Even the healing department has to go to the battlefield

Chapter 16 Disease
Looking at the two daggers stabbing towards her quickly, Song Yuanyuan slightly turned sideways to avoid them.

"Song Jiaojiao, were you apologizing to him for me just now?" Song Yuanyuan walked towards her and asked with a smile on her face.

Song Jiaojiao stood there and looked at her, with her hypocritical smile on her face: "Sister, I do this for you."

"You caused Cheng Yan to go to the hospital on the first day of school, and you didn't even apologize to him. Sister, it's wrong for you to do this." Her voice was playful and delicate, but every word she said sounded harsh to Song Yuanyuan.

Every word Song Jiaojiao said was pushing her into a dead end. If it were the original owner, she would definitely die at the hands of Cheng Yan today.

Cheng Yan continued to control the two daggers and stabbed Song Yuanyuan, "Die!"

I glanced at the person standing next to Song Jiaojiao. He was really in the way.

"Song Jiaojiao, remember this, I don't need you to apologize behind my back for anything I do. Your behavior makes me sick." Song Yuanyuan said as she took out a sword from the space button, and then blocked the dagger that was coming straight at her with just a few moves.

Walking up to the two men, Song Yuanyuan held a sword in one hand and looked at them with an extremely cold gaze.

Cheng Yan was so angry when he saw her like this that he pointed at her nose and started cursing at her.

After all, he is used to being arrogant, so how can he tolerate someone who is more powerful than him?
"You bitch, I will definitely let my brother take care of you."

"How dare you mess with me? You're done for. I want you to die without a complete corpse!"

Song Yuanyuan's face became more and more gloomy. She moved her hand, pointed the long sword directly at Cheng Yan's face, and said seriously: "If you don't want to go to the hospital again, get out!"

She exuded a terrifying murderous intent, and her dark eyes stared at him intently. Cheng Yan slowly stopped cursing, and for some reason his legs were shaking.

Cheng Yan could feel that if he didn't leave, Song Yuanyuan might really do it.

In the end, fear prevailed. He snorted heavily and said, "Just wait. Even if your sister comes to beg for mercy, you will die!" Then he left quickly.

After he left, Song Yuanyuan looked at Song Jiaojiao beside her and slowly pointed the sword in her hand towards her.

"Sister, tell me why you want to step on my reputation to highlight yourself." The voice was neither hurried nor slow, but the person took two steps forward, and the sword in his hand moved closer.

Looking at the sword getting closer and closer to her, Song Jiaojiao swallowed and said, "I don't know what you are talking about. I am just helping you clean up the mess."

"Haha." Song Yuanyuan chuckled, "I hope so."

After that, he put away the sword and said slowly: "Well, I hope this is the last time."

"If there's a next time." Song Yuanyuan's smiling face suddenly became cold and serious, just like a Peking Opera face-changing. Her words made Song Jiaojiao tremble uncontrollably. "I will kill you."

Watching her turn and leave, Song Jiaojiao's legs went weak and she couldn't bear it any longer and collapsed to the ground.

Her sister, who had just woken up, was completely different from before.

There was a strong murderous intent on his body, and he looked at her as if he was looking at a dead person. The aura on his body made her tremble uncontrollably. If she hadn't insisted, she would have knelt down long ago.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and the coldness around her body became heavier. Song Jiaojiao covered her chest and gasped for air. Her internal organs gradually began to ache as she gasped.

She knew that her illness had recurred.

There were still four days before the onset of the disease, so how come it happened so early?
"Medicine..." Song Jiaojiao murmured, and her hand touched her space button. A drop of blood dripped from her nose and hit the back of her hand. At this time, Song Jiaojiao looked very scary, with blood flowing from all seven orifices, and cold air emanating from her body. She was shivering from the cold.

"Take medicine..."

But the pain in her body made it difficult for her to hold the medicine in her hand, and her shaking hands caused all the medicine to spill all over the floor. Finally, she fell to the ground and stretched out her hand to grab the medicine closest to her, but she couldn't get it, and closed her eyes in despair.

Song Yuanyuan, who was walking back to the dormitory, didn't know that her adopted sister had been frightened by her and her illness had relapsed prematurely.

I almost died there.

In the end, her companion, who was still worried about her, came out to apologize alone and found her. Fortunately, he stuffed the medicine into her mouth in time.

Otherwise it would really be stuck there.

After receiving the news, everyone in the Song family stopped what they were doing and rushed to the school.

When Song's mother saw Baosha, whom she had held in her arms since childhood, lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, her heart felt as if it was being stabbed by needles.

"Doctor, is she okay?" Song's father asked with a serious face. It can be seen that he was not in a good mood at the moment.

How could he be in a good mood when his beloved little daughter almost died on campus?
The doctor was wearing a white coat and holding a white transparent tablet in his hand. He looked at the tablet and raised his head and looked at him when he heard Song's question. He said, "She is out of danger now, but her organs are failing. At this rate, she won't live past 35."

Upon hearing that Song Jiaojiao would not live to see 35, everyone present turned their eyes to the girl lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed.

"Doctor, is there no way to control it?" Song Jiajia asked anxiously, clenching her fists.

The doctor shook his head and explained to the family very seriously: "Miss Song has a terminal radiation disease. If she doesn't awaken her superpowers, she may be able to live longer with medication.
But she has awakened her special powers, and every time she has an attack, her special powers are released out of her control, and every time they are released, it will accelerate her death."

The doctor said a few more words and then left, leaving only their family in the ward.

Song Jiaojiao's face was so pale that she looked particularly pitiful.

Song's mother grabbed one of her hands and put it on her cheek, saying with a choked voice: "What should we do? Jiaojiao won't live past 35..."

"My poor Jiaojiao."

As she spoke, she began to cry. Father Song patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, "Didn't the doctor tell you to take the medicine and get treatment? Maybe..."

Song Zhiting was so angry that he clenched his hands and stared at his sister lying on the bed with bloodshot eyes.

After looking for a while, he turned around and left the ward. Song Jiaojiao's friends were standing outside the door. Seeing someone coming out, they quickly stood up and asked, "Brother Song, is Jiaojiao okay?"

"It's okay. What happened today?" Song Zhiting looked at their faces and asked coldly.

Several people looked at each other, and finally Tian Xiaoxia told him what happened today.

After hearing the whole story, Song Zhiting punched the wall with all his strength. He punched a big hole in the wall of the hospital, and this action also scared many people.

(End of this chapter)