The Secret History of Mars

"No!!" A fierce roar came from Jia Liang!

Yuan Yizhou was shocked and must leave this spiritual mirror maze as soon as possible!

The spiritual mirror seemed to understand his mind, making the light path in front of Yuan Yizhou look endless!

"Mr. Yizhou, don't worry, the fun has just begun!" It was the same ghostly background sound just now.

As soon as the voice fell, his eyes turned pale. When Yuan Yizhou's eyes adjusted, he saw clearly that this was the ICU ward of the hospital!

Doctors in white coats hurried in and out.

"Stop the bleeding quickly. The patient is likely to need another operation. Contact the operating room immediately and prepare the operating table!" The attending doctor standing next to the hospital bed looked at the pile of monitors in front of him and frowned as he ordered his medical team, "Give the heart I called experts from the Department of Chest and Pulmonary Medicine. This operation requires the cooperation of two departments!"

Yuan Yizhou did not stop and continued walking along the light path to Shuangzun Hall.

Moving forward, the scene changes, and the patient information card on the ICU bed comes into view.

"Patient name: Yuan Yizhou

Diagnosis: Alveolar rupture in the left upper chest, accompanied by damage to the capillaries in the heart

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Important contact: Cui Xingmeng

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This time the spiritual mirror was really working. Yuan Yizhou felt that the blood in his body had been drained, his chest was filled with liquid, and it became difficult to breathe!

He had to stop and stand there, trying to adjust himself by taking a deep breath.

"Inform the family and sign the informed consent form for the operation immediately!" A group of people pushed the ICU bed and rushed to the operating room. The assistant doctor told his assistant, "immediately transfer all type O blood in the blood bank to the operating room. The patient has lost blood." More than 50%!”

After hearing this, Yuan Yizhou felt dizzy and could no longer stand still. He could only squat down!

He had already recalled the feeling of suffocation that night, but after entering the emergency center, he lost consciousness. Today was the first time he saw the scene after he was unconscious!

At this time, he had been pushed into the operating room. Under the shadowless light, the skin of the chest that had just been sutured was skillfully pulled apart by the doctor using a scalpel.

Every stab hurts Yuan Yizhou!

Yuan Yizhou was a little envious at this moment, lying on the operating table under general anesthesia!

Growing up, he was most afraid of injections. Even if he was given an intravenous drip or the nurse pricked his veins a few times, he would faint from the injections and blood.

But at this time, he was lying on the operating table, letting others slaughter him!

The skin, muscles, and ribs were peeled off layer by layer, which was heartbreaking!

"The left lung collapsed by 80%, and the blood loss was 60%..." The surgeon in charge reported those cold numbers calmly and professionally.

Yuan Yizhou, who was squatting on the light road, already felt that his life was passing by little by little, and the god of death was in front of him, waving to him.

"The fibrosis of the left lung is so severe that it is difficult to suture it with a needle. It is recommended that the lung lobe be directly cauterized and adhered to the chest!"

Yes, Yuan Yizhou knew about the operation and the final rescue plan. Until now, his left lung felt numb, and now his chest was burning like a fire!

When the camera turned, it was Cui Xingmeng, her lover, calling her sister!

Outside the emergency center, Cui Xingmeng, who had been waiting for news all night, looked tired and pale!

Cui Xingmeng's hand kept shaking when dialing the phone. It took several attempts before he dialed Sister Yuan's number.

"Sister, it's me, Xingmeng!" A trembling, helpless, desperate and fearful voice.

"Xingmeng, what's wrong with you?" It's five o'clock in the morning, and Sister Yuan hasn't gotten up yet.

"Yizhou... his alveoli ruptured and caused internal bleeding. He is currently undergoing surgery for rescue. I just signed the informed consent form. It has been three hours and there is still no news!" Cui Xingmeng's voice was very floating.

"What happened?!" Sister Yuan woke up and asked.

"After he worked out last night, he said he didn't feel well, so we thought it would be fine if he took a rest," Cui Xingmeng's voice was still trembling and erratic, "but in the middle of the night, he said he had difficulty breathing. By the time I sent him to the emergency center, he had already Lost consciousness!"

"What did the doctor say?" As the head nurse of her hometown hospital, Sister Yuan was extremely calm in handling this situation, which made Cui Xingmeng calm down a lot.

"The doctor said that his left upper lung may have become severely fibrotic due to long-term PM2.5 penetration, so it is only a matter of time before the alveoli rupture!" Cui Xingmeng also forced himself to calm down, "It was just an accident that the ruptured alveoli shattered." The capillaries around the heart were damaged, and I have been bleeding internally from last night to now!"

"My parents are old. If, I mean just in case, something happens to Yizhou, I need my sister to take the trouble to tell the two old people for me!" Although they haven't officially gotten married yet, the Yuan family has already arranged Cui Xingmeng regards her as her daughter-in-law! Especially Yuan's mother, her love for her gave Cui Xingmeng, who was born in an unfortunate family of origin, a rare sense of family warmth.

Comparing his feelings, Cui Xingmeng bothered Yizhou's sister and asked her to help buffer the situation in order to prevent the two elders from being too worried.

Yuan Yizhou looked at his lover's pain and struggle, and his physical pain added to his heartache.

At this time, the God of Death, who was standing not far in front of him, slowly walked up to him, stretched out a bony hand, and said, "Come, child, come with me, I can make all this pain end!"

Yuan Yizhou's face was now sallow and he was sweating profusely. The pain he had never experienced in his life was now soberly stimulating every nerve in him!

He raised his head and stared into the eyes of death!

"Stop struggling, life is too hard! I will take you to the paradise world without pain, come on!" The hand of the god of death stretched closer, with a cold and holy light. Just look at Yuan Yizhou's chest The burning pain can be reduced a lot!

The sudden relief after severe pain, its comfort far exceeds the ordinary pain-free feeling, and makes people want to stop. This is why many people become addicted to fitness!

"Come on, give me your hand!" The God of Death continued to bewitch Yuan Yizhou gently.

Yuan Yizhou looked down at his hands. His long white fingers, well-defined joints, neatly manicured nails, and the soul-protecting wristband Xingmeng gave him on his wrist were already blood red, as if he had cut his wrists...

"Yes, reach over here and all the pain will be gone!" There was a trace of joy hidden in the groan of the God of Death.

Yuan Yizhou put his hands on the ground, stood up again, and faced death!

"Thanks, no need!"

"What did you say?" Death asked in disbelief at the sudden change of the prey that was about to take the bait.

"Pain is the purest purification of life. Thank you for accompanying us all the way, making our life more meaningful!" Yuan Yizhou said with tears in his eyes.

"This is impossible~!!!" The ghostly background voice roared again, and the images of the God of Death and the operating room disappeared like wind and clouds.

In the spiritual mirror, the calamity of life and death has been broken!

Yuan Yizhou took a closer look and found that he was already standing at the end of the light path. The magnificent Double Hall was right in front of him!