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"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to The Taylor Show, the most exciting, explosive, vulgar, and celebrity-studded TV show in the UK every Saturday night at 8pm!"

The lights at the recording site were turned on, and the DJ gently pushed the vinyl. The men and women present stood up one after another, applauding and screaming to welcome the host who came from behind the screen to the front stage, and kept dancing to the music.

"How are you doing, how are you doing! Don't stop applauding until I get off the stage and wash my underwear right away! Wow! I'm here, I'm here~ You can stop now, I know you are always the best, phew,

Thank you for your applause, please sit down."

Wearing a stiff dark blue suit, Taylor walked around the desk, leaning lazily on the back of the leather boss's chair, crossing his legs, and kept turning the pen between his fingers. Until he trembled in a pretentious manner, he faced the audience with his palms facing down.

suppressed the applause.

"I believe that no one does not know a piece of news published in the Washington Post two weeks ago, which is why everyone is so enthusiastic today, but I still want to pay tribute to the very small number of "primitive people" in front of the TV.

Tell me what happened two weeks ago."

"Friends, Jesus has arrived! No, maybe He is more mouth-watering than Jesus. I'm not kidding. He has completed an incredible piece of scientific research that can make people's jaws drop. He has opened the lock of life and drawn a line on life.

A circular symbol, ladies and gentlemen! Let us welcome him with the warmest applause and screams, the God of the 21st century! Mr. Zambi Odres Hea!"

This was the warmest applause in the nearly eight years since the show began. The ladies' high-decibel screams even caused tinnitus and heart discomfort in some elderly viewers, but no one cared whether they behaved appropriately or not.

What impact it will have on your body, really, no one cares.

The blond man walked slowly from the backstage to the front. He was in his thirties, and his ordinary appearance had been blessed by talent to be dazzling in the eyes of everyone. His gold-rimmed glasses made him elegant and gentle. At first glance, he was full of knowledge and connotation.

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"God, I remember Mr. Hea is sixty-three years old!"

"Rejuvenation! Real rejuvenation!"

"He looks only thirty! I believe what he says!"

Mr. Hea did not show any surprise at the audience's disbelieving exclamations. When he appeared on the headlines of major newspapers and media, this shock was destined to be retained by him.

"Sir, do you need my mouth? Or your ass? Or something else? Please let me serve you, please!"

As the BBC's most popular pay channel variety show, but not suitable for children to watch, Taylor's hosting style is as vulgar as ever, even though this is not his style of communicating with people in life at all.

Even though he was full of dirty words and adult jokes, everyone could still feel his respect for Hea from his words, which was from the bottom of his heart.

You know, whether the guests who have stood on this stage are handsome men, beautiful celebrities, or middle-aged bald, pot-bellied politicians, Taylor's pornographic accent has always been directed at the guests, and he has never turned the fire on himself.

He diligently pulled out the chair for Hea, and carefully wiped the pure leather seat with the handkerchief he had never taken out from his chest. Finally, like a waiter eager to get a tip, he waved his hand for Hea to sit down.

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Hea did not seem embarrassed about the pornographic accent that ignored gender. Although the show did not have a script, Taylor had communicated with him the precautions before the show. Obviously, the pornographic accent was not within his taboos.

"Guys! This is God! This! This is God! Welcome him with the warmest applause! Mr. Heya, on behalf of the program team, I sincerely thank you for coming."

The third cheer within a minute did not make the audience feel unhappy at all. The enthusiasm was enough to lift the ceiling of the studio, and even the fully air-conditioned studio seemed a bit hot.

The two parties sat down and the show officially started. Taylor couldn't wait to ask. Even he didn't notice that his excited body began to lean forward.

"Sir, if my information is correct, you are now sixty-three years old and have become a grandfather, but you look exactly the same as you did in the photo thirty years ago. This is really incredible."

"Yes, I have rejuvenated. Just four weeks ago, my physical condition has returned to the level of about thirty years old. If I need, I can be younger."

Mr. Heya acted very indifferently, took a sip of water, looked at Taylor, and nodded lightly.

"How? This is... incredible, God."

