bestfiction Chapter 330 The Way to Death
Chapter 330 The Way to Death
Di Wanshu's eyelashes didn't even tremble: "It's easy for you to take Di Wanshu's life. You can do it at any time."
Zhao Ruoming understood the implication of his words.
But it is very difficult for you to take the life of the Minister of Book-Traveling Department.
Zhao Ruoming's heart sank slightly, but his face remained calm. He walked out of the room and said to Dr. Lin, "Just do it."
She wanted to see if Di Wanshu was really going to go through a ten-month plot.
Doctor Lin nodded. Being used to seeing the tragic love stories among the rich and powerful, he was obviously not surprised by this ending at all. He turned around and walked into the room.
Suddenly, the miserable howling of Di Wanshu could be heard in the room, like a wolf being skinned alive. Zhao Ruoming felt his teeth ache just by listening to it.
Zhao Ruoming whispered, "203, go and see how his spiritual body is doing right now."
203 dared to put his tentacles in a little, and after a try, he shook the ball and said, "Although it is a little weak, if the spirits fight, the two of us combined are no match for him."
203 thought for a moment and added, "With Ji Zhao, Francois, 62, and 424, we can barely reach one-third of his level."
"So strong?" Zhao Ruoming was really shocked. "No wonder he could become the minister..."
"This is not surprising." 203 said, "The home planet of Emperor Wanshu originally values spirit and soul, and despises physical strength. Every year, millions of people choose to abandon their bodies and ascend directly to heaven with their souls."
Zhao Ruoming frowned and said, “I saw that Di Wanshu adjusted his body as easily as sewing a rag, and I thought his physical body would be more developed?”
"It is precisely because the body can be repaired at any time that the people on their planet do not value it that much." 203 said, "Host, would you value a pack of toilet paper that can be replaced at any time? That's the reason."
"what--"
Another earth-shattering howl was heard from inside the house. Zhao Ruoming listened to Di Wanshu's scream and exclaimed, "Is Doctor Lin's skill good enough? Old Di sounds like he's about to die. Then again, if it hurts so much, why doesn't he just get himself a new one—"
Zhao Ruoming paused.
and many more.
Zhao Ruoming pushed the door open and looked inside. Di Wanshu on the bed had bent into the shape of a shrimp, like a carp trying to jump out of the water, but was held down by Doctor Lin.
The room was already full of blood, and it looked like a murder scene. Di Wanshu had bitten his lips until they bled, and his entire body was wet as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.
However, even in such pain, Di Wanshu still gritted his teeth and persisted, cooperating with Dr. Lin's actions very well. He would not go west when Dr. Lin told him to go east, and would not stand up when Dr. Lin told him to lie down. If there was a patient selection competition, he would probably be among the top three "patients who listen to doctors the most".
So cooperative?
Zhao Ruoming watched carefully for a long time - Di Wanshu was cooperating with Dr. Lin wholeheartedly, his level of dedication reaching the peak of his life in hundreds of years, and he didn't even notice Zhao Ruoming!
Zhao Ruoming's bright black eyes were sparkling, and no one knew what he was thinking.
This operation, which could definitely be called a medical miracle, lasted two hours. Two hours later, Dr. Lin walked out of the room, looked at Zhao Ruoming, who was leaning against the wall in the corridor with his arms folded, and said sadly, "I'm sorry, I tried my best."
Zhao Ruoming exclaimed, "Dead?"
Doctor Lin nodded solemnly.
"No way? Really dead?" Zhao Ruoming didn't dare to think of such a good thing. Good people don't live long, but evil people live for thousands of years. Di Wanshu must be a ten-thousand-year-old turtle.
Doctor Lin sighed miserably: "Your son... has gone to a beautiful place."
Zhao Ruoming choked: "Then——"
"That lady named Shu'er," said Dr. Lin, who had been tortured into having gender identity disorder by the plot, "also lost too much blood..."
Zhao Ruoming's eyes had turned into dead fish eyes: "Is he dead?"
“That’s not the case.” Doctor Lin’s expression turned excited again. “I have exhausted all my medical skills throughout my life and finally created a miracle of life! Miss Shuer can now be discharged from the hospital!”
After saying that, Dr. Lin pushed open the door and showed Zhao Ruoming the peacefully sleeping face and even breathing of Di Wanshu in the room!
At this moment, Francois also finished the plot of being angry with Feng Liuxue, and went upstairs to see how Zhao Ruoming was doing. Doctor Lin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he jumped in front of Francois with his medicine box, laughing triumphantly: "How is it, Francois! You said that as long as I can save her, I can choose any wine in your wine cellar!"
François had just gone through a life-and-death situation and was feeling refreshed. Upon hearing this, he waved his hand tolerantly to Dr. Lin and told him to move wherever he wanted.
