Blame him for being too pretty

Even though 57 was Song Yuhe's other personality, he had already made enough preparations, but Bo Qiao was still shocked by this sudden change of face.

Song Wuqi's personality would only appear when someone in Mofenfen bullied Song Yuhe. He was irritable and irritable. He hated all those who approached Song Yuhe for no reason, and felt that everyone in the world wanted to be unfavorable to them.

——Even the current Bo Qiao.

Song Yuhe was not sick, but Bo Qiao said he would treat his illness.

Song Wuqi thought about it, but he could only think of the exposure of the laboratory "Bionic Man 57". They knew the existence of Song Yuhe's dual personality and wanted to restore him to "normal".

And the only way to return to normal is to erase Song Wuqi's personality.

Song Yuhe had already promised him that the two would be together forever, so all those who tried to separate them would be villains.

Song Wuqi held the seemingly innocuous knife, and his violent and cold eyes scanned Bao Qiao's body around, and finally landed on Bao Qiao's neck.

His beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, not like Song Yuhe's usual harmless and obedient smile, but as if he was looking at a cold dead thing.

The indifferent gaze fell on the human body, but it was like carving a jade, thinking about where to land the next knife to be perfect enough.

Bo Qiao frowned, and was about to say something when the door beside him was gently pushed open, and Song Guanxing, who was in a daze, appeared at the door.

Song Wuqi, who was holding on to the file firmly and planning to rush up, was taken aback for a moment, instinctively put the file into his sleeve with his fingers, Mu Ran and Song Guanxing looked at each other, turned over and hid under the quilt.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Guanxing's face was covered with tears, but his condition is better now than before, and his voice was hoarse: "What's wrong with him?"

Bo Qiao shook her head lightly, and mouthed to him: Wuqi.

Song Guanxing was taken aback for a moment, and stepped forward hesitantly: "Xiaozhi?"

Song Wuqi was bored in the quilt, and said angrily: "Get out!"

Song Guanxing: "You..."

"I'm not sick." Song Wuqi said sullenly, "Don't bother me!"

Song Guanxing and Bao Qiao looked at each other, and Bo Qiao shook his head lightly. Song Guanxing had no choice but to give a few words of advice, and got an impatient "Get out" before he went out.

Bo Qiao rubbed the center of her brows, feeling that this day was like a dream, completely unreal.

Just now knowing that Song Yuhe has Hera Syndrome, Bo Qiao was frightened by the collapsed Song Guanxing before he even had time to panic. Now that he finally calmed down for a while, the sense of reality gradually spread in his heart.

Hera Syndrome...

Over the years, Bo Qiao has seen countless patients with Hera syndrome in order to study targeted drugs.

After the diagnosis of Hera Syndrome, the life expectancy is usually only three years at most. The first problem will be the limbs, followed by the failure of the internal organs, and finally spread to the heart.

During the last period of time, it was difficult for those patients to even breathe.

Bo Qiao has seen too many, but never thought that the people around him would suffer from this disease.

He was stunned for a long time, and Song Guanxing called him many times before he came back to his senses in a daze.

"what?"

"Targeted drug." Song Guanxing seemed to have aged a lot in this short hour, his eyes were full of exhaustion and despair, but when he looked at Bao Qiao, he rarely had any hope. He asked cautiously, " INC-647, a targeted drug for the treatment of Hera’s disease, where is it now?”

Bo Qiao looked a little ugly: "647..."

Song Guanxing even breathed lightly, his eyes were red, and he looked at him with the last glimmer of hope.

Bo Qiao didn't want to lie to him, and said truthfully: "Before there was no problem with the data, the research could be completed within three years, but now..."

Song Guanxing hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if it's later, I... I will give Xiao Zhi the best treatment, as long as I research it within four... five years."

He didn't want to make the decision of "only three years to live" for his younger brother so hastily, as if once he made the decision, Song Yuhe would definitely leave after three years.

Song Guanxing couldn't accept it.

The last time the experiment went wrong, it was because Bo Qiao was too eager for success, which led to errors in the data. He originally planned to follow the steps and try to develop INC completely within five years, but Song Guanxing's current prayers and Song Yuhe's pale and sick The pale face made him unable to slow down any longer.

Bo Qiao didn't have any other nonsense, just said to Song Guanxing: "Okay."

Song Guanxing had been holding his breath from the beginning, but when he saw Bo Qiao agreeing to him, he immediately let go of that tone, causing him to stagger and fall, almost fainting on the spot.

