Wizard he really doesn't want to roll [Rebirth]

Blood, glaring blood everywhere.

Lin Xiaoming struggled to get out of the escape pod. The strong vibration of the fall made the internal organs seem to be displaced, and the blood in his mouth was spurting out of the corners of his lips with every big gasp.

Several ribs were broken, his left leg had already lost all feeling, his hearing, which was far beyond ordinary people, was disabled due to the loud noise of the fall, and the pain from the clothes rubbing against his skin was so intense, the five senses that had been strengthened by the Sentinel became all he had at this moment. source of pain.

There was chaos in the mental picture, and the mechanical city he carefully built collapsed, leaving only a bare framework, which was being swept by a storm.

The burning pain of the flames seemed to still be in the nerve endings. A few minutes ago, a woman in a black dress was holding a cat with heterochromatic eyes in her arms. She stood outside the open door and watched him turn into ashes in the sea of ​​fire with cold eyes.

He didn't die on the battlefield, but died in the political struggle, how... ridiculous!

The raging flames engulfed his body, but before his consciousness completely disappeared, he opened his eyes again.

The alarm lights in the escape cabin flickered wildly, and countless information captured by the five keen senses rushed into his mind, instantly awakening all of Lin Xiaoming's consciousness, and the ground below, which was rapidly approaching, was a lush forest in the dark night.

The uncontrollable five senses, the pain all over his body and the rough city in his mental picture are all telling Lin Xiaoming this impossible fact that is actually presented in front of him——

This is the night he awakens as the Dark Sentinel!

Lin Xiaoming spat out all the blood in his mouth, supported the tree beside him and struggled to get up. The blood flowed down from his forehead, passed through his eyes, and stained half of his vision.

As the only dark sentinel for hundreds of years, he thought that he could do everything with the most powerful force, but he still lost to the struggle of the powerful in the alternation of power.

Since God gave him a chance to live again, he will never, never repeat the tragedy of his previous life again!

The strong wind howled, and the bean-sized raindrops were rolled and smashed on the hot body, washing away all the filth. The force of the falling brought an indescribable dull pain to the young sentinel, and the biting cold made him tremble.

The silver-white lightning split the sky and illuminated the road ahead in an instant. He couldn't hear the thunder due to his hearing loss due to overload, but he could feel the slight vibration of the earth.

The dusty memories deep in his mind were awakened, his sense of hearing began to recover slowly, and the pursuers were right behind him. Lin Xiaoming could even hear the barking of dogs from far away. He held his breath, dragged his broken body, step by step Moved to the depths of the forest.

Hurry up, hurry up, you must not be chased!

But compared to the pain in the wound, the more unbearable pain came from every blood vessel, as if the blood in his body was burning.

The collapse of the mental landscape is still going on. In the dark, Lin Xiaoming heard the cry of the young snow leopard. His mental body was faintly hidden in the rain because of his excessive weakness. He also endured boundless pain and could only whine.

Lin Xiaoming struggled to walk a hundred meters, but finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

He is experiencing the "burning blood" during his awakening. During this half-month-long process, his genes will be completely rewritten, all the cells in his body will be replaced by new cells, and his body shape and appearance will undergo tremendous changes. Incinerated Pain is reborn as a Dark Sentinel.

In the previous life, he hid in a cave on the rock wall, hoping that the heavy rain would wash away all the traces left along the way, but he was still found the next day.

Since then, as the only dark sentinel who has awakened for hundreds of years, Lin Xiaoming has become a pawn in the hands of the powerful. He was cultivated, used, traded, betrayed, and finally abandoned.

Lin Xiaoming stretched out his hand, grasped the muddy ground with five fingers, pulled his body with all his strength, and crawled forward inch by inch.The wind is howling, the rain is beating the leaves, the footsteps are chaotic and the dogs are barking more and more clearly, the pursuers are right behind!

The gaps between the fingers were filled with muddy water, and the pulps of the fingers were ground to the point of blood. The river ahead was rushing faster than ever under the torrential rain, rumbling.

In the dark night, there seems to be a small white figure spread its wings, piercing the rainstorm and flying across the mountains and forests.

The beams of the strong flashlight from behind intertwined in the forest, and were about to shine on him.

Lin Xiaoming gritted his teeth tightly. He grabbed the scattered stones on the bank, kicked with all his strength, and plunged into the river!

The rushing water instantly involved him, and he disappeared without a trace, leaving only a hideous and straight bloodstain on the bank, which was being washed away by the rain.

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The drizzle fell on the car window, blurring the outside scene, Lu Jin looked away, leaned back in the chair, and closed his eyes wearily.

