In the gym, Ren Zhong, clad in a 50kg weighted training suit, lunged onto the treadmill, adjusting the speed to the max, his legs moving like wind and fire wheels.
Sun Miao stood beside him, fixated on the human body modeling projection.
Sensors were scanning and reading Ren Zhong’s paraters in all directions.
Three hours later, Ren Zhong began devouring food like crazy again.
This ti, it was a dozen dishes from a delicious takeout and servings ant for seven people.
Sun Miao shook his head, "It seems you really don’t feel any pain anymore. Alas."
"Sun Bro, what’s with the tone of disappointnt? Are you hoping I’ll die in pain?"
"Ha, not quite. I just can’t wrap my head around it."
Ren Zhong patted Sun Miao’s shoulder earnestly, "Sun Bro, in life there are many things one can’t understand. Who can instantly comprehend everything clearly? Taking it one step at a ti is the only way."
"True that."
Sun Miao thought for a long ti; actually, Ren Zhong also thought for a long ti, yet no one still understood why it was like this.
Ren Zhong suspected his anomaly was related to the regular icosahedron in the atomic structure.
Just like the lethal dose of drugs, his regular icosahedron proportion didn’t exceed a certain threshold, unable to resonate and transmit pain nerve signals recognizable by the human body, resulting in no obvious body reaction when the injection beca effective.
But this wasn’t Sun Miao’s field; even if said, Sun Bro, who was focused on pseudo-biological sciences, wouldn’t understand, only increasing risks, so he didn’t ntion it.
Sun Miao observed for another two hours, confirming Ren Zhong was really perfectly fine, then got up to pack while saying, "Since you’re really okay, I can safely go back now."
Ren Zhong looked at him, "Sun Bro, is this a double entendre?"
"You’re not wrong to interpret it that way. After this, we shouldn’t et again."
"Yeah, I understand."
Sun Miao: "Take this; I won’t need it anymore."
Sun Miao took out a needle potion from the box, which was the fluorescent green potion he had almost jabbed himself with in desperation when he was about to fight Ren Zhong last ti.
"Thanks, Sun Bro. When should I use it?"
"When you’re ready to die."
"Is it expensive?"
Sun Miao showed a pained expression, "Give it back!"
"Sun Bro, like a at bun hitting a dog, won’t it not return?"
"Damn it."
"Thanks for everything all this ti. Sun Bro, you truly are a good person. Actually, when I think about it, I haven’t helped you much; rather, I’ve always owed you. You have been truly kind to ."
"You rascal truly have the nerve. I thought you had no heart. Who knows how much karma I amassed in the first half of my life to et soone like you. Alright, I’m leaving."
Sun Miao threw the dical box onto his back, shouldering it, turned abruptly, and strode quickly towards the door.
After taking two steps, his body slightly staggered, his right hand instinctively covering his abdon, his face contorted in pain, with two cold sweat drops dripping from his temple.
But soon he straightened his spine again, his deanor returning to normal.
Then he pushed the door open without looking back.
Ren Zhong stood by the window, gently pulling apart the curtain, creating a gap, watching the thin figure stride out of the little yard.
At this mont, Sun Miao still looked frail, yet his back appeared so towering.
His steps weren’t fast, yet so resolute.
Ren Zhong wasn’t quite sure about what enemy Sun Miao wished to challenge.
It seed to be a great dream no less than his own, enough to let him muster the courage to return to that nightmare-filled place, ready to give his life for it.
Defying the harsh reality, daring to face the gore-streaked path.
Ren Zhong vaguely felt the illusion that Sun Miao was about to use his wavering and thin shoulders to ram into a suffocating mountain.
Ren Zhong silently murmured to himself.
Take care.
Sun Miao always spoke in double entendres.
If he hadn’t t , he wouldn’t have acquired late-stage cancer cells, perhaps could continue being a cheerful, gentle, and easygoing small-town doc with his unique business in Starfire Town, living out the rest of his life peacefully.
But my appearance changed his fate.
Once fired, the arrow can’t be taken back; now, he made his choice.
Gurgle gurgle...
Ren Zhong’s stomach began howling and roaring again.
Fortunately, the second batch of high-absorption nutritional als arranged by Ju Qingng arrived by drone just on ti.
Eat! Eat hard! Eat fiercely!
Tonight, Ju Qingng ca ho at nine forty-five, and the exhausted Ren Zhong had already fallen into a deep sleep an hour before on the master bedroom’s large bed.
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