Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

"Otherwise, I'll just burn your hospital down!"

Compared to his previous image as a polite but intimidating academic professor and a potential reality show contestant, Grandpa has now achieved several top goals and is surrounded by numerous accolades.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Mortys dressed in white nurse uniforms started running inside, afraid that they would be too slow and anger the most ruthless character in Ruicheng.

One minute later.

Morty was sent into a large machine and was examined from head to toe by various testing instruments, from cells to organs and even the whole body.

Grandpa eventually received an answer that surprised him.

Almost all of his organs were healthy, but it seemed that there was something wrong with his consciousness, although the doctors in Ruicheng could not determine what the disease was.

However, through some medical technology, it was confirmed that Morty's mind had recently suffered an extremely strong shock, which caused his body, which had already become a physical entity, to send a signal to end his own life.

But the desire to survive was forcibly suppressing this thought.

"So he's stuck?"

In the office next to the examination room, where empty wine bottles littered the floor, the only person sitting in a chair was Grandpa. He looked at the medical staff and asked a question that even he himself thought was silly.

Stuck? Of course it is! How could it not be stuck!

If it doesn't get stuck, what else can it do?

Could it be that Morty is pretending to be crazy in an attempt to tease him?

With Morty's acting skills, forget it!

"Is there any way to cure him? I don't want anything to happen to him!" Grandpa looked up at the medical team of about thirty people standing in front of him.

These guys are among the most technologically advanced in Ruicheng's medical field.

If none of them can rescue Morty, then I'll have to ask C137 for help. If even C137 can't do anything about it...

Thinking of that terrible ending, Grandpa sighed deeply, put his left hand to his forehead for a few seconds, and then wiped his face from his forehead to his chin with both hands.

"Alright! Let's think of a solution first, and then we'll work on a treatment plan!"

I'll try my best not to make things difficult for you.

"If someone can cure him, I can do something for him. Even if I can't cure him, I won't be implicated. But if you're not confident and still try to cure him, and you end up killing him, then don't blame me for extracting his soul and throwing it into hell to torment him for billions of years!"

The advantages and disadvantages have been clearly explained.

Let the medical staff figure out a treatment plan. Grandpa walked to the glass window and looked at Morty lying motionless in the machine, his eyes filled with worry.

A few minutes later, an older Dr. Rick, who looked younger, suggested that they wanted some live cells to try some riskier medical procedures.

Grandpa, whose attention was focused on Morty at the moment, agreed to the other party's request without even thinking.

Then...

As Rick, the medical professional, entered the room, he seemingly unintentionally locked the door from the inside with his right hand as he closed it...

Sangmei, who was visiting Ruicheng Hospital for the first time, was looking around nervously when she happened to see this scene. She immediately shouted, "Grandpa! He locked the door from the inside!!!"

"What?!" Grandpa, as if waking from a dream, squinted at the guy, his right hand reaching for his gun.

But it was all too late!

"For Suit Rick! Die!!! May everyone go to hell!!!"

Grandpa's energy gun failed to penetrate the extremely thick glass window of Ruicheng Hospital, but the energy gun in the hands of the medical staff member Rick hit Morty, who was lying inside the machine, with extreme precision!

"Do not!!!"

Chapter 424 The Rise of Sangmei

"Ah!!! you mother fuck!!!"

Bloodstained glass shards littered the ground. Rick and Morty, standing outside, were ashen-faced, contemplating whether they should commit suicide beforehand or find a way to escape.

Standing beside the spherical machine, Sangmei watched as her body, riddled with bullets and pierced by lasers, was shot multiple times. She covered her mouth with her hands, large tears streaming down her cheeks. She dared not look at Morty's face, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Grandpa punched Rick in the suit in the face again and again, using the most primitive methods in this high-tech examination room, until he was on the verge of death. Seeing the relief in Rick's eyes, Grandpa suppressed his anger.

Stop punching!

Portal!

Stein!

Want to die? Not so easy! You pig! What does my struggle with Suit Rick have to do with an idiot like you? If you're loyal to him, he'll just think you're a pretty good fool!

Damn it!!!

fuck! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

"Rick, are you alright?" Stein, who was usually a man of few words, asked with concern after tossing Rick, the medical doctor who had successfully assassinated Morty, into the non-material world with one hand.

"No! I'm not good!!" Grandpa roared, telling Stein to get out of here.

The old man, who had just been furious and had beaten Rick to the point of near death with his bare hands, his skin covered in blood and wounds, turned around, forcing himself with immense courage to face Morty's corpse—the most difficult moment of his life.

