I'm just sick

Eleven looked at Ling Zhi with misty eyes, her eyes were in a trance, and she was already a little confused, her lips were trembling slightly due to pain.

"Dean... President..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I—" Ling Zhi took out the heart disease medicine and fed him.

After taking the medicine, Eleven didn't show any signs of improvement, and the sound of breathing gradually weakened, as if she didn't even have the strength to linger on.

Ling Zhi touched his heartbeat, which was extremely fast and irregular.

A-Syndrome, namely ventricular fibrillation, the most fatal arrhythmia.Possible pulse loss, cardiac arrest followed by sudden death.

Defibrillator, if there is a defibrillator, it can be rescued.

The defibrillator is in another laboratory outside, but Admiral Zhao is also outside.

To save Eleven's life while exposing Eleven's congenital deficiencies, or to protect the research project?

Ling Zhi thought about it for a long time, finally lowered his head, and decided to look at Eleven curled up into a ball with cold eyes. His well-knit and slender hands were exposed with blue veins, and he clutched the front of his chest fiercely, constantly twitching and struggling.

Ling Zhi was extremely guilty, so guilty that he didn't have the courage to approach him, and he didn't have the courage to wipe off his cold sweat.Facing the moral torture and that face that resembles Brother Yan, every second is a torment.

Sorry, after eleven there can be twelve, thirteen...but this is the only project.I want brother Yan to come back, I can't allow the slightest difference in this project.

The people on the ground gradually became motionless.

Ling Zhi took a deep breath, and pressed his trembling hand on his carotid artery.

Fortunately, still alive.

Xie Ran stood in the small space constructed by the system, folded his arms, and watched Ling Zhi's every move through the huge screen.

It's really ruthless. If it wasn't for the blessing of the system, the severe ventricular fibrillation just now would not be enough to play with no matter how many lives.

"Can you separate his affection for Zhou Jiyan and me?"

[Yes, but there may be some errors, the error value is very small, the host can rest assured. 】

After a while, the long progress bar that was originally approaching red began to decline, the color became lighter, and finally stopped at a position of about 14 in total length.

"It's not too low, this height doesn't care about my life." Xie Ran shook his head helplessly, saying that he was not sad at all, it was a lie, he has always devoted himself to the strategy mission, so naturally he can't be treated as a spectator, What's more, they were so affectionate in the last world...

When he woke up again in a daze, Xie Ran subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes with the ever-bright daylight in the laboratory.My whole body is uncomfortable, my stomach hurts and my heart hurts, and I can't exert any strength at all, and I can't help but feel a little irritable.He didn't pay attention to the needle tube in his hand, and when he raised his hand, the blood returned from the needle immediately. Most likely, it was the stomach pain caused by the needle injection, so he simply pulled out the needle directly, lifted the white or white quilt and sat up.

The instrument started beeping immediately, he raised his hand and tapped lightly, there was a weak electric current, sparks crackled softly, and the ward became quiet again.

"eleven," Ling Zhi pushed open the door and walked in, holding a sick meal prepared by a nutritionist in his hand--a liquid food that makes people lose their appetite just by looking at it. Eleven tilted his head in disgust, "Dean," his voice was low and hoarse, which surprised him too.

"Take good care of your body during this time, and you must not use your abilities anymore." Ling Zhi's attitude is rigorous and serious, which is the scientific research spirit when facing work, cleverly covering up his guilt.

Eleven couldn't help subconsciously glanced at the device that had been damaged by his electricity, blinked his eyes and thought about it, trying to find an excuse, but in the end he lowered his head as if nothing had happened.

Ling Zhi was amused by his blank look, and there was a hint of warmth in his eyes, and he joked, "This set of equipment is very valuable, if you sell it, you can pay back the money."

"I'm more expensive. With my rarity and cost, I should be able to buy hundreds of these machines," Eleven said seriously, analyzing his own price very seriously and objectively.

Ling Zhi thought of his days and nights of hard research, and nodded in agreement: Yes, my labor is much more expensive than this broken machine.

"Let's eat, eleven." Ling Zhi turned the spoon to his side.