"Science, how else can we do it? Ever since my grandmother passed away, I have been afraid of death. Therefore, I devoted myself to the life sciences and conducted scientific research for nearly forty years. In the end, I spent a lot of money

, with the joint efforts of thousands of experts, a major breakthrough was achieved two years ago, and after two years of clinical trials, it was finally revealed to everyone."

"Can you tell me more specifically?"

"At first, we started with the lighthouse jellyfish and tested the maximum number of times it can transform from mature to larvae. The results were not ideal. But fortunately, we successfully extracted the relative gene responsible for "immortality" from its DNA. After

After tens of thousands of experiments on white mice, the match was successfully carried out and the genetic chain of the white mice was kept stable without breakage. Unfortunately, during reincarnation, the organs of the white mice did not return to their childhood, but grew again. During this period, the mice remained

Death occurred due to organ failure and the experiment failed."

"We tried organ transplantation, but the transplanted organs will fail sooner or later. Unless you keep replacing organs, you can't fundamentally solve the problem. So we looked at earthworms, centipedes, tardigrades and other tenacious creatures, and finally from tardigrades

Some genes and special base components were extracted from the body and replaced with the genes of the lighthouse jellyfish, maintaining the symmetry and balance of the gene chain."

"At the same time, we found that the special bases derived from tardigrades reacted with guanine and thymine in white mice, and two new bases were derived, which we called "tardigrade thymine" and "

Tardigrade Guanine"."

"And these two bases affect deoxyribose and ribose through covalent bonds, which in turn have a great impact on nucleotides, and even change the order of DNA and RNA, but everything is a good result.

This greatly enhances the activity of cells, increases the number of cell divisions, extends lifespan, makes the gene chain very stable and difficult to break, greatly improves disease resistance, avoids the occurrence of terminal diseases to a large extent, and at the same time water

Bear thymine still has certain characteristics of thymine, with one more 5-position methyl group than uracil, maintaining heritability accuracy. Therefore, the next generation of humans who have changed their genes will have good inheritance of the gene chain."

On the stage, Mr. Hea was talking, but he did not go into too many important details. He just repeated the experimental process published in the newspaper to the audience. On the other hand, off the stage, the audience was still very confused.

The vast majority of ordinary people are not interested in the subject of genetics. What these audiences want to hear are not experimental processes that will put them into deep sleep. Heya did not feel the slightest surprise in this regard.

"Wow... In other words, have you broken the laws of life and enabled human beings to reach the realm of immortality?"

"No, life has its limit after all. Even though we don't have an accurate statistics on the number of transformations of lighthouse jellyfish, I believe that no animal can escape death. We just try to extend life as much as possible, extending it to humans.

It is enough to have no regrets about death. You must know that if you really live too long, it is not a good thing."

"So, according to your prediction, Mr. Heya, how long can humans live with the current level of technology?"

"It will take about 150 to 200 years, and most diseases can be treated with the technology we possess. In the future, as the technology becomes more mature, life can continue to be extended."

The rest of the time was shot in a question-and-answer format. Taylor asked all the questions the audience wanted answered, such as whether there were any side effects and the possibility of causing a medical accident. Mr. Hea also answered them one by one.

After getting the answer, until the end of the filming, Taylor gave up the remaining two minutes to Hea, asking him to announce a decision that was crucial to the course of human history.

Hea stood up, walked to the stage, faced countless gazes, and spoke slowly.

"I know how precious life is. Within more than ten years after my grandmother passed away, all my elders left me one by one. I often dream about them. When I wake up, the room is silent. This is the most beautiful thing for people.

It's a painful separation, but in the end we will all taste this regret silently. I don't want this to happen anymore. I don't want to lose other relatives and close friends who are very important in my life. I believe you are the same."

"So, I decided... to sell all the experimental plans and technologies to all countries that are interested in this research at extremely low prices. I will not do business at a loss, nor will I make profits from it. I only hope that...

A hundred years later, I can still see all of you here, taking off your hats and greeting each other amidst laughter, under the clear blue sky, and with white doves flying."

"Everyone, let's become old friends!"

