Time Travel: Conditional Wealth

The night is deep.

As soon as Lu Jinan left He Xi, she regained her painful expression. The menstrual belt under her body was getting wetter and wetter, and she kept feeling a surge in her lower abdomen, accompanied by abdominal pain. Coupled with the weakness caused by the cold, she didn't dare to move herself at all.

He Xi curled up on the kang as if he had accepted his fate, waiting for death to come again.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door. He Xi panicked and tried to get up anxiously. After failing twice in a row, he managed to get up. His voice was a little breathless: "Who is it?"

"It's me. Can you come in?" Lu Jinan's voice was particularly clear in the dark night.

"it is good."

After a while, when Lu Jinan saw He Xi again, he found that her little face was wrinkled and she seemed uncomfortable.

Lu Jinan handed the brown sugar water to He Xi with an expression that said "please praise me first" and said, "Drink it."

"Brown sugar water?" He Xi was a little surprised, "You know this?"

Lu Jinan looked to the side, the tips of his ears slightly red: "My dad...he takes care of my mom like this."

He Xi chuckled: "Only if the original is correct will the copy be correct."

Lu Jinan: "What?"

"I'm praising you."

He Xi took the brown sugar water from his hand and frowned even more tightly when she took a sip.

Putting down the bowl, He Xi protested slightly: "It's too sweet. It's choking. Aren't we being too practical, Boss?"

He felt angry and amused at the same time. He arrogantly tapped He Xi's forehead with his hand and acted like a domineering boss again: "You are so hard to serve. And it is so hard to hear you praise me."

"Too hot or uncomfortable, sweating so much?"

"Go to the clinic? The room smells strongly of blood. Are you sure you won't bleed to death?"

He Xi: “…”

"It's always like this on the first day. My stomach hurts." He Xi glared at him, "You were hoping for my death, and you were bleeding profusely."

Lu Jinan felt a little guilty, so he picked up the bowl and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to say, "Have a good rest and don't touch cold water."

He Xi changed her menstrual belt again and lay down like a lazy fish, waiting for the countdown to end.

Just then, the system's blue control panel popped up, warning: If you don't complete the task, your heart will stop beating.

Two hours countdown.

Time was running out, but He Xi remained unmoved. She really did not have the energy to complete the task.

The control panel kept reminding her relentlessly, but she chose to ignore it.

She began to experience symptoms of chest tightness, shortness of breath, and difficulty breathing.

He Xi lay on the kang and began to breathe deeply, hoping that more air could enter his lungs. His chest felt as heavy as if a huge rock was pressing on it.

One hour countdown.

In addition to difficulty breathing, He Xi also suffered angina pectoris, sudden palpitations, and a drop in blood pressure.

"Oh, that hurts." She curled up into a smaller ball, her facial features wrinkled, cold sweat breaking out on her body, "Can't you just do it quickly?!"

One minute countdown, the time came to 23:59.

He Xi gradually lost consciousness, his aorta pulsation disappeared, and his breathing stopped.

The countdown is over.

He Xi's heart officially stopped beating.

I felt dizzy and my whole body felt even weaker.

As the arrest time prolonged, he fainted and became pale, his eyes became straight, and he even had convulsions. Finally, his skin turned pale and He Xi stopped moving.

Quiet, finally quiet.

He Xi seemed to be relieved.

If there were a heart rate monitor now, her heart rate would definitely be a straight line without any ups and downs.

The messy bedding shows the owner's previous vitality, and the remaining warmth shows how lifelike she was before.

The cold moonlight shone on her body, but the girl did not move, and her chest did not rise or fall.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but suddenly a familiar yet unfamiliar warm air was injected into He Xi’s lungs.

"Ugh." He Xi groaned in pain.

His consciousness gradually returned and his heartbeat resumed. He Xi reached out to touch his heart and was surprised to find that it was beating.

Thinking of this, her eyes and nose became more and more sore. The scene in front of her eyes became blurred again. For the first time, she felt so powerless.

Your destiny is in the hands of others.

The peripheral circulation is restored, and the color gradually changes from bluish purple to red when pressed.

The dampness on my body was disappearing, my skin was getting a little warmer, the shivering sensation was fading, and the pale color of my lips was changing.

Finally, the pulsation of the aorta is restored.

He Xi restarted successfully.

He Xi was wearing a blue nightgown, curled up, her face was pale, and she had a sickly beauty that made people want to hold her in their hands and caress her.

Her hands tightly covered her chest, and gradually tightened as she murmured, "Did I die again?"

"Hot?" Tears dripped onto his hands, warm, "I'm still alive."