The disease of Hera Syndrome is so terrible that Song Guanxing no longer wants to care about the dual personality that hit him hard.

As long as Song Yuhe is still alive, even if he has a bunch of personalities, Song Guanxing can accept it.

After Bo Qiao agreed, he set off and returned to Pucun, and began to accelerate the speed of drug research and development without stopping.

Song Guanxing was hit too hard, and he finally recovered after lying in the medical cabin for a long time. He changed the clothes covered in cold sweat, tried his best to keep smiling, and gently knocked on the door of the ward.

Song Wuqi was still irritable. As soon as the door rang, he impatiently threw a vase on the door and said angrily, "Get out! I'm not sick!"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing's smile could hardly be maintained, but he had reached this point. He was very good at comforting himself, touched his chest, and said to himself: "It's okay, it's fine, it's fierce enough, and no one dares to bully the little girl." It's over, it's fine, it's great."

After constantly hypnotizing himself like this, Song Guanxing carefully opened the door, poked his head in, and whispered, "Xiao Zhi?"

Song Wuqi was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed and playing with a sharp file. When he saw the door open, he wanted to smash something through, but when he saw it was Song Guanxing, he reluctantly stopped, and said coldly: "Do it!" What?"

Song Guanxing had never seen Song Yuhe treat him with such a cold attitude. At this moment, he was treated so coldly for the first time, and his heart felt sour.

"It's nothing." Song Guanxing forced a smile, "I heard you didn't take the medicine, I'll come..."

Song Wuqi looked at him deeply: "How many times have I told you that I don't take medicine and I'm not sick, if you keep doing this..."

He probably wanted to kill Song Guanxing with a knife, but Song Wuqi was very special to Song Guanxing from the beginning, he hesitated for a while and didn't know how to say harsh words, so he could only say fiercely: "I hit you. "

Song Guanxing didn't know how to tell him about Hera's syndrome, and the degree of deterioration of patients with Hera's syndrome is also related to their mentality. After thinking for a long time, he decided to keep it a secret for the time being.

"It's just painkillers." Song Guanxing brought the medicine over and coaxed him, "Don't you have a heartache, just take it and you'll be fine."

Song Wuqi pushed his hand away impatiently: "I don't feel pain anywhere, don't give me medicine."

In fact, his legs and heart were always aching, but Song Wuqi was afraid that Song Guanxing and the others would bring him the medicine for treating dual personality, so he was extremely repulsed by all medicines.

The medicine in Song Guanxing's hand fell directly to the ground. He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't get angry. He bent down to pick up the medicine and threw it in the trash can, and said softly, "Then tell me when you feel pain, and I'll wait outside."

Song Wuqi thought he was annoying, but as soon as his eyes fell on Song Guanxing's pale and tired face, he couldn't let out the harsh words, and his brows became more and more frowned: "Hurry up and go back to sleep, let him come over Just do it."

Song Guanxing hesitated: "But..."

Song Wuqi was completely impatient, and grabbed Song Guanxing's hand and threw him to the ground, pressing his waist and abdomen angrily, and scolded coldly: "Can you stop so much nonsense, nagging, are you an old lady? ?! Believe it or not, I killed you?!"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing began to hypnotize himself again.

"Great, his younger brother is so fierce, no one in Mofenfen will dare to bully him."

Song Guanxing felt that he was about to be tortured into a shiver, and was kicked out by Song Wuqi, still reluctantly said: "Then I will go home first, and I will come over later."

He wanted to tell Song Yan about this, bring Song Yuhe's daily necessities and clothes, and go to Bao Qiao to see if there was enough funds for targeted drugs.

Song Yuhe said that he hated the smell of the hospital and didn't want to stay in the hospital for a long time, but after Hera's disease was diagnosed, he might have to stay in the hospital for a long time.

The more Song Guanxing thought about it, the more sad he felt, but Bo Qiao's INC-647 was like a steel wire holding on to his heart that was on the verge of despair, and the hardship gave him a glimmer of hope.

Song Guanxing waited for him to arrive, saw Song Wuqi's face full of "why haven't you gotten out?", knew that he didn't want to stay here by himself, so he reluctantly left the hospital.

Song Wuqi kept pretending to be obedient in the ward, until he was sure that Song Guanxing had left, and he got off the bed suddenly, his movements were clean and neat, and it seemed that he often fought.

He stood aside: "Yuhe?"

"Fuck off."

Song Wuqi scolded him impatiently, skillfully took off his hospital gown, without feeling ashamed to be naked, took out the clothes he wore in the morning from the closet, and put them on indiscriminately, as if he was in a hurry.