As soon as Dr. Lin left, François let out a "whoosh" and sat down leaning against the wall in the corridor.
The capital was saved, and he felt warm in his heart. Francois finally recovered from the blow of Di Wanshu's medical miracle and said to Zhao Ruoming: "Old Zhao, this time it's all thanks to you."
"Have you finished your storyline?"
"Well, the daytime part is done, and only the night part is left."
"Is that so..." Zhao Ruoming pondered for a moment and said, "Old Fu, go inside and check on Di Wanshu."
Francois felt puzzled. The plot was over, so why was he still reading Di Wanshu? But Zhao Ruoming's request was not a big deal, so he stood up lazily and walked into the house to take a look.
François was frightened at first by the blood all over the floor and bed, but Di Wanshu himself looked fine. Was there anything wrong?
"What's wrong, Lao Zhao?" Francois asked in confusion, "He fell asleep. His breathing was even, and 424 said that he was healthy except for a little excessive blood loss."
"Can you ask 424 to scan it? Are his kidneys still there?"
"Yes." Francois recalled some unforgettable memories, and his expression suddenly turned bad. "Two in total, neatly arranged."
Zhao Ruoming wanted to verify something, so he immediately stepped forward and picked up the unconscious Di Wanshu on the bed, walked to the door of another room, kicked it open, and threw the other person on the bed.
After doing all this, Zhao Ruoming said to the confused Francois, "Please do me a favor. Ask Dr. Lin to come up again."
This is not difficult. Francois immediately pressed the phone and said coldly: "Lin, come upstairs."
After a while, Dr. Lin went upstairs again with his medicine box and uttered the classic line again: "François, do you know what time it is now?"
Zhao Ruoming gestured to Francois to stop talking, and walked forward and said with a smile: "Doctor, can you help me take a look at this patient in the room?"
Doctor Lin impatiently took out a bunch of instruments, pressed a few times on Di Wanshu's body perfunctorily, and said, "It's just a little anemia. Eat some pig liver to replenish it. Is this just worth me going upstairs for?"
Francois: “???” Is that right? Didn’t the old emperor just smear blood all over the floor? Why does Dr. Lin act as if Di Wanshu was just bitten by a mosquito?
Zhao Ruoming said calmly: "Doctor, are you sure? The person on the bed just had surgery, so you should be more careful."
"Oh." Doctor Lin leaned over and looked at Di Wanshu in surprise. "What kind of surgery was it? You're recovering well. Which private clinic did it?"
François was stunned and subconsciously looked at Zhao Ruoming.
Did Dr. Lin have amnesia? Wasn't he the one who performed the surgery on Di Wanshu just now? Why did he turn his back on him?
Francois glanced at Di Wanshu's face again - it was the same face as before! He had never heard that Dr. Lin had face blindness!
Zhao Ruoming raised his lips slightly and stepped forward to shake hands with Dr. Lin: "Dr. Lin's miraculous healing skills are truly admirable."
"No, no." Doctor Lin greeted subconsciously, "You should also pay attention to your wife's health. She can't catch a cold recently, and there are many taboos. You should also go home early to see her."
When did Old Zhao get a wife?
François was completely confused. After sending Dr. Lin away, he and Zhao Ruoming looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Old Zhao, you..."
François was about to ask a question when Di Wanshu in the room suddenly let out a soft hum.
Di Wanshu's long eyelashes trembled and he finally woke up.
Di Wanshu tried to move his fingers. It felt good and they still felt like his own.
Di Wanshu felt his stomach was empty, so he tried to replace his internal organs with a new one. Good, nothing grew back. The strange restriction finally disappeared.
This feeling of being forced to lose control is very uncomfortable. Even if you have a thousand pounds of strength, you can only be trapped in a cage. This feeling is the second most annoying feeling in Di Wanshu's life - the first is being ignored by Zhao Ruoming.
Fortunately, Zhao Ruoming didn't seem to notice anything...
Di Wanshu raised his eyes. Zhao Ruoming was chatting with François and didn't notice that he woke up at all.
This made Di Wanshu feel relieved, but he also felt suffocated again.
What else? What else could catch Zhao Ruoming's attention?
Di Wanshu coughed twice lightly.
Zhao Ruoming was chatting with François and didn't notice.
Di Wanshu coughed heavily twice.
Zhao Ruoming was still chatting with François and didn't notice.
Di Wanshu had no choice but to roll to the side and fell to the ground with a plop.
This time, Zhao Ruoming's attention was finally drawn: "Hey, you're awake?"
"Yeah." Di Wanshu slowly raised his upper body, "Ashu, I want to go home."
