Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

The elderly doctor coughed lightly and pointed at the surgeon: "Go ahead and check the patient carefully to see if he is seriously injured, whether he has any lacerations, and whether he needs sutures."

The surgeon paused for a moment, then wheeled over a small cart filled with medicines and instruments and said seriously, "I understand. Leave it to me."

He stretched out his hand and just as he opened the quilt a little, a huge force grabbed his hand, making him unable to move.

The surgeon was so startled that he almost jumped up.

Looking at his wrist, he saw the blond young man who had been unconscious half-sitting up with his eyes closed, his right hand tightly gripping his wrist.

"Director, hurry up, my wrist is about to break." The surgeon almost stammered.

The doctor hurried forward, took out the small flashlight from the pocket of his white coat, pried open the patient's eyes, and quickly examined him. With a complicated expression, he said, "It's okay. It's probably a stress reaction."

He thought for a moment, pulled a corner of the quilt out of the surgeon's hand, pressed it on both sides of the patient's body, surrounded the patient tightly, and gave the patient enough sense of security. Then he loosened his grip on the surgeon's hand, and the patient fell back asleep on the bed.

"The anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics will be given first, and the rest will be discussed with the family after I get the approval."

Fūya Rei knew he was dreaming, because he went back to the time after the fight with Shiraishi Masato, when the other party didn't even care about his injuries and frantically returned to the basement to confirm whether he had disguised himself to deceive him.

As for why he didn't suspect the system had malfunctioned and turned back his time...

Of course he lacks energy.

No matter how faulty the system is, it still takes energy to make things happen.

So, he is dreaming now.

In reality, he should be with Hiro.

hiro…

Fang Guling was silent.

Forced to recall the experience of social death in front of Kokunen, Furuya Rei looked at Shiraishi Masato who was tying his hands in his dream, and his expression immediately became sinister.

The next moment, his eyes blurred and he found himself in the dream.

Fūya Rei curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a sneer, and kicked Shiraishi Masato over with one kick, then chased after him and punched Shiraishi Masato hard.

I let you tie me up.

I asked you to lock me up.

I let you tear my clothes.

I let you scare me...

After beating the man until he was bruised and battered, Jōgō Rō suddenly felt refreshed.

He sat down on the debris feeling a little tired, rubbing his aching wrist, when he saw Shiraishi Masato, who was lying half-dead on the ground, suddenly jump up and pounce on him.

Fūya Rei was startled, like a cat with its fur standing on end, with a cold and inflexible murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He subconsciously grabbed the fragment at hand and slashed it towards Shiraishi Masato's neck.

The next moment, Shiraishi Masato disappeared.

He was holding a stone and standing in front of a long staircase. Although there were walls on all sides, he could feel the biting cold wind on the rooftop.

He looked up at the stairs, feeling inexplicably anxious, and ran up.

He needs to be faster.

Faster.

hurry up!

'boom--'

With a gunshot, Jōgō Rei suddenly pushed open the door to the rooftop.

He ran into Shuichi Akai who was pointing a gun at Hiro. The pungent smell of gunpowder and the strong smell of blood were pungent. He stared at the expanding red on Hiro's chest and almost fell to the ground.

hiro…

Looking at the person leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, never to wake up again, Fūya Rei forgot for a moment that he was in a dream.

His body trembled, a surge of murderous intent and intense despair intertwined within him. Without hesitation, he rushed forward and finished what he hadn't done before—slicing the man's neck with the stone in his hand...

"zero!"

Furiya Rei snapped his eyes open and found himself aiming an IV needle at the scarred man's throat. He was drenched in cold sweat, his body trembling weakly, his bleeding hand holding the needle with unwavering stability.

"...Hiro?" He stared blankly at the man in front of him. This was Hiro in disguise.

Hiro is alive!

He almost hurt Hiro just now...

Fūya Rei loosened his grip and the needle fell to the ground.

Zhu Fujingguang took the opportunity to pull off the infusion tube and threw it on the ground. With trembling hands, he picked up the hemostatic cotton on the cart and pressed it on the needle hole where You Xunran had pulled out the needle violently.

After the doctor pushed the patient from the emergency room to the ward, Brother Gao Ming notified him.

He treated his wounds, washed up casually, and rushed over quickly.

Along the way, he couldn't help feeling a sore nose, and his heart was filled with excitement and gratitude.

Zero, zero...you didn't leave me alone.

Thank you for surviving!

When he arrived at the ward, he saw the little girl wrapped tightly in bandages. He heard the doctor say that Zero subconsciously resisted others getting close to him. He felt angry and painful.

As he sat down beside the bed with heavy steps, he found that Zero's brows were tightly furrowed and he seemed to be in great pain.

He subconsciously reached out to smooth out the wrinkles between the other's brows, but found that Zero's body began to tremble as if because of his approach, and his forehead was soon wet with cold sweat.

The next second, the person who had just been lying there suddenly sat up regardless of the pain in his body. He seemed to be still immersed in the torture of pain, with a look of despair and collapse, and his whole body exuded a determination to perish together with his tormentors. He was like a beast at the end of its rope, determined to die and do everything he could to take the person who tortured him with him.

So cruel, yet so sad and heartbreaking.

Then, the blond young man, who was not conscious, pulled out the needle from the back of his hand and stabbed it straight into his throat.

Zhu Fujingguang couldn't hold it in any longer and choked out a cry: "Zero!"

As soon as he finished speaking, You Xunran suddenly opened his eyes, and his mind immediately became clear. He seemed to recognize him through his disguise and called out his name.

He should have been happy, but—

His body stiffly looked at Zero's purple-gray eyes that clearly reflected his figure and moved with his movements, as well as the familiar little movements, and his heart sank straight into the abyss.

This is zero!

It’s not another personality, it’s the real Zero!

The scary thing is that he can't be sure which personality of Zero is experiencing that embarrassing and desperate thing!

He didn't even care about Zero's eyes regaining sight. His brain was working rapidly, wondering whether the memories and emotions between the main personality and the secondary personality were interconnected?

Also, when did Zero's personality switch?

Before, after, or halfway through...

He had no way of knowing these things, but he had to find out as soon as possible. He couldn't let the collapse of his secondary personality drag Zero into the abyss.

Zhu Fujingguang's heart trembled as he cautiously reached out and held You Xunran's hand. Seeing that he didn't resist but looked at him quietly and puzzledly, Zhu Fujingguang hurriedly tried to suppress the panic and anxiety between his brows and asked tentatively in a gentle tone: "Zero, you are sweating all over. Are you feeling unwell?"