He was wearing a black suit with a white flower on his chest. Even if he closed his eyes and took a rest, his brows were still furrowed, and the fundus of his eyes was dark blue from poor rest.

The driver glanced at him from the rearview mirror, but did not speak to the young man who had just returned from the cemetery. The continuous rain for several days magnified all the sad emotions, and the driver couldn't help but sighed silently, and turned the car away. The window is opened a crack for ventilation.

The communicator on the wrist lit up, and the vibration woke up Lu Jinchao immediately. He glanced at the caller ID, connected the call, and his voice was still restrained and polite: "Hello."

The woman's voice was urgent: "Doctor Lu, I am the family member of the patient in bed 14. My son suddenly started vomiting in the morning. Can you come over and have a look?"

"I'll be there right away." Lu Jinchao put the phone away a little bit, and said to the driver, "Central Hospital, thank you."

The taxi turned around and headed for Nantianxing Central Hospital.

Lu Jinchao hurried into the gate of the hospital. His black suit and white flowers kept attracting the attention of others. He took off his suit jacket and held it in his hands. He took the elevator to the department he was in charge of, regardless of straightening his collar.

The nurse was in the ward, and the woman who just called him was standing by the bed, her eyes were red, while the young boy was lying on the bed with a tube stuck in his nose, his skin was abnormally yellow, even his eyeballs were red. Yellow, looks not in good spirits.

"How is it?" Lu Jinchao put down his coat, took the form from the nurse, and scanned the medication items and recent inspection results.

Nurse: "I vomited for the first time at [-]:[-], I vomited for the second time at [-]:[-], and I just vomited for the third time, and the vomit was normal."

Lu Jinchao handed the list to the nurse, leaned over to check the boy's signs, put one hand into the quilt, and gently pressed the boy's stomach: "Does it hurt here?"

The boy shook his head and whispered, "It doesn't hurt."

"What about here?"

"It doesn't hurt either."

Lu Jin stood up straight, pinched the quilt for the boy, and said to the nervous woman, "It's not a big problem. I changed the medicine yesterday. This is a normal reaction to changing the medicine. It should be all right tomorrow, and I need to pump the ascites again in the afternoon." .”

The woman breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good."

Lu Jin looked at the boy and said softly, "You must cooperate well with the treatment. Your father's indicators have already reached the standard. We are all waiting for you. If the situation is good, the first transplant operation can begin next week."

The boy nodded, showing a smile missing a baby tooth: "Okay."

Lu Jinchao arranged other matters, and said to the nurse, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

The nurse nodded. She obviously knew about Lu Jinchao's recent situation, so she whispered, "Dr. Lu, my condolences."

Lu Jin nodded, walked out of the ward, and heard the woman in the room say to the boy: "Doctor Lu is very good. I heard that he studied at Capital Star First Medical University at the age of 15, graduated with a doctorate at the age of 21, and works in the hospital. After two years, I became an attending physician, and I can perform three operations at the same time, and your operation will be performed by Dr. Lu, so it will definitely go smoothly."

The boy's innocent voice sounded: "Wow! That's amazing, but why does such an amazing Doctor Lu work in our little Nantianxing?"

Lu Jin's eyes suddenly darkened, and he stopped quickly, supporting the wall to stabilize his figure.

Eyeballs swelled and his consciousness became chaotic at this moment, preventing him from hearing how the woman answered.

Lu Jinchao controlled his breathing, endured the symptoms of hypoglycemia, and opened his eyes again. He took a deep breath, resisted the sadness spreading in his heart and the exhaustion in his soul, and turned to enter the elevator.

He needs to go home quickly to rest and take in some energy. Not only this morning, he didn't eat last night.

The elevator door opened, and Lu Jin walked in with his head down. When the door closed, he realized that there was another person inside.

"Jin Chao, why are you here?"

Lu Jin turned his head, saw the man behind him, and recognized Yin Qi from the sentinel department next door: "Something is wrong with the patient, come and have a look."

Yin Qi is a few years older than Lu Jinchao. He is tall and good-looking. He is the son of the dean.

Unlike sentries who have extremely sensitive five senses, people who only awaken one to four senses are called guards, while Yin Qi is a guard who has awakened the senses of sight and smell.

"It's been hard work." Yin Qi paused, put one hand on Lu Jin's shoulder, and asked softly, "Do you want to go back now? Do you want me to see you?"

Lu Jin glanced at the hand on his shoulder, and sighed silently: "I'll just take a taxi."

Yin Qi nodded, but still didn't let go of his hand: "If you have any difficulties this time, come to me at any time, as long as you ask, I can help you with anything."

The elevator door opened at this moment, giving Lu Jinchao a chance not to answer, he nodded indiscriminately, and took a step: "I'll go first."