Or, to put it another way, a body that has lost its vitality and is composed of various cells.

"Is he really dead?"

Sangmei's voice was like a right hand gripping Grandpa's heart, forcing that heart to slow down until it completely lost the ability to beat.

My heart, which was pounding wildly just now, is indeed slowly slowing down.

Fear and sadness filled Grandpa's mind. What made him even more sad was that after facing the most painful tragedy of his life, he thought that decades of tempering had made him hard-hearted.

But he found himself too afraid to go up and see Morty one last time.

"Grandpa? Is he really dead?"

Sangmei's voice echoed again in the room, as if she were forcing Grandpa to admit a fact he was unwilling to acknowledge.

"Death..." Grandpa uttered a heavy word.

Yes, he is indeed dead, and the kind of dead that can't be any deader.

Seeing Morty's body slowly dissolving, the last glimmer of hope in Grandpa's heart was extinguished by the scene before him.

If Morty were in physical form, Project Phoenix could have saved his life when he died. However, neither C137 nor Grandpa himself ever considered adding supplementary content for soul forms to Project Phoenix.

Because spirits are inherently difficult to kill, and their ability to be almost immune to most physical attacks makes them extremely difficult to kill.

So who would do Project Phoenix for someone who is hard to kill physically?

As for non-physical attacks... if you get seriously injured, you can basically just wait to die, because no one has figured this out yet!

"Sigh... never mind..."

After a long silence, Grandpa, who looked ten years older in an instant, had a deep frown on his forehead and empty eyes. He stood motionless like a walking corpse, as if his soul had been taken away.

Finally, after watching Morty's body completely dissolve, Sangmei urged him repeatedly to no avail, so she simply took the teleportation gun herself and took her grandfather back to their home in C167.

Upon returning here, Grandpa, who had been in a state of utter despair but still retained a sliver of pride, collapsed to the ground like a boneless lump of mud.

It took Sangmei a lot of effort to pull and tug at him before she finally managed to put him on the sofa.

And then... that was it...

Morty's sudden death was a huge blow not only to Grandpa, but also inevitably plunged Sangmei herself into grief.

Time passed second by second.

As the sun rose high above the living room windows and set, and the moon hung high in the sky, hunger awakened Sangmei from her sorrow.

Looking at the blue carpet bathed in moonlight, Sangmei pushed herself up with her hands and struggled to stand up, her numb legs making her feel as if her body was resisting her from getting up.

But she! She had to get up!

No matter what it takes, she has to save Morty!

Because she didn't want to live like her mother Beth, who lost the most important person in her life at a young age and was left helpless about everything that had happened.

Similarly, he didn't want to live like Jerry, that loser who would become afraid, cowardly, and run away at the slightest danger, only caring about his own survival and not caring about anyone else.

Most importantly, she didn't want to go through the same life journey as her grandfather, to experience that pain, that unbearable hardship, that struggle.

If you lose someone, bring them back as quickly as possible!

Whether by human hands, by divine intervention, or even by the passage of time, Sammy will bring Morty back!!

But when Sangmei's gaze fell on her motionless grandfather, she asked herself again what would happen if she died like this one day.

Grandpa, Morty, Beth, and Jerry—would they truly feel sadness and grief over their passing?

Do they really?

The question lingered in Sangmei's mind for a few seconds. Unconsciously, Sangmei put herself into the mindset of Sherlock Holmes, but her rational mind told her that it was simply impossible!

In this family, she was an insignificant presence.

even if...

Snapped!

Sang Mei raised her hand and slapped herself across the face. At this moment, her rational mind wouldn't allow her to continue acting on emotion. If you're going to save someone, then save them! If you're not going to save someone, then don't save them!

"Okay...so how should I get started?"

Once she calmed down, Sangmei began to think about how to save Morty.

After analyzing various possibilities, given that Morty's body had completely dissolved, any conventional methods were no longer effective!

The only remaining option is to defy fate and change one's destiny!

However, if we take the path of time travel, there are two almost unsolvable problems facing Sang Mei. One is the timeline chaos she experienced last time.

She knew almost nothing about how to properly modify the timeline. If she were to repeat the same mistake as last time, and without her grandfather to clean up the mess, she would be in for a huge disaster.

Wait... Is Grandpa so grief-stricken because he knows that even the method of altering the timeline can't save Morty's life?

Thinking of this, Sangmei shuddered and looked at her grandfather lying motionless on the sofa. She... she suddenly couldn't accept this fact.

But reason told her otherwise.

If time travel could save Morty, Grandpa would definitely do everything in his power to save Morty's life!

But he didn't do that!