The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 47 The little white flower is about to turn black (7)

"Damn, I forgot to bring painkillers."

Living with cancer doesn't feel good at all.

Fusang curled up into a ball, with cold sweat on his forehead.

His pale lips were stained red with blood, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing was rapid.

"0013, if I am hurt to death, is the mission a failure?"

[Yes, if the task is not completed before the end of the life of the original owner, it will be counted as a failure. 】

0013 didn't seem to understand the meaning of Fusang's words, and his tone even showed a little joy.

Fusang's face was covered with black lines.

Ten thousand muddy horses galloped past in my heart.

She lay motionless on the edge of the bed, endured for two hours, and managed to endure this wave of pain.

When she regained her strength, her whole body was soaked in sweat, and the thin cloth was stuck to her body, sticky.

Fuso supported the wall, dragged her weak and weak legs, and moved step by step to the bathroom to take a bath.

After changing into the old clothes in the closet, he went out.

She was penniless, and her only valuable ring was thrown to the taxi driver.

She plans to get some money to buy painkillers.

When passing by a trash can against the wall, I suddenly heard a very slight gasp coming from behind the trash can.

Even though she smelled blood, she still walked over without any pause.

[Host, don’t you consider saving someone’s life?

Sheng made a seven-level pagoda! 】

"I'm here to do the mission, not to be the Virgin."

Fusang refused confidently.

Besides, if one accidentally saves a lunatic, that would be bad luck.

When passing by, F Fusang's peripheral vision was attracted by a tiny golden refracted light.

Take a step.

She walked a few steps backwards, and in the shadow of the trash can, a man in a suit and covered in blood appeared in her eyes.

His face was also covered with wounds, so he couldn't see clearly.

The eyelids are closed tightly, but there is still a slight breathing sound.

Fusang crouched down.

Instead of checking the man's injuries, she tore off a thumb-sized gold medal hanging from his neck.

He looked at the sun.

It's pure gold.

There are three small characters, Zuo Lihan.

She unceremoniously put the gold medal into her pocket, and then reached out to touch the man's chest.

The pectoral muscles are firm.

Too bad there's nothing else of value.

Withdrawing his hand, Fusang touched the man's trouser pocket again.

The fingertips quickly touch a tactile object.

Clenched the fingertips and pulled out.

It is a pure black men's wallet with soft leather, and it is worth a lot of money at first glance.

When I opened it, there were many cards of various kinds, and a few pieces of cash scattered around, and there were more than 1000 in a rough count.

Fusang took out the cards and threw them into the trash can, and put the cash in her pocket. She was going to find a place to sell the wallet and gold medal for money.

With money in his pocket, Fusang went straight to the hospital to buy MethyContin.

As for the man who was seriously injured and dying, she didn't care about his life at all.

MethContin is a state-controlled drug, and general pharmacies are not allowed to sell it.

Fortunately, there is a case of the original owner in the hospital system, and Fusang can easily buy the medicine.

On the way back, she bought a light porridge to take back.

Although he had no appetite, Fusang still forced himself to swallow it down.

On the sixth bite, I felt nauseated again.

Fusang covered her mouth and ran into the bathroom, vomited out the little food in her stomach again.

I couldn't control my vomiting and spit it out along with the bitter water.

In the end, she couldn't vomit anything out. After a few uncomfortable retching sounds, she fell to the ground holding the toilet in a state of exhaustion.

After panting for a long time and regaining some strength, Fusang got up and went back to the dining table.

The porridge has cooled down, with a thin layer of oil floating on it.

Fusang felt sick again looking at it.

She covered her mouth and pushed the cold porridge aside in disgust.

(End of this chapter)