"Be careful on the road." Finally, he squeezed his hand lightly and slid from Lu Jin to his shoulder.

Watching Lu Jinchao hurried out of the hospital gate, Yin Qi raised his hand and sniffed. He could clearly distinguish the smell of Lu Jinchao, which was very clean, with the smell of rain outside and white chrysanthemums.

Lu Jinchao stood on the side of the road waiting for the bus, the drizzle wet his shoulders, the taxi came, splashed the stagnant water on the side of the road when it stopped, and splashed on his trousers.

Lu Jinchao sat in the back row and reported his home address. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes exhausted.

——Why does Dr. Lu, who is so powerful, work in our little Nantianxing?

In the drowsy dream, the child's immature words echoed repeatedly, intertwined with the former mentor's painstaking efforts to retain him, binding him like a nightmare.

When he was woken up by the driver, he suddenly didn't know where he was. Lu Jinchao struggled to open his eyes, got out of the car and returned home.

The furnishings in the home still remain the same as when he left this morning. There is a pair of black and white portraits on the cabinet, and the old couple smiles gently towards the front.

Lu Jinchao put the white chrysanthemum in the breast pocket of his suit on the cabinet, wiped the portrait carefully, and then walked lightly into the master bedroom.

There was a young boy lying on the bed. Even though he was completely dependent on nutrient solution and various injections for his life these days, he was tall and strong. His eyes were closed, and his face gradually lost its childishness and became clear.

The young man frowned, as if he was struggling in extreme pain. Lu Jinchao made sure that the temperature and humidity in the room were kept at a comfortable level, and leaned down to gently touch his forehead.

As if the high fever that was about to burn his palms had slowly receded, Lu Jinchao heaved a sigh of relief, and took out a nutrient solution and fed it to him.

If it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't use needles on the teenager. For the sentinel, the pain caused by the needle piercing the skin would be magnified thousands of times.

He picked up the boy the day after his father died. He drove to the river to relax, and found a figure washed up on the bank. The boy was covered in blood and was experiencing a high fever.

Lu Jin recognized the sentinel at first glance, and quickly gave him first aid treatment. When he was about to send him to the hospital, the boy suddenly grabbed his hand.

Even though he was extremely weak and unconscious, the boy still tried his best, muttering "I won't go to the hospital" in high fever.

A desperate young sentinel who was washed ashore by the river.Lu Jinchao keenly felt what had happened to him, and after hesitating, he took the boy back to his home.

The boy looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he didn't have anything to prove his identity. Lu Jinchao could only settle him at home.

For the next ten days or so, the boy's appearance will undergo tremendous changes every day. He does not eat or drink, but metabolizes a lot of things from the pores of his body. Lu Jinchao gave him a blood test, and the results of each blood test were different. all the same.

When he was studying at the university in Capital Star, Lu Jinchao heard about this phenomenon that only appeared in sentries. "Burning blood" is a test that some extremely strong sentries have to undergo when they awaken, and it rarely happens. In the recorded examples The symptoms shown are not too strong, at most they are persistent high fever and some changes in appearance.

It was the first time for Lu Jinchao to see such intense burning blood, as if the blood in his body was really burning in his veins, so intense that he thought many times that the boy would die on a certain night.

After confirming that the boy was in good condition, Lu Jinchao wiped his body and left gently.

The hunger in his belly had turned into weakness. Lu Jinchao opened the refrigerator, and it was empty. Since his father died, he seemed to have never bought anything.

Lu Jinchao could only take out a nutrient solution from the bottom column, heated it in a water bath, and drank it in one gulp.

At least to ensure that hypoglycemia will not happen again.

Lu Jinchao lay on the sofa and casually ordered a takeaway. The sky was gloomy, and the room seemed to be dark after the curtains were drawn.

Finally able to rest, exhaustion surged up overwhelmingly, and almost a second after closing the takeaway software, Lu Jinchao fell into a deep sleep.

He heard the sound of the waves, and the damp steam hit his face, carrying the saltiness of the sea.

Lu Jinchao opened his eyes, the bamboo raft was floating on the sea, and he was lying curled up on the bamboo raft.

A white bird is flying in the sky, but all it can see is the never-ending sea. It can't find any place to settle, so it can only continue to fly.

Maybe never find a place to rest.

Just like him, he doesn't know where he will drift with the bamboo raft.

Lu Jin stretched out his hand, wanting the bird to rest on his arm or on the bamboo raft for a while.

The ringing of the bell woke him up suddenly, the sea surface, the breeze, and the white birds all disappeared, and he was the only one in the empty living room.

Lu Jinchao pressed hard on his sore forehead and struggled to get up.

Takeaway has arrived.