Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 522 No Need to Thank Me, You Have Your Own Thank You Gift

He is not Feng Mu, then who is he?

If we go back five minutes, it would be roughly the time when Feng Mu just called.

Another "Feng Mu" also walked into the hospital elevator.

Standing in the corner of the elevator, he raised his head slightly and glanced at the surveillance camera.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved, as if being pulled by an invisible thread, forming a stiff and weird smile.

The soft needles under the mask restrict the natural movement of the muscles, making the smile look like it was painted on the face.

"The disguise is still not vivid enough. It's okay when it's static, but it's difficult to coordinate once you make an expression..."

"Feng Mu" evaluated in his heart and silently noted down the defects that needed to be improved.

"It's a pity that I'm not dead. My needlework is more suitable for making up the dead. After all, being alive limits my ability to perform.

Hmm, maybe next time I can try using some soft needles and scoop out the meat from the dough, so I can have more room for maneuver.”

Just as "Feng Mu" was concentrating on thinking, the elevator door opened with a "ding" sound, and a female nurse pushing a stretcher walked in.

There was a small body lying in the car - a girl of eight or nine years old, skinny and bony, who had obviously suffered a long period of illness before her death.

Her face was distorted, and she must have suffered unimaginable pain before her death.

In this world, rich people can use nerve blockers to eliminate pain, but poor people can't even afford painkillers.

It was possible in the beginning, as painkillers were the cheapest medicine for the poor to treat illnesses.

Later, Shengguang Pharmaceutical invented the "Refreshing Liquid". Major pharmaceutical companies followed suit and developed various competing products. Then everything changed quietly.

Pharmaceutical groups have joined forces to push for new legislation in downtown that would severely restrict the production and use of painkillers on the grounds that they contain addictive ingredients.

Next to the nurse was a middle-aged man with red and swollen eyes but an unusually numb expression.

The wheels squeaked harshly as the stretcher entered the elevator.

Chen Ya noticed that the girl didn't even have a piece of white cloth covering her body, and her exposed skin was covered with needle marks and bruises.

The other patients in the elevator ignored this and just moved their feet impatiently to make room for the stretcher.

In hospitals, the most common thing is an endless stream of patients.

And then, there is death.

Doctors and nurses come in third place.

In the past, people always said that death was the final fairness for all mankind. In the face of death, everyone, rich or poor, was treated equally.

But now, with the development of science and technology, people suddenly realize that death also has preferences, and it hates the rich and loves the poor.

"Feng Mu" lowered his head and looked at the corpse on the stretcher indifferently.

He reached out his hand and gently stroked the girl's forehead with his fingertips, along her brow bone, down to her jaw.

"What are you—?"

The middle-aged man next to him suddenly looked up, first furious, then stunned.

The girl's face gradually relaxed. Miraculously, the girl's face relaxed.

The ferocity faded away, replaced by an almost serene calmness, as if she was just asleep, and there was even a long-lost curve at the corner of her mouth.

"You're welcome,"

"Feng Mu" gently withdrew his hand and said lightly,

"She was just lucky enough to escape this ugly world first, and she shouldn't carry the remaining pain of this world with her."

Feng Mu was thinking: "Sure enough, my needlework is more suitable for making up the dead!"

The elevator door opened again and he stepped out, leaving the entire elevator in silence.

There were even a few patients who looked at the girl's body with a hint of envy in their eyes. If one could die without pain and with a smile on their face, that would probably be the most desired dream of countless poor people.

"Feng Mu" walked out of the elevator, walked through the general ward area, and entered the VVIP corridor.

The lighting here is soft, the carpet absorbs the sound of footsteps, and the walls are hung with priceless oil paintings, as if death has nothing to do with this place.

Deep in the corridor, at the door of Qian Huan's ward, stood a giant man as big as an iron tower.

A girl with pigtails was leaning next to him, fiddling with something with her head down.

"Feng Mu" continued walking inside without stopping.

Hong Ya looked up and saw "Feng Mu", her eyes lit up:
"Junior brother! Why are you here? I didn't bring you any food!"

She smiled innocently, even more beautiful than the made-up corpse just now.

"Feng Mu" twitched the corner of his mouth. He didn't say much, just slowly forced out a smile and said "hmm".

He took two more steps forward, glanced at the giant man next to him, turned back immediately, and then turned to the VVIP ward next to him - Shi Wuming's room.

Hong Ya tilted her head, her pigtails shaking: "What are you doing there, little apprentice brother?"

She was about to jump and chase after him, but was grabbed by Li Bashan's big hand like a palm leaf fan.

The giant's voice was as low as thunder: "Don't go."

Hongya raised her little face, her eyes full of confusion: "What's wrong?"

Li Bashan couldn't explain it, he just covered Hongya's head with his big hands, loosened her pigtails, and repeated in a muffled voice:
"do not go!"

Hongya puffed up her cheeks and glared with eyes wide open like an angry little fox:
"Ouch! My hair is all messed up!"

In front of her junior fellow apprentice, Hong Ya was very concerned about her image and dignity as a senior sister, so she had to re-braid her hair angrily and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​chasing after him.

The light in the ward was a little dimmer than in the corridor, and the cold light emitted by various monitoring instruments cast mottled shadows on the ground.

Shi Wuming was half leaning on the hospital bed, his severed arms resting on his chest, entangled with densely packed electronic components and wires.

He was lying on the hospital bed, barely able to move.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his neck with difficulty.

When he saw that the person coming was "Feng Mu", his brows immediately knitted together and he asked in a rather alert tone, "What are you doing here?"

"Feng Mu" glanced at Shi Wuming, walked quickly to the bed, and tried to relax the other party's vigilance by reasoning.

他 说:

"Come to think of it, it was my people who carried you to the hospital. You owe me your life. The tone of your voice now doesn't sound like you're talking to a lifesaver."

Shi Wuming's face darkened and he felt even more disgusted with Feng Mu.

"You're trying to use this as a pretext to repay a favor. You're wrong. I'm a modified body. Even if no one cared about me, I wouldn't have died."

Shi Wuming didn't think Feng Mu would dare to harm him. After all, there were surveillance cameras installed in the corridors of the VVIP ward area, and Feng Mu must have been photographed when he walked in.

Shi Wuming was fearless and had even decided on the date of Feng Mu's death in his mind - tomorrow.

He sneered and said:

"All I can say in return is 'thank you'."

"Feng Mu" turned a deaf ear to him and walked straight to the bedside. He looked down at Shi Wuming and slowly placed his hand on his chest.

Shi Wuming hurriedly shouted coldly:
"What are you doing? Don't mess around. These components are very expensive. If you break one, I won't be able to compensate you even if I sell you."

Shi Wuming was not bluffing, he really sold Feng Mu as a medicine man and could not afford to buy his implanted components.

"Feng Mu" was unmoved. He placed his hand on the other's chest, feeling the strange heartbeat of a mixture of mechanical and flesh, and said quietly:

"You don't need to say thank you, because you carry with you a 'thank you' gift that is enough to repay you!"

(End of this chapter)