Zhao Ruoming said something to Francois, and Di Wanshu could hear it. It was "Don't forget it." Then, Zhao Ruoming walked forward, picked up Di Wanshu, and put him on the wheelchair.
"Old Fu, I'll leave first." Zhao Ruoming instructed, "Don't forget what I just told you."
Francois nodded: "Yeah."
What did they say?
Di Wanshu was pushed downstairs by Zhao Ruoming. When he got downstairs, Zhao Ruoming saw Feng Liuxue kneeling in the middle of the hall from a distance, with a pile of broken plates and bowls under her knees. Zhao Ruoming felt sorry for her when he saw her.
Zhao Ruoming deliberately pushed Di Wanshu past Feng Liuxue, wanting to see the other party's reaction.
Feng Liuxue took a quick glance and saw that the person in the wheelchair was a man, so she looked away without interest. However, her gaze stayed on Fu Dongshu for a while longer.
After leaving the manor, Zhao Ruoming let go of his hand and lowered his eyes to look at Di Wanshu.
"Now, do you know what death is?"
Di Wanshu pursed his lips and said nothing.
He did know what death was, and not only that, he also knew what a life worse than death was.
After the burden was removed, he felt relieved. However, at this moment, feeling his empty and light body, Di Wanshu felt a sense of loss.
It was indeed gone. He had briefly been connected to Zhao Ruoming, but now, everything was gone.
Di Wanshu opened his mouth and said subconsciously: "The connection between us...is gone..."
The expression on Zhao Ruoming's face froze slightly, and the next second, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahahahahahaha... why are you still saying such sad lines!" The way Di Wanshu said this was very similar to my mother X Xiaocao with a sad face, the painting style was extremely inconsistent. Zhao Ruoming really couldn't hold it anymore.
Di Wanshu looked at Zhao Ruoming calmly. Zhao Ruoming was always like this, with a contemptuous and playful attitude towards everything. He was indifferent to his blood, but couldn't help but feel joy at his pain.
How could there be such a cold-blooded person in the world? She could be angry for Ji Zhao and sad for François, but she would never pay any attention to him.
Is not his pain pain? Is not his blood blood?
Perhaps the emotions in Di Wanshu's eyes were too obvious, Zhao Ruoming finally stopped laughing out of mercy.
"Actually, you don't have to be so sad," Zhao Ruoming wiped the tears from his eyes and said cruelly and viciously, "I had a small accident when I was pulling out my hair."
Under Di Wanshu's suddenly cold gaze, Zhao Ruoming said slowly, word by word:
“That hair was accidentally rubbed against my body when I was in contact with Theodore before.
"——It's too painful to pull out your own hair. I just happened to have a stray hair like this, so I just handed it to you."
Zhao Ruoming said briskly, "That's Theodore's hair. You're pretty desperate. I'll tell him for you someday - his good friend Di Hantian's uncle, his mortal enemy Mr. Di Wanshu, will give it to the old Mansfield family even if he has to risk his life -"
A violent hurricane flashed by, and Zhao Ruoming could hardly see what Di Wanshu was doing. The other party had already pounced on her and grabbed Zhao Ruoming's throat!
Di Wanshu's body was hanging in the air, with one hand pinching Zhao Ruoming's neck!
"Zhao Ruoming!" For the first time, Di Wanshu's clear eyes flashed with undisguised murderous intent, "How dare you!"
Zhao Ruoming blinked his eyes. He didn't feel much pressure on his neck. Di Wanshu didn't have much strength. He didn't know if he was weak or if he was restraining his strength. Zhao Ruoming didn't care.
"Yeah. I dare you, what?"
Di Wanshu stared into Zhao Ruoming's eyes with grief and anger, trying to find some emotional fluctuations in them, but he only saw mockery.
The other person's eyes seemed to say, "Huh? Broken defense?"
Suddenly, Di Wanshu loosened his hands abruptly and fell back into the wheelchair!
Zhao Ruoming wiped his neck in disgust, trying to wipe away the cold touch of Di Wanshu's skin.
At the same time, Di Wanshu leaned over in his wheelchair, bent over, and vomited violently!
"vomit!"
There was nothing in Di Wanshu's stomach (no one knew where the bowl of porridge he drank went), and he only vomited some water. Zhao Ruoming looked at him coldly, thinking that he would be fine after vomiting a few times. Unexpectedly, after a few seconds, the other party actually started to vomit blood!
"Is it that serious?" Are you so angry that you're vomiting blood?
Zhao Ruoming burst out laughing. Di Wanshu's grandson's mysophobia was really getting worse.
Di Wanshu vomited a large pool of blood and water, and refreshed his internal organs three times, but the nausea still lingered.
Heavy, disgusting...
"vomit!"
What life! It is but lowly, lowly...
"vomit!"
How dare Zhao Ruoming humiliate him like this!