"How long do you probably have to live?"

Zhang Xingwang, who was lowering his head to wipe the tears on his face, suddenly heard such a question, and the tone of asking this question was as natural as asking if he had a lighter on him.

Zhang Xingwang turned his head blankly and looked at Chen Yu beside him.

He doesn't know Chen Yu.

No impression at all.

All I know is that this person just sat next to me and handed me a napkin.

Chen Yu smiled calmly at this time and looked at Zhang Xingwang quietly.

Under normal circumstances, if you ask a person about how long he can live, he will not be scolded, but will be scolded.

But, this is a hospital.

Moreover, Zhang Xingwang was holding medical records and examination sheets in his hands, looking lonely and desperate. He was obviously in a bad mood.

In addition, Zhang Xingwang was so sad that he had no intention of arguing with others.

In addition, Chen Yu is wearing famous brands, has piercing eyes, and is far stronger than Zhang Xingwang in terms of momentum, which makes Zhang Xingwang even more incapable of quarreling.

Perhaps because of the tissue paper he just looked at, Zhang Xingwang smiled bitterly, withdrew his gaze, continued to wipe the tears on his face, and said softly: "It won't be long, with good luck, maybe I can live for another year and a half."

If you are not lucky, it will be faster."

Chen Yu looked at Zhang Xingwang.

Looking at the dull look on Zhang Xingwang's face, Chen Yu recalled a text message he sent from himself a few years ago, 20 years later, saying that he had terminal lung cancer and was not going to die soon. He asked him not to smoke if he had an afterlife.

At that time, he could not imagine what it would be like to have terminal lung cancer.

But at this moment, looking at the blank expression of the twenty-seven or eight-year-old young man next to him, Chen Yu suddenly felt a little bit the same.

After a moment of silence, Chen Yu suddenly asked indifferently: "Then, are you selling the rest of your life?"

selling?

It would be humiliating to ask this question to a young girl.

At this time, Zhang Xingwang was a little confused when he heard such a question.

He turned around and looked at Chen Yu again.

I suspected that I heard it wrong just now, "What? What is for sale or not?"

Chen Yu gave him a smile and repeated the question he just asked, "I said, do you want to sell the rest of your life? Are you willing to sell your life to me? I can give you one million."

Zhang Xingwang looked at Chen Yu blankly.

He never dreamed that after he was sentenced to "death" by the doctor, he would encounter such an incredible thing.

He is almost dead, and there are still people who want to buy his life?

Why did you buy it?

Do you want to wait until Zhang Xingwang dies and bury him in this family's ancestral grave, pretending to be his family's ancestor?

Of course, as a young man who had studied in college and worked in the capital for several years, Zhang Xingwang still had a broad mind. When the ridiculous idea just now flashed through his mind, another thought flashed across his mind. He frowned and asked in a low voice

: "You want me to kill someone for you?"

He had seen a similar plot on TV, where rich people paid to buy the lives of terminally ill people, and then let the terminally ill patients who had a short life expectancy kill people.

People who are terminally ill have a short life expectancy, so naturally they are not afraid of death, let alone going to jail.

It is a good choice for these terminally ill people to sell their remaining life and earn some money to provide for their parents or provide for their wives and children.

At this time, Zhang Xingwang thought that he had encountered such a thing.

Chen Yu looked at him, smiled slightly, and whispered: "If you are interested, let's find a place to talk in detail. If you are not interested, forget it."

Zhang Xingwang's face changed slightly.

He subconsciously wanted to refuse.

His self-esteem does not allow him to sell his life to others.

However, his reason prevented him from saying rejection.

He thought about the little time he had left, thought about his parents and grandma who still lived in three old bungalows in his hometown, and thought about the fact that he had lived for 28 years without ever falling in love or having a taste of a woman.

After his eyes flickered slightly, he asked in a low voice: "One million?"

Chen Yu nodded.

Zhang Xingwang smiled with a complicated expression.

When he was alive, he could not earn so much even if he worked hard, but now that he is about to die, he can sell it for so much money, sell his life for money... He did not expect that he could still earn this kind of money in this life.

A strange thought suddenly flashed through his mind - the ancients did not deceive me. As expected, a horse will not grow fat without weeds, and a man will not make a fortune without windfall. I can finally make a fortune.

"Okay, where should we talk?" he asked.

Chen Yu stood up and said: "Follow me!"

Zhang Xingwang subconsciously stood up and followed him. After following a few steps, he noticed that two tall and strong young men had gathered around him.

These two people followed him, making Zhang Xingwang immediately alert.

Chen Yu, who was walking in front of him, caught a glimpse of what was happening behind him from the corner of his eye, and explained with a smile: "Don't be nervous, they are my bodyguards."

Zhang Xingwang was a little surprised, a little suspicious of Chen Yu's identity, and suspected that Chen Yu was not on the right track.

Then, he laughed silently again.

The person who paid for his life is not on the right track, isn't it normal?

…

More than half an hour later.

Chen Yu took Zhang Xingwang to a hotel, asked for a private room, and ordered a table of wine and food to entertain Zhang Xingwang.

The two chatted while eating and discussed the deal.

Chen Yu paid an advance payment of 200,000 yuan in cash on the spot.

After Chen Yu left, Zhang Xingwang stared at the two large bundles of hundred-yuan bills in front of him. After looking at them for a long time, he showed a complicated smile and whispered to himself: "Forget it, women are no fun either."

Yes, I’d better leave all the money to my parents for their retirement! Anyway, I have so many regrets in this life, I don’t want to miss that one.

Moreover, if I don’t deserve to die and survive the test of medicine, there will be many opportunities in the future.”

…

Two days later.

late at night.

On the rooftop of a building in Beijing, Zhang Xingwang was sitting alone on the edge of the empty and lonely rooftop, watching the brightly lit and neon city night scene while drinking beer and eating the barbecue he bought.

As he ate, his eyes slowly filled with tears.

Tears sparkled in his eyes, but did not fall.

It wasn't until he raised his face again and poured a can of beer into his mouth that tears silently overflowed from his eyes and covered his face.

The one million given by Chen Yu, plus all the money he had saved over the years, was all transferred into his father's account this afternoon.

He also wrote his last words in advance and stored them in his mobile phone. The screen lock of his mobile phone was canceled by him in advance. If he really died later, everyone could see the contents of his mobile phone.

The night wind blew on him, seeming to blow away the hesitation in his heart.

Finally, after he drank a few more sips of beer, he suddenly smashed the beer bottle in his hand and smashed it not far from his feet.

"Hahaha……"

Amidst a burst of crazy laughter, he took out a red gene potion, inserted a needle into his left forearm, gritted his teeth, and poured all the potion into his arm with tears in his eyes.

Pulling out the needle and throwing it off the rooftop, Zhang Xingwang's crazy laughter suddenly stopped, and his crazy expression slowly returned to calm.

He stared blankly at his left forearm for a while, then suddenly laughed silently to himself, took out his mobile phone, thought for a while, and dialed a person in the phone's address book that he had not dialed for more than ten years.

Number.

He did not notice that the empty syringe he had just thrown out of the rooftop was snatched away by a giant eagle that suddenly flew by in the night.

The giant eagle was like the Great Eagle in "The Legend of the Withered Heroes", it was abnormally big.

But in the night, no one noticed its figure.

Of course it was Chen Yu who changed it.

Currently, there is only one genetic warrior in the world, Chen Yu.

The night wind on the rooftop is a bit strong tonight.

In the night breeze, Zhang Xingwang dialed the number in the address book of his mobile phone that he had not dialed for more than ten years with a complicated expression.

After a while, the call was connected.

"Hello?"
To be continued...