He recognized this person as the personality that suddenly appeared when the "57" bionic man was disassembled to replace the silver stabilizer, and he was not surprised. Seeing that he was wearing socks and shoes, and was about to go out with a bag on his back, he said suspiciously: "where are you going?"

Song Wuqi took off the optical brain from his hand and threw it under the pillow of the hospital bed.

——He knows that Song Yuhe's optical brain has a positioning system installed by Song Guanxing. As long as he wears the optical brain, he will be caught no matter where he goes.

"Stop talking nonsense." Song Wuqi hooked him, "Little stand-in, turn off all the positioning systems on your body."

The "little stand-in" obediently shut down the positioning program: "And then?"

Song Wuqi tossed his backpack and smiled, "Then, go back to Mofenfen."

It's too dangerous here.

If he stays here for a long time, Song Guanxing, Bo Qiao, and those doctors will definitely separate him from Song Yuhe.

Song Wuqi's common sense was almost on par with Song Yuhe's, and he didn't realize that those doctors were not psychiatrists who treated dual personalities.

Anyway, for him, all doctors want to destroy his second personality that shouldn't exist.

If you don't run now, you won't be able to run away when Song Guanxing comes back.

Song Wuqi's abacus was clattering, and with him who only listened to Song Yuhe, he successfully avoided all monitoring and left Nanhuai Hospital, and then changed his outfit in the clothes store next door, wearing a fox hat and a mask , Almost rolled the whole body into a ball.

He and he were waiting for the public transport with him, trying to avoid being caught by the camera.

Song Wuqi wore round-frame glasses, only revealing a pair of beautiful eyes, and his eyes fell on the last stop of the bus stop - Nanhuai Airport.

He left Nanhuai Star in a flying boat, landed at a small airport on any planet, and transferred a few more flying boats, and he would definitely wipe out all the people who came looking for him.

Thinking of this, he rolled his eyes and smiled so rarely that he looked like Song Yuhe.

He turned his head and glanced, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, the bus slowly approached the station.

He waited patiently for the car to pull into the station, when he suddenly felt Song Wuqi hold his cold hand.

He looked down at him: "what's the matter?"

Song Yuhe, who was dressed in fur, looked at him in confusion as if he had just woken up: "He, where are we going?"

He was taken aback.

Song Yuhe was rarely sober, but his mind was still blurred. He muttered softly, "Where are we going?"

Song Wuqi laughed and said, "Let's go back to Mo Fenfen."

Song Yuhe said blankly: "Go back to Mo Fenfen? Why go back to Mo Fenfen?"

He doesn't want to go back to Mo Fenfen.

Song Wuqi coaxed him gently as if he was trying to trick an ignorant child: "Didn't you say you would be with me forever?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "Yes, with 57."

Song Wuqi: "Then we will go back to Mo Fenfen, and we will be together forever after we go back to Mo Fenfen."

Song Yuhe was even more at a loss, as if he couldn't understand Song Wuqi's words, but his reliance on 57's instinct was still deep in his bones, so he nodded in a daze.

"Oh, good, go back to Mofenfen."

Song Wuqi successfully regained consciousness, raised his hand and gracefully pushed back the eyes that were about to fall to the bridge of his nose, turned his head and smiled at him: "Huh? What's wrong?"

Even if he couldn't feel the warmth of a human being, seeing a person talking to himself with a different personality for a long time, he still shuddered without a trace.

"Let's go." Song Wuqi didn't take back his hand, but took him by the hand and dragged him onto the bus. He said in an extremely casual tone, "From today on, your name will be 57."

He looked at him in surprise.

Song Wuqi personally chose the substitute, intending to create an illusion for Song Yuhe that 57 has been repaired. Anyway, Song Yuhe's memory and emotions, as the second personality, he can control at will.

Song Wuqi pulled him into the empty car, sat on the back seat, raised his hand and stroked his face lightly.

Song Wuqi, who had obtained all the permissions, just moved slightly, and silver flowed gently on his handsome face, and a scar exactly the same as the bionic man 57 appeared in an instant.

He touched his face and looked at Song Wuqi blankly.

Song Wuqi looked like a child who was traveling far for the first time, sitting on a chair with legs alternated, and looking at him with his chin propped up.

——Round-frame glasses would have made people look youthful, but when they were worn on his face, they added a strange and indifferent temperament.

Song Wuqi smiled happily and said, "Let's go home together, 57."