But the admiral said something in his ear.

Hurry up and hear-

Hurry up and respond-

Otherwise the Admiral will not want him.

Jin Zhao forced himself, almost self-mutilation, to force himself to wake up from that abyss-like nightmare. His hand squeezed Rong Wan's hand tighter and tighter, he forced himself to think about the admiral, the admiral's face, outline, lips, voice, those hearts that could make him completely drowned in darkness. mouth so he can breathe.

When he suddenly started to gasp for breath, he was sweating profusely, and Rong Wan was almost crushed by him.

Jin Zhao reluctantly pulled out of that state, and suddenly realized this——

His face suddenly turned pale, and suddenly he grabbed Rong Wan's hand, his lips were trembling a little, and he said in an obscure voice, "I'm sorry."

Chapter 23

"It doesn't matter." It really doesn't matter, because when Rong Wan felt the pain for the first time, he asked the system to help block the pain. Although the system's capabilities are limited, it is still fearful in the job position, and there is no omission. So he can't feel the pain, but can only watch the protagonist fall into that kind of nightmare, and nothing can help.

How could it be okay.

what have i done.

Jin Zhao looked at the blue and white marks on the general's hand that he pinched, and in his heart he wanted to slash himself with thousands of swords.

"It's alright." Rong Wan smiled and tried his best to relax, but he didn't pull out his hand, and just watched the protagonist help him massage. Only in the process can the protagonist calm down a little from that painful state. However, the protagonist never glanced at the operating table behind, and his lips were terribly pale. Rong Wan knew that lying down again would bring back terrible memories.

The doctor next to him had never seen Zhu Jing before. Although he was a little surprised why the general would bring a man with a slave mark on his ear for surgery, he also knew that the more he knew, the quicker he died, and nothing happened. asked, waiting only slightly uneasily.

I don't know how long it took, and after confirming that the scars on Rong's hands had disappeared, Jin Zhao let go of his hands.

Rong Wan held his hand and asked gently, "Is it alright now?"

Jin Zhao nodded.

Some things had to be overcome, and the general told him that all those things in the past had passed, it was not his fault, and that he should start his new life. He had no reason to be caught in the shadows of those pasts and couldn't extricate himself. He will overcome, he will overcome, he is a man in the quagmire, but now he has light.

"I'll accompany you." Rong Wan pulled a chair over and sat beside the operating table with the cold instruments.

The word was too gentle, Jin Zhao's eyelashes trembled slightly. But for the first time in his life he didn't want the general by his side. If you can see his past from his reaction during the operation, will the general pity him or hate him? He dared not take a little risk. He didn't want his humble side to show up in front of the general at all.

He couldn't help but said with some difficulty: "General, no need, blood will be very dirty."

"It's not dirty." Rong Wan casually touched his neck, touched the cold sweat he had just oozing out on his hand, motioned to him, and said softly, "Everyone sweats and bleeds, so what's so good about it? Dirty."

Jin Zhao took a short breath, and he couldn't describe the feeling in his heart at this time.

- The general gave him too much.

not food, water, survival

space

, but freedom, faith, new life.

He stared at the general almost reverently, with his wet, deadly dark eyes. Every word, every word, every look, every look of this person wanted to be taken apart and swallowed into his belly, into his bone marrow. He even began to appreciate his fate in a twisted way. If it weren't for the bad luck he had suffered before, how could he have gotten this person's review?

"Okay."

Jin Zhao took the initiative to lie down on the cold table.

He must become stronger, he must restore every part of his body, and he must regain his own energy source in order to become a weapon in the general's hands. In order to protect every strand of the general's hair.

Rong Wan held Jin Zhao's hand and signaled to the doctor to quickly bind his hands and feet and give him anesthesia.

Ordinary anesthetics didn't work for Jin Zhao, and his pain did not disappear much. This operation was a complete disaster. He fell into nightmares from time to time, and his whole body was in great pain, as if all the demons that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart suddenly poured out, and the painful memories of the past flashed wildly in his mind, so his eyes became particularly bloodthirsty.

Rong Wan was afraid that he would break free from those restraints and cause unnecessary injuries, so he could only press on half of his body to hold him down.

Outside the window, it was raining continuously, and lightning flashed. In the pain, Jin Zhao was haunted by nightmares, and from time to time he hurriedly urged—General, you go, or I will hurt you. But vaguely, he gripped the general's hand tighter and tighter, like grabbing a life-saving straw, and instinctively begged the general not to leave. He struggled and struggled, neighing in pain.

But during this process, he felt that someone was always holding him tightly, holding him tightly, sometimes wiping his cold sweat, sometimes whispering, "It's good to get through it, it's good to get through it. ." So he was soaked with sweat, as if he was pulled back from the water, and finally got through it.

The mute doctor put a bandage on his eye.

After the bandage was removed in a few days, he was able to have two eyes of the same color.

This operation is relatively precise and has been done for a long time. After the operation, the doctor was sweating profusely, and it was already dark outside. Jin Zhao finally woke up from the chaotic state. He was sitting on the cold table, and it seemed that he was not as shadowy as the operating room he had just entered.

Rong Wan saw that his eyes had recovered now, so he breathed a sigh of relief, brought a somewhat rough mirror and handed it to Jin Zhao: "Although it is bandaged, it still looks good."