"Don't eat." Eleven didn't want to refuse directly. The nutritionist didn't treat him as a human being at all, but as if the country protected animals. He didn't consider the taste of the food at all, and only wanted him to live longer after eating.

Not to mention eating, just smelling it makes my stomach hurt even more.

"This is an order." Ling Zhi said with a sullen face.

That's right, no matter how bad it is, he has no right to be picky, and the control of life is not in his hands. Whether he is created or destroyed in the future, it is not up to him to decide by himself. It is really helpless.

"Yes." Ling Zhi didn't see the emotion in Eleven's eyes, he obediently took the bowls and chopsticks, looked at the plates of unpalatable food on the table on the bed, and began to eat without saying a word.

Ling Zhi felt a little regretful at the side: I was a little too strict, after all, he almost saved his life to save this project, which is considered a great contribution, why don't you treat him better.

"Drink some water." Ling Zhi wanted to ease the tense atmosphere, reached out and poured a glass of water from the kettle by the table and handed it to him.

"Okay." Eleven looked down at the cold water that was not even a little warm, and obediently poured down a whole glass.

I really don't know how to take care of people, little dean, and I don't know how to heat the water a little bit.

"Hey, this is not an order, you don't have to—" Eleven had already put the empty glass back.

After pouring down a glass of cold water, I immediately had stomach cramps.Cramp-like pains continuously tormented him. This was not the handiwork of the system, but the fact that this body really had a lot of flaws.

Eleven's hand holding the spoon was getting stronger and stronger, and his knuckles and fingertips began to turn white. He took a deep breath, held the spoon firmly, and continued to drink a whole bowl of "nutritious meal" that tasted weird and hard to swallow.

Ling Zhi was distracted thinking about the memory chip, and didn't notice anything strange about Eleven.It wasn't until Eleven put down the spoon and leaned on the erected pillow as if he was relieved that Ling Zhi came back to his senses, "Are you finished eating? Move around and digest."

"Okay." Eleven let go of the sheets that were tightly gripping the sheets, got out of bed and put on her shoes.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Ling Zhi noticed that Eleven seemed to be a little unsteady on his feet, and his face was extremely pale. The temperature of the air conditioner was quite moderate, so he shouldn't be so hot that his forehead was covered with sweat.

Eleven lowered her head, as if she didn't hear it.

Ling Zhi had no choice but to repeat "Are you—" Before he finished speaking, Eleven had already supported the table next to him with one hand, covered his mouth with the other, bent slightly, his shoulders trembled slightly, and tried his best to endure something.

Ling Zhi hurriedly helped him to sit down, and gently patted his back, "Is it nausea? Don't hold back and throw up when you feel like throwing up."

Eleven wanted to shake her head, but when she turned her head lightly, she immediately felt that she couldn't bear it any longer. She got up and rushed to the bathroom, before she even had time to close the door, she threw up next to the toilet in the dark.

He vomited up all the food he ate just now, but he was still nauseated and retched uncontrollably. Every time he retched, his stomach shrank violently. The pain caused him to continue to retch, and a vicious cycle started.

Ling Zhi stood beside him at a loss, so he could only pat him on the back, "Don't," Eleven stopped this action to add insult to injury, "Dean... don't look at me... go out first"

"I don't dislike it," Ling Zhi stopped patting his hand on the back, "Are you feeling sick to your stomach?"

Because Eleven was uncomfortable, Ling Zhi immediately became very soft-hearted.

"Dean, I'm sorry." Eleven lowered her head, like a child who has done something wrong.

sorry for what?Ling Zhi didn't realize it for a while, but he realized after a while, "It's okay, I don't blame you, just throw up if you vomit, and tell me if you feel uncomfortable, remember?" Belly, transfer the heat over.

Without facing a big decision, Ling Zhi himself can hardly believe that he, who is known as a gentle and benevolent person, once chose to let a person with a heart attack die on his own.But he could only choose between the only experimental project that had the hope of resurrecting his relatives, and the experimental product that was not very successful.

Xie Ran knew that he was not a hard-hearted person, but he just couldn't have it both ways.