Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

When An Cuo saw the light again, he had been lying in bed for nearly two days.

A head bent down to check the situation. The familiar brown ponytail slid down along the movement. The tip of the braid swept An's nostrils, causing her to almost sneeze.

"Doctor, she's awake!" After confirming that An Cuo was in good condition, Xie Tinghua quickly called behind her.

The white coat came close to An Cuo's hospital bed, and a pair of clear and deep dark eyes met hers.

She gently picked An Tso's eyelids and found no congestion.

"The situation is quite stable," the doctor told Xie Tinghua, "but she can persist for another three months at most. She will have to go to the headquarters to complete the operation no matter what within three months."

Xie Tinghua lifted An Cuo's upper body up a little, and the latter saw people lying on several beds around him.

"In the two days since you passed out, we have recruited a dozen more female members and repelled a wave of attacks on the base. They are all very tired." Xie Tinghua explained to An Cuo.

An Cuo reluctantly moved his lips, and his dry throat struggled to speak: "How many people are coming from the other side?"

Xie Tinghua replied: "It looks like two medium-sized settlements."

I know that the men outside will definitely not be able to sit still.

The movement was a little slower than expected, but the intensity was unprecedentedly intense.

"Those turtle boys really think highly of me." After moistening with two small spoons of warm water, An Cuo's voice was not as dry as before.

After saying that, the two heard the white coat speak again: "It's not that they think highly of you, but the vigilance unique to society. You are trying to break the rules they set and want to have the same combat power and status as them. They Naturally, they will come out in force, just to nip in the cradle the possibility of society’s second sex turning around.”

But it is obvious that in troubled times, there are always consequences that cannot be grasped in time.

The only one who is truly close to having hands and eyes that can reach the sky is Feixue Group.

Not long after the blue-haired doctor arrived at the base, the map on the large screen in the conference room clearly showed how many members of the opposite sex were distributed in different areas.

The areas with more members of the opposite sex are darker, especially the all-male settlements surrounding the Pingqiu base, which are almost black.

It was also the circle closest to the base. Thanks to the efforts of the new members in the past few days to clean it up, no colors representing the opposite sex appeared on it.

The doctor told An Cuo: "What our group requires of you is to gain control of the eastern half of Tianhai City before the next stage of the apocalypse, and to reduce the number of people of the opposite sex around the base as much as possible."

"Then when will the next stage begin?" An Cuo did not agree immediately.

"No one knows," the doctor smiled calmly, "so this is a big bet. Are you willing to bet with me on the future of the eastern half?"

"...When can I have surgery?" An Cuo raised his head suddenly and stared directly into the doctor's dark eyes.

Those eyes are like two pools of ink, filled with the aftertaste of all things in the world. With just one glance, it seems that you can instantly see through the world of mortals and appreciate the vicissitudes of the world.

Another example is the ashes left behind after burning straw. If you push aside the ashes, you may still be able to see a little spark of fire. If you bring in new flammable materials and blow them carefully, they will resume burning wildly after a while.

"If you want, we can leave now," the doctor responded, stroking two handfuls of messy short hair. "I will arrange several teams stationed here. In theory, as long as we make good use of the original conditions of the base, I can hold it."

She smiled softly. If the sun shines through the window and shines on her face, it will become a natural soft light filter.

An Cuo's nose felt inexplicably sour.

Tears blurred his vision without paying attention, and a few drops of water fell down his oval face, soaking the hospital gown with the Feixue Group logo on it.

Xie Tinghua was suddenly at a loss and looked at the doctor with eyes pleading for help.

"It's okay. I'm under too much pressure. It's good to let it out." The doctor put his arm around An Cuo's shoulders familiarly, and the latter leaned against the former, burying his head in the other's chest.

The young man sobbed softly. There was obviously nothing to cover up, but he still suppressed his cries habitually. Only his trembling shoulders told the doctor that this man was not in a calm mood.

The doctor gently patted An Cuo on the back and sang an unknown song. Xie Tinghua was lost in thought and tears filled her eyes unconsciously.

A handkerchief wiped away the hot tears.

Xie Tinghua was startled and saw that the doctor had put Ancuo back in place and tucked the quilt away.

"Sorry, doctor, I just lost my temper." This was what she should do, but she let the doctor do it for her, and she felt apologetic in her heart.

<divclass="contentadv">The doctor smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay. This child is too tired. Let her sleep for two more days. At the worst, I can also help and burn the bugs that carry the germs."

Xie Tinghua was shocked when she heard this.

Yes, she is a doctor. In addition to saving lives, doctors are also good at killing people.

It is much easier to kill a life than to save one.

……

……This is where?

Is the apocalypse over?

The wheat fields are golden and the rice ears are full of pleasant grains.

An Cuo couldn't help but open his eyes wide, eager to take in a whole landscape that he had never seen since he was a child.

Some kind of strange instinct made her particularly cherish the crops waiting to be harvested in the wheat fields. In order not to trample them, she walked forward step by step, carefully pushing aside the plants in front of her with every step she took, and even more carefully. Take a step forward.

After walking an unknown distance, An Cuo saw a woman with her hands behind her back, enjoying the crisp autumn air.

Perhaps noticing someone approaching, the woman turned around.

An Cuo couldn't see the person's face clearly, but subconsciously thought it was her mother.

Her mother's face had long been blurred, but she insisted on opening her arms to her. Her soft murmur was like a whisper, brushing Ancuo's eardrums like feathers:

"Daughter chosen by God, please return to your mother's arms quickly..."

She stood in the wheat field, her smile as bright as the sun.

(No, not a blade of grass grows here.)

She was standing in a wheat field, with golden ears of wheat full of grains.

(No, not a blade of grass grows here.)

She stood in the wheat field, waiting for her daughter to run to her, return to her, return -

(No, not a blade of grass grows here.)

No, that's not right.

The daughter turned her back to her mother.

The chosen daughter rejected the goddess's call and ran in the opposite direction.

She is the chosen one, she is the daughter of the goddess, but she is also human, and she has something she must stick to.

(You are human, a god-killing human.)

(Everything is man-made, miracles cannot be trusted.)

(Be wary of all signs related to God—remember, remember!)

(More importantly, be wary of any red curtains that appear within your field of vision—remember, remember!)

An Cuo woke up suddenly, feeling a chill on his forehead and back.

The vision seemed to be obscured by a layer of red mist, adding a doomsday filter to the peaceful scene in the ward.

She blinked subconsciously.

The red mist disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

The doctor was still wearing his white coat. When he saw her eyes open, he came over and touched her head, and his hands were sweaty.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Her dark eyes were filled with water, like a mother comforting her daughter.

"I... dreamed that someone said to me, 'Daughter chosen by God, return to your mother's arms quickly...'" An Cuo was still in a daze and said in a small voice.

Rather than answering questions, it might be more appropriate to say that she was talking to herself.

"Chosen by God...?" The doctor used the same small voice, first repeating the words that An Cuo had said, and then returned to his usual soft smile, "It is indeed just a nightmare, forget about it."

When I went to the mall and saw the RE fragrance room, I couldn't help but go DIY a second bottle of perfume (the first DIY bottle was made at Xiangyu Salon), and I was tricked into buying an extra bottle of fireless aromatherapy, which cost more than 3 yuan. This goes on_(:　∠)_