"Oh God! Mr. Hea! Dear Mr. Hea!!!"

This is an audience riot, but it is caused by excitement. People leave their seats, leave the auditorium, crowd in front of the stage, squeeze to the front as much as possible, raise their hands, just to get as close to "God" as possible, even if it is just

Can you tidy up his trousers with gratitude, or kiss his leather shoes...

"I really saw a person's back full of brilliance, which even stung my eyes. I shed tears, but I was happy at this moment."

Taylor wanted to add this sentence to his autobiography, but it was not a lie to add to Hea's legend. He really shed tears, and they were true tears of happiness.

The camera is fixed on Hea's smile, with everyone paying homage to it. Maybe an artist will create a famous painting for him in the future, but now, it is only recorded in a small memory card.

…

After that, Heya fulfilled his promise, sold the results to various countries, and signed a plan to transform genes into civilians, so that ordinary people can also enjoy longevity, and everyone's life has been greatly improved.

of extension.

But Heya didn't expect that his good deeds would not bring him happiness and worth in the world.

But it is the beginning of hell on earth...

…

"My name is Wang Ziqing, but no one calls me this name. Everyone is used to calling me Parker. I was born thirteen years after genetic enhancement became popular. I am a second-generation genetically modified person. My parents are British-Chinese. I have an ordinary family. There is nothing to say.

, if I really want to say something special, I can only mention that I was born prematurely. Sometimes I look at the photos of me when I was born, and I look at myself in the photo who only weighs 2 pounds, and then I look in the mirror.

This man, who is no different from an ordinary adult man, will always have some ridiculous ideas."

"The modified genes are so powerful that it would be amazing if they had died when they were born."

(Parker's narration.)

…

"Mr. Parker, your test results have come out. Congratulations on your recovery and you can go through the discharge procedures."

"Okay, sorry for that."

The nurse in a white robe was quite strong, and her face looked a bit fierce because of her fleshy face. However, her attitude towards patients was unexpectedly kind and enthusiastic. She smiled and nodded to Parker, and handed the case in her hand to Parker.

, and asked other patients in the same ward if they were feeling unwell. After receiving a negative answer, they pushed the medical cart away.

After accepting the congratulations from the patients in the same room, he stood up and silently packed his luggage under the gaze of other patients. Finally, he cut off the hospitalization wristband on his hand, gently opened the door, and walked out of the ward.

After the increase in human lifespan, the hospital is no longer overcrowded as it once was. It is quiet all the way to the lobby, and the leather shoes echo when stepping on the floor tiles. The nurse handling the procedure heard the footsteps and has been waiting for a long time.

The person actually walked up to him, showed a warm and full smile, and took the series of certificates handed over by Parker with both hands.

"Sir, bank card or credit card?"

"credit card."

The nurse who got the answer smiled even brighter, quickly completed the procedures for Parker, calculated the expenses for Parker's seven-day hospitalization, and finally put the payment form on the table and asked Parker to sign.

"Sir, please take a look. The hospital bed fee, surgery fee, and physical examination fee will be fully reimbursed by the insurance. This fee will be connected between the hospital and your insurance company, and 70% of the drug fee will be reimbursed. You still need to pay

Two hundred and forty thousand pounds plus 12% interest. You have chosen a ten-year installment loan, so you need to repay 2,240 pounds every month to the designated account. If you have no objection, please sign."

After calculating and confirming that the amount was correct, Parker struggled for a moment, and finally signed, put the bill away, and left the hospital with the nurse's farewell.

This is a bizarre world...

Leaving the hospital was like falling into a frying pan. From silence to noise, it seemed that it only took less than a second for Parker to react to the outside world. Bits and pieces of it were blown up, and the smell of oil splashed out.

He was destined to walk into the crowd, because he was part of the noise.

Countless pedestrians hurried past him, even children, holding books and reading as they walked. Even if strangers bumped into each other, both parties kept their heads down and ran toward their destinations without saying a word.

Looking up, the tall buildings have blocked the sky, and you can't even see the blue sky. The neon lights are always on, illuminating the shadows covered by the tall buildings, as if to say that the sun is not one, it can be many.

