That night, in an intensive care unit of a first-class hospital in China, a young man was lying on the hospital bed, leaning on a ventilator, barely surviving. The heart rate meter next to him recorded the young man's heart rate. The young man's heart rate changed from time to time, but it was useless and exceeded 40.

The young man's name is Ye Wuyou. Due to premature birth, he suffered severe organ development. He was diagnosed by the doctor to live for less than three years. Therefore, his parents named him Wuyou, hoping that he would be safe and safe all his life. Ye Wuyou deserves his name. Although he has been suffering from major and minor illnesses since childhood, Ye Biao lived to 25 years old. At that time, the doctor who asserted that he was less than three years old was called a miracle.

However, Ye Wuyou's miracle seemed to be about to end. Some time ago, Ye Wuyou was sent to the emergency room due to a sudden serious illness. After dozens of hours of rescue, he barely saved Ye Wuyou's life, but he was diagnosed with brain death, and the chance of waking up was no more than 10%.

23:54. If any doctor stayed in the ward, he would have opened his mouth wide in surprise, because Ye Wuyou, who was originally judged to be brain-dead, has now opened his eyes and seems to be talking to someone.

Ten minutes ago, the silent ward suddenly blew up, and a figure appeared out of thin air in the ward.

‘Finally found.’

The ethereal voice turned the entire ward. 'Time was just right.' The figure took out a pocket watch-shaped object and looked at it. He raised his hand into a ring and summoned a ball of light, hitting Ye Wuyou. The moment the ball of light hit Ye Wuyou, the whole room suddenly shone in a dazzling light. After a moment, the light faded, and all the instruments used by Ye Wuyou to maintain his life were taken off. But Ye Wuyou opened his eyes at this time. Not only that, he, who should have been extremely weak, even stood up. Ye Wuyou moved his body. When he saw the figure in the ward, he seemed a little surprised, but then bowed and said, 'You must be the god of death!'

‘Oh! How did you see it? Can’t I be the doctor who treats you?’ asked.

'Three reasons.' Ye Wuyou smiled and said, 'First, because I often come to this hospital, and because I have problems in almost every part of my body. I have seen all other doctors except the gynecologists, and I have no effect on you.'

‘Then why can’t I be a gynecologist?’ asked

‘Ha! Not to mention what gynecologists do when they come to an intensive care room, I would like to ask the gynecologist first, where is your nameplate?’ Ye Wuyou asked, ‘This is a very formal and strange hospital. Even if the interns have a nameplate, you don’t have one. Why is this?’

‘Is the nameplate? Can’t I forget to bring it?’

'It's said that this is a very strange hospital. This is an intensive care unit. If you don't have a nameplate guard, you won't let you enter the door." Ye Wuyou said, 'Through the comments just now, I can tell that you are not a doctor, and you are not familiar with this place.'

‘Interesting!’ The figure smiled sweetly, ‘The first two reasons feel like they are nonsense. Come on, tell me your third reason, if I satisfy me, there will be rewards.’

‘lastbutnotleast, my physical condition.’ Ye Wuyou said.

'oh!?'

‘Well, this is the most important basis for judgment. I know my physical condition myself. I am so weak that I even struggle to raise my hand, let alone stand. Now I even think I can run around. The doctor said that it is impossible to cure me with my current medical level. But you did it.’ Ye Wuyou said with a smile.

‘It’s interesting, what you said makes sense, but it’s inaccurate.’ said the figure.

'Um?'

'I won't talk about death. If that guy, Death, you won't even have a chance to speak, but I'm really here to take your life.' said the figure.

‘Anyway, it’s here to kill me, so it’s no different from the God of Death. (￣o￣)’ Ye Wuyou sat in the hospital bed, put his hands on his hips, and sighed.

'You are generous. Shouldn't normal people panic or beg me to let you go?' asked.

'Why do you have to do that? What's the use of doing it? Will you let me live a life after doing it?' Ye Wuyou asked.

'That's right, to be honest, you should have died nine years ago. What concerns have made you live hard?' asked.

"Yes, it's better to die every day than to die. Every breath in, my lungs are like being burned alive; every bite of rice is like being squeezed by a knife, and the wind hits my body is like being lingchi. Sometimes I'm just going to die like this, at least I don't have to suffer." Ye Wuyou said to himself.

‘Then why do you have to survive?’ asked the figure with a hint of sob in his voice.

'I don't know either, but I think it's to continue to see Xueer's smile!' Ye Wuyou said with a smile.

‘Xue'er?’

‘Well, Xueer, she is my sister. Nine years ago, when I was most desperate, my sister, Ye Xueer, was born. She just wanted to be an angel and brought me light when I was the darkest. Xueer didn’t cry when she was born. She could open her eyes as soon as she was born. Her eyes seemed to be able to talk. Just look at her eyes and you can know what she was thinking. But it seems that it is family inheritance. Xueer was seriously ill just three months old.

At that time, when I looked at her painful face in the medical cabin, my heart was about to break. At that time, I sat beside her every day, holding her little hand and praying. I prayed at that time; "God! If you really exist, please let go of this poor little angel, and come to me whenever you want. The miracle was that Xueer slowly recovered, but it seemed that my prayer that I had responded to, and I became weaker and weaker." Ye Wuyou said with memories on his face.

'You are such a fool. Is this good for you?' said the figure angrily.

‘Of course there are benefits. Xueer is living happily and will be the greatest reward for me.’ Ye Wuyou said, ‘By the way, you are quite satisfied with the third reason. Can you do me a favor?’

‘Say!’ The figure seemed very angry.

‘If possible, can I erase my existence after I die? I don’t want Xueer, who died because of her own death, to be sad.’ Ye Wuyou said

‘You…’~ Huh~ The figure calmed down and said, ‘I can’t do this, and I don’t want to do it.’

‘Is it hard for someone to force me? I’m really sorry!’ Ye Wuyou said with regret.

'Although I can't erase your existence, I have a better way.' said the figure.

'Um?'

‘You, come and work for me!’

'ha?'

"I can barely be considered a plane management god, but there are some problems with several planes, but for some reasons I can't deal with it myself. You are very in line with my appetite, so I plan to let you deal with these problems on my behalf." The figure said.

“Where is the reward?”

"Give your life and a healthy body."

"make a deal"

"Okay, go with peace of mind, I will give you some help."

"Wait, I still have questions..." Before he finished speaking, Ye Wuyou lost consciousness and spread it on the bed.
Chapter completed!