Pirates of the Navy Thunder God

Chapter 792 Ron's Background

".I don't agree with this treatment plan. His illness maintains a delicate balance. Once it is broken, the outcome will be unpredictable!"

"But if you leave it alone, you're just waiting to die!"

"His internal organs have begun to fail on a large scale. If he doesn't try, a heart attack alone will kill him!"

"Professor Li, what do you think?"

"I"

In the hospital office, a group of experts were arguing over a teenager. Some suggested taking risks to rescue him, while others suggested defending instead of attacking.

But no matter what the idea is, there is one cruel fact that cannot be changed.

"With the current level of medical care in the world, it's difficult!"

"is it?"

The middle-aged man seemed to have expected this and nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, doctor."

Arriving at the door of the ward, the middle-aged man put his hand on the door handle, unable to move for a long time.

After a moment, he calmed down and pushed the door open.

"Hey, Ron! How are you feeling today?"

The atmosphere in the ward was solemn, and it didn't get better with his playful greeting.

The middle-aged man's face darkened as he glanced at his son who was standing there with his head down and keeping silent.

"You shouldn't."

"He didn't let it slip, uncle."

On the hospital bed, Ron put down the comic book in his hand and smiled.

"I just wrote down the medicine I took every day, and then used my memory to find some corresponding things in my head and verified it with him."

The middle-aged man was silent, and almost forgot that this young man not only had unreasonable luck, but also had an unreasonable mind!

However, why should such a promising young man have to endure such hardship?
God, are you really fair?

He was given all kinds of talents beyond imagination, but his life was taken away.

"At first I was very curious about what happened to me, because apart from a few targeted anti-cancer drugs, those drugs also contained some random stuff."

"Considering that this is not a cliché TV show, the only problem I can find is myself, so I drew a lot."

At this point, Ron fell silent: "One life and one death, a total of 29 times, I drew the death sign all the time!"

"Ron, actually"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, wanting to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say. After opening his mouth, he continued to remain silent.

"Don't worry uncle, I won't give up hope."

Instead, Ron smiled optimistically: "No matter if there is any result or not, if even I have given up hope, then your and the doctor's efforts will really be meaningless."

"I don't want to die!"

“So I will try my best to survive!”

One month later, in hospital.

The skinny Ron struggled to sit on the pillow with the help of the nurse. His organ failure had made him unable to eat, and his heart problem especially made him unable to move.

"Help me. Turn the page."

"Let me do it!"

The boy replaced the nurse and sat aside, attracting Ron's unhappy gaze.

"In fact, I have noticed that you are special since we were little, Ron."

"You are good at studying or sports, you are smart, strong, and always give people a sense of security. Although you are sometimes unreliable, you always have a large group of friends around you. Do you know that you put a lot of pressure on me?"

"So much nonsense. Turn the page quickly."

Wow.
The boy remained silent, glanced at the grinning straw hat on the cover of the book, and turned the page of the comic.

"Do you remember when we went to pick mulberries when we were 7 years old?"

"I remember. What's wrong?"

"That time you tried to save me, but you fell from a tree branch and cut a big gash on your arm."

The boy turned the pages and said, "The doctor said it would take more than a month to heal the wound after the stitches were removed. A week later, you tore off the gauze." Ron: "."

"What do you want to say?"

"I want to say, I don't care what secrets you have, super powers or otherwise!"

The boy stopped flipping through the book and glared with red eyes: "You are my only brother, can you please not die?!"

"Didn't you say this isn't the life you want? You want something more challenging. Then live your life well!"

Hearing this, Ron was silent for a long time and then smiled.

"As expected, you read too many comics, and that's also a disease!"

"is it?"

The boy clenched his fists: "Just this once, I don't want you to say that!"

Two months later, hospital.

Looking at the shriveled body lying on the hospital bed, the middle-aged man signed the critical illness notice with trembling fingers.

Looking at the young man with a painful face, the middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder.

"You have an exam tomorrow, go back first."

"No, I'm not leaving!"

"go back!"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened and he said without denying it. At this point, he sighed and said, "If Ron is still conscious, he definitely doesn't want to die in front of you, do you understand?"

"I see."

The boy bit his lip, turned around and slowly walked away.

After he walked away, the middle-aged man sat on the stool and glanced at Ron's skinny face.

"Until the end, you are still using humanity to suppress your instincts, Ron?"

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the air became stagnant.

"You should have felt it too. In fact, you are not sick at all. You are just hungry. You haven't eaten for a long time."

Crackling!

Suddenly, as he finished speaking, the light bulb in the ward flickered, and the light and shadows swayed.

A layer of black mist slowly emerged from Ron's body and pounced towards the middle-aged man like a poisonous snake, but at the critical moment, the black mist stopped moving and was bound in place by an unknown force.

Ignoring the crisis before him, the middle-aged man silently took out a cigarette and lit it.

"It's not the food we eat every day. What you need is a living soul!"

Living soul, the soul of the living!

"Many, many years ago, this world suffered a crisis of annihilation. An alien demon descended here, turning the land into a sea of ​​blood and covering the sky with charred smoke."

"Unable to bear the loss of lives, the ancestor and his companions used souls as a guide to defeat the demon together and sealed it in a baby. The demon from outside the domain cannot be killed, it can only be sealed."

"However, human life span is limited. Once the container dies, the demon will also die briefly, but will soon be resurrected in the outside world. Therefore, every few decades, they must find a baby who can withstand the seal and repeat the process. This cycle has been repeated for thousands of years."

"And the container of this life is you!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, suddenly, the black mist on Ron's body floated in the air, forming a strange human face.

The expression on that face kept changing, and so did his appearance.

These are the children who have served as sealed containers for thousands of years. After their death, the devil, in order to take revenge, imprisoned their souls and prevented them from being reborn.

Looking at the black mist, the middle-aged man's expression darkened. "I thought that the seal for so many years had completely wiped out your evil thoughts. After all, you haven't gone berserk once in the past ten years. Is it really a disguise?"

The demon didn't say anything, just smiled sinisterly.

"It looks like you are almost exhausted! You are in the Dharma Ending Age, and you can't even break the protective aura of this little guy."

Thousands of years of sealing have allowed every container to gain a large amount of merit. Even if they cannot practice, this huge amount of merit and willpower will form a protective aura on the container, helping them to suppress the demons.

But this passive aura is not worth mentioning to the demon at its peak. It often goes berserk, and now even its sound cannot be heard, which shows how weak it is.

The middle-aged man took a puff of cigarette silently and let out a long sigh: "So, it's time to end this nightmare and prevent the tragedy from happening again."

The last day of automatic update, it should be back on the 11th, and the chapter should be restored by then. I wonder if I will be scolded for killing Garp.
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(End of this chapter)