The vehicle was waiting in front of the red light. After it turned green, the vehicle behind it heard its horn honking. A chain reaction started a second later, like a long dragon roaring and rushing on the road.

This is very strange. It is obvious that the end of life has been extended a lot, but everyone has no time to stop at all. Instead, it has become more urgent, as if being driven by something.

Parker stood in the crowd for a while. Finally, he opened his legs and took the first step. Then he took the second step, faster and faster, and gradually caught up with the crowd and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

…

"Mr. Hea gave us life, but politicians are squeezing our flesh and blood."

"Life is not a symbol. We do not live to serve as fuel for social development."

"We are not tools, we are people."

A large group of people gathered together on the roadside, like a weak beast fighting against the rolling torrent, struggling desperately, and under the gaze of everyone, shouted out the dream they expected and would never come true.

Even though there were a large number of people, they were still very fragile. Pedestrians still walked in a hurry and ignored their existence. Only the patrolling policemen sat on their motorcycles and smiled disdainfully.

They are marching, demonstrating, and protesting against the new 155-year-old retirement plan, but everyone knows that at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, all of them will appear at their desks or desks

Before, I worked and studied hard so that the whole family could eat, drink, and eat, or not to cause trouble for my parents.

If their resistance to stress could really be heard by some people, then the retirement age would not have been directly increased from sixty-five to ninety years old.

What they look forward to is just an unrealistic dream of retiring early. Dreaming is allowed, so marching is also allowed.

…

"We are destined to become fuel, like a match, driven by the phosphorus fire and fully burned until the fuel is exhausted and turned into ashes. This is our fate, and it is a fate that no one can ever escape."

"In the face of fate, we can only accept and work hard to make the city more magnificent, make science and technology more developed, and make the economy more prosperous. This is the obligation of all citizens living in this city, and it is not necessary.

It will be refuted by everyone."

"What we care about is not how much we contribute to this city, how much we pay, and how much we get in return, but we hope that some people can ask us."

"Would you like to be the fuel?"

(Parker's narration.)

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"Mr. Hea gave us life, but politicians are squeezing our flesh and blood."

"Life is not a symbol. We do not live to serve as fuel for social development."

"We are not tools, we are people!"

They were marching, demonstrating, and protesting against the newly formulated retirement plan at the age of 120. Parker was among them, holding up a placard, his face red, shouting at the top of his lungs, facing the indifference of pedestrians on the roadside, and maintaining order.

His blatant ridicule made him more and more angry, and his anger was outrageous.

Until a shot of water cannon extinguished his anger, dousing him from head to toe, making him feel bone-chilling cold. His ears were filled with screams and cries of pain, and the crowd collapsed backwards.

Only then did he realize that the slaps from the rubber rollers on his body would cause unforgettable pain. The slaps made him scream, cry out in pain, and run away. Even the newspaper he had made overnight was thrown to the ground and trampled on, covered in mud and water.

's footprints.

…

Until he returned to the door with a bruised nose and swollen face, and looked at the dim light at the door, he hesitated and walked around the door until the door was pushed open.

"Ziqing, why are you standing at the door? Why don't you come in?"

"Okay mom."

After responding, the original frightened mood slowly dissipated. Perhaps a simple greeting from my mother was the best medicine to soothe my inner uneasiness.

He entered the house. If it was the darkness at the door that prevented his mother from noticing the wounds on his face, then his miserable appearance should have been completely displayed in front of his parents in the home, which was as bright as day.

But my parents' reaction was very ordinary, and they even didn't talk as much as usual. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and my parents had already had dinner. There was still a faint white steam floating on the bowl of ginger soup on the table, and the broccoli next to the steak was still the same.

It's green and chewy.

After he finished eating, his mother cleared away the dishes and went back to the room with his father to rest, leaving him alone. She secretly picked up the iodine that was placed in a very conspicuous place, took off her shirt, and spread it evenly on the wound with a grin on her face.

, and then went back to bed, spending a night where I would wake up in pain whenever I turned over.

…

Sometimes, scars are not medals of victory, nor are they proof left after failure. They just appear in an ordinary way, are very ordinary in people's eyes, then heal in an ordinary way, and finally disappear in an ordinary way.

