Water and Fire Twins Magician

The modern medical community divides the pain that the human body endures into ten levels.

Level one is like a mosquito bite, which is almost imperceptible.

Level four is mild pain such as being slapped or having your hair pulled during a fight.

The most severe level, level ten, is the pain of uterine contractions during childbirth, which is extremely unbearable and excruciating.

The only thing that can be compared to this is what Castro is currently experiencing: more than 90% of his body is burned.

Castro could not experience the pain of childbirth, but only felt the greatness of mothers. Because he was experiencing the same level 10 pain, he almost had no courage to live.

He really wanted to shout out loud: "Give me a quick death!" But his lips were burned badly and stuck together. The slightest movement caused him to feel excruciating pain.

It doesn't matter if it hurts to death, the problem is that it hurts half to death.

He could only keep using his eyes to convey his feelings to the nurses, hoping that they would inject him with the maximum dose of painkillers allowed by doctors and the law.

Even so, he still had to continue to endure this inhuman pain, and his body could no longer withstand more painkillers.

This was his fifth day in the hospital. Every day, after confirming that his vital signs were stable, the doctors would excitedly announce that this was a miracle from heaven, because no one had ever been able to survive for so long with such extensive burns.

Because no one planned to save him, and from the very beginning, everyone thought that there was no hope for his recovery.

The level 10 pain tortured him, making it almost impossible for him to fall asleep. His burnt eyelids kept oozing out an unknown liquid, which covered the world in front of him with a layer of dark yellow, making him feel as if there was a barrier between him and the world in front of him.

But he still ignored the nurses' advice and insisted on opening his eyes as much as possible, because he was worried that he would say goodbye to this world at any time, even though what he saw was almost only the white ceiling above his head.

His other senses had long been destroyed in the fire. His hearing was not seriously damaged, but the severe pain caused strong tinnitus and auditory hallucinations, making him almost deaf.

At first, he tried to convince himself to hold on, believing that a miracle would happen to him.

Gradually, other thoughts besides survival appeared in his mind. He kept recalling the people he loved and the things he liked, hoping to use happy memories to alleviate the pain and allow himself to continue to persevere.

On the seventh day, he felt that he was barely surviving. His attachment to the human world and his thoughts about his relatives and friends became meaningless in the face of endless pain.

He didn't want to think about anyone or anything that could stir up his emotions. He only focused on some boring trivialities and boring daily life, and he was very serious about it, even more serious than when he took the college entrance examination. After all, there was nothing else he could do in his current life.

He thought of a time when he was a child, during a heavy rain, when the adults were rushing home, and he was the only one hiding under the eaves, looking from afar at a wild cat lying lazily under a truck on the roadside. It stretched its body leisurely, looked around, and fell asleep again, as if the busy world had nothing to do with it.

He let his thoughts wander: "What color was the truck? Blue? Silver? Um...truck...truck..."

Suddenly he thought of his own name.

Castro.

From childhood to adulthood, from school to work, whenever he needed to introduce himself, he would always be asked if he was a foreigner, and without exception, they would use his name as a joke, which caused him a lot of trouble.

When he grew up, he searched the Internet and found that although the surname "Ka" was not included in the Hundred Family Surnames, the distribution of the surname "Ka" across the country was not as small as he had imagined. In the village where he was born, there were many families with the surname Ka.

The name "Si Chu" actually has an oriental charm when viewed alone. But when combined with the surname, it instantly turns into a foreign friend.

His parents were not intellectuals, nor were they Western-worshipping, but for some reason they gave him a very "Western" name.

"Western? What does your name have to do with foreigners? I think there is no name more patriotic than this~" His father appeared in his memory. He was waving a big palm fan and squatting in front of his own door.

"Yes, the name Si Chu is very common in our hometown." The mother in the yard was busy picking up corn cobs in the bamboo basket.

But as for him, after thinking about it, he could not appreciate the patriotic sentiment of the name Castro. Only the word "Chu" reminded him of the glorious ancient country he had learned about in history books.

Si Chu...Si Chu...Si Chu...

Although its status is not as high as that of the great unified dynasties such as the Han and Tang dynasties, the Chu State is also among the most well-known.

His thoughts were drifting, but suddenly he hit a dead end and couldn't get out. The memory stopped for only half a second, and Castro was immediately overwhelmed by the pain all over his body.

His consciousness and emotions melted into a paste in the flames.

The color of the truck, the origin of the name, the longing for the motherland, none of them mattered. The piercing pain made everything seem ethereal.

"Please... As long as I can stop feeling pain, I am willing to give everything. I can turn into a truck... I can revive the Chu Dynasty... I can do anything..."

"It's a deal."

Suddenly, the intense tinnitus in my ears disappeared instantly, and the world became silent. A clear, bright, and slightly delicate female voice sounded in my ears.