the one she watched being crushed, but fortunately, Ding Bao used to bring a spare machine, this thing has been with her for almost five years, and it takes more than 20 minutes to log in to WeChat, and you can't open the app if you want to watch a movie.

Ding Bao picked the door, he was reluctant to throw it away, and no one wanted to sell it second-hand, so there was no way, so Ding Bao used it as a spare machine.

The floor of the hospital was very cold and cold, Ding Bao only felt that her chest had been numb by ice, she wanted to climb back, but she was exhausted, so she could only lie here and gasp for breath, waiting for the phone to turn on by the way.

After five minutes, the screen finally lit up.

After another two minutes, Ding Bao slid the interface.

Looking at the date, she was in a coma for nearly three months, and there was still a grid on her phone.

More than 30 red signs of missed calls were printed underneath, and more than 100 text messages to be confirmed also jumped out one by one.

Ding Bao glanced at it.

More than half of it was issued by debt collection agencies, and the rest all came from the same person, and the note was: hazardous garbage.

Ding Bao clicked on them one by one.

[The nursing home called and said that you didn't pay for it this month, what's wrong?] What's wrong with you? 】

[Grandma has always said that she wants to see you, you have time to come and see her. 】

[The nursing home is urging again, I still have shortcomings in my hands, if it's convenient for you, just help me pad a little more.] 】

[Last month, it was a total of seven thousand, and I only had two thousand five, can you borrow the rest from me first?] 】

[Ding Bao, aren't you going to help me and Grandma? 】

[I owe almost 10,000 yuan, and the nursing home said that if I don't make up the money next month, I will kick my grandma out, can you bear to watch her old man being kicked out? ] Yes? 】

……

Text messages were sent like a debt collector.

The most recent one was sent last week.

[I went to your house to see it, no one answered when I knocked on the door, Ding Bao, you were picked up and raised by my grandmother, and now that you are developed, are you going to be ungrateful? Ding Bao, you are the same as your sister said, you are not a good thing, a white-eyed wolf, a rotten thing. 】

From beginning to end, you can clearly feel that the other party has gone from pleading to being angry.

Ding Bao deleted all the text messages, and then directly called 50,000 yuan to the company account of the nursing home, remarks: Xu Xiufang's pension fee.

In the past, she used to give the money directly to the old lady's granddaughter, but this time she paid all the money for the whole year.

I looked at the words that finally popped up on the page: the transfer was successful.

Ding Bao turned over on the ground, like a pancake.

"Don't you want to go out of the hospital?"

Baza Hei could see Ding Bao's every move.

It knew who this Xu Xiufang was, and it also knew that Ding Bao's feelings for her were not ordinary.

"No, no."

"You have two days."

"That's not going either."

Those who wanted her to die had not succeeded.

Walking out in her current state, she doesn't have to be hit by a car, and a slight hit by someone can break her bones.

"I'll wait until I'm fully recovered."

"It's going to be a long time coming."

"How long?"

"When you've completed all your tasks, the final reward will be to restore your health."

Ding Bao breathed a long sigh of relief, opened his eyes and quietly looked at the ceiling above his head, motionless.

Although she had only been lying down for a few months, she felt as if she had spent many years in a trance, and subconsciously felt like she was in a different world.

She heard a "click" sound in her head.