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Chapter 162 He said: It doesn¡¯t feel good

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    "I asked you to come back for treatment more than half a year ago, but you didn't. You will definitely be happy if you die outside." Tu Kuan played another black chess piece to block Quan Jin's white chess piece.

    A backgammon game is a visual picture of playing Go.

    Quan Jin said nothing and played chess in silence.

    As Quan Jin raises his chess hand, the bell on his wrist will make a crisp sound, which is surprisingly pleasant.

    Tu Kuan has long disliked the bell, but he didn¡¯t dare to persuade his ancestor to take it, otherwise he would go crazy and show you again.

    ????????????? Tu Kuan asked him to stretch out his hand, and Quan Jin stretched out his hand, scratched Quan Jin¡¯s sleeve and looked at his inner arm. After reading it, he said: ¡°Looking at you like this, I guess it will be two or three months at most.¡±

    Quan Jin hummed and pulled down his sleeves: "You mean we have to start preparing for the funeral, right?"

    Tu Kuan: "I will find a way."

    Quan Jin: "Okay."

    Others are too calm and seem abnormal.

    If Quan Jin is too calm, it will be normal.

    Seeing that he was so calm, Tu Kuan had to remind him: "You have to know, what I said is that you have two or three months to live. If the medicine is not effective by then, you will only die."

    Quan Jin still hummed unhurriedly, as if the person whose life was at stake was not him.

    Tu Kuan knew Chi Yu very well, so he mentioned someone who could make him react emotionally.

    "The dead will be gradually forgotten year by year, until a few years later, the face of the deceased is almost no longer remembered. The people you care about will also forget you, Quan Jin, you will feel better if you think about it  ? She will forget you."

    Quan Jin¡¯s hand holding the white chess piece paused in mid-air.

    He raised his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and his deep pupils looked directly at Tu Kuan, who was sitting opposite him. He swallowed slightly and uttered the words with difficulty: "It doesn't feel good."

    "Then when you come back this time, just accept the treatment with peace of mind and don't run away again, okay." Tu Kuan comforted him.

    Quan Jin hummed: "Okay."

    No matter what Tu Kuan said at this moment, Quan Jin agreed very cooperatively.

    But how could Tu Kuan not know that Quan Jin could only half-listen to and half-believe what Quan Jin said, and his sincerity was only for one woman.  Tu Kuan had seen that woman before, when he secretly went to Suicheng¡ª

    I have to admit, it¡¯s really beautiful.

    Is this what the so-called hero has to do to be a beauty?  ?

    The key is that Quan Jin is not a hero, he is just like a reincarnated second generation ancestor.

    But Quan Jin is not blessed with a short life, so the line on his arm is his lifeline.  Tu Kuan is not a materialist. He believes that those wonderful and unexplainable things will exist.

    But Quan Jin is that mysterious and unexplainable existence.

    Incredible, right?

    Yes!

    Tu Kuan also found it incredible at first.

    "But it's true.

    ¡°And Quan Jin himself knew very early on that he wouldn¡¯t live long.

    However, more than half a year ago, when Tu Kuan was still using Quan Jin's genes to research anti-drugs, he discovered that Quan Jin's organs had gradually begun to fail. His physique would be twice, twice, three times weaker than ordinary people until his organs failed.  The day comes when you face death.

    As he thought about it, Tu Kuan¡¯s mind started to get excited again.

    The seventh time he said to Quan Jin: "If you die in the end, I suggest you donate your body to the country for research. The main reason is that genes like yours are too rare. What do you think?"

    Quan Jin picked up the water next to him and took a sip: "Cut it into pieces and soak it in formalin, or put it in a medical school classroom and be dissected in front of hundreds of people?"

    "" Tu Kuan smiled sarcastically, "Oh, you are overthinking it. If you are doing research in private, your body will definitely not be made public easily." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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