In the eyes of teachers and most classmates, there is no surprise at all, nor any opinions or thoughts about it. It is only among such a small group of people, such a small group of people who are equally scarred.

A ripple, a tiny splash of water.

"They were really cruel. They beat me so hard that it was even difficult to breathe. For a moment, I even thought that it would be best if they knocked me out."

"Who says it isn't? I felt like several of my ribs were broken at that time, and now it hurts to even breathe."

"Then you won't go next time?"

"Of course... go!"

In their spare time, this small group of ignorant little bastards are still gearing up, waiting for the next rise, looking forward to what they can change, but they have never thought about what the consequences will be if they are caught.

"I was really beaten and disfigured. Look at the wounds on my eye circles."

Among the assholes, the only girl looked in the mirror and saw that her eyes were purple. She put the mirror on the table sadly, put her hands on her chin, and listened excitedly to the next plan of these assholes. She was also a record eater.

Don't forget to get angry.

"I have some safflower oil here, Lisa, do you need it?"

"Oh my god, Parker, you are so interesting. I thought you would never bring it again. There is no place to buy this thing."

"Then take it. I still have it at home. This bottle belongs to you."

There was a little bit of flattery in Parker's words, and despite the teasing of other little bastards, Lisa did not refuse his kindness, but accepted it generously.

No one in the school didn't know that they were interesting, but they hadn't reached the stage of falling in love yet, and kissing and going to bed would be a long way off. However, everyone always thought that it would be soon, and they would be at home soon.

This is a kind of joy that you will never have again when you become an adult. You will no longer feel elated from the bottom of your heart because of who you can help. This is worth cherishing and savoring. Parker is experiencing and experiencing it, but

Eventually, it will be lost.

…

The biggest difference between the likes of adults and children is that children like a certain point of an object, while adults always consider the entire object before deciding whether they like it or not.

A child's love will deviate or even be completely wiped out due to the gradual expansion of their understanding of the other person. This is not stable, while an adult's love will learn to be tolerant because of advance understanding.

But like, or love, is something that can always break through the surface. The surface can only cover the surface of love and then fully penetrate it, but the point can directly pierce the heart and reach a person's soul.

I am the one who was stabbed.

(Parker's narration.)

…

Parades are always accompanied by violence and conflicts. The water cannons on standby are finally fired. The familiar screams and cries of pain are heard again. Parker puts out the cigarette in his hand, throws it into the trash can, avoids the splashing water, and again

Take a step forward and walk towards home.

"Sir, do you need workers? I need a job. I can clean sewer pipes, do bricklaying, and do carpentry. I can do it, sir."

"Sir, do you need to maintain the car? Even repair the car. No matter what problems the car has, I can help you repair it. My price is very cheap, sir."

"Sir, do you need me to paint a picture for you? I paint very well and the price is very cheap. I can help you frame it and it will look beautiful in your home, sir."

Many people gathered around him, praying for a job to ensure they had enough food and clothing today. This was a gathering place for unemployed people near his home. They would keep people coming and going asking if they needed cheap labor, and they were willing to do any job.

, regardless of whether he holds a qualification certificate in this field, whether it is illegal or not, and it does not care whether the person being questioned is annoyed by the question.

"No, I don't need to."

After receiving a negative answer, they no longer bothered, or even looked disappointed. They returned to the roadside as if nothing had happened, waiting for the next person passing by to receive their harassment.

Parker really doesn't have a job for them, and even if he does, he won't find these people just for the sake of gain. Once he brings these people home, he will risk waking up early tomorrow morning and finding that his home has been emptied.

risk.

They always stand at the intersection, like ladies waiting for business to come to them, carrying a large Coke of 1.5 pounds and 1.5 liters, or a cheap hot dog. They stand there all day long, make some money, and then go after eating.

Buy lotto, spend all your savings on lottery tickets and scratch tickets, hoping that one day you can turn around and become a wealthy person.

Occasionally, new people would occupy their place, and some physical conflicts would occur. You must know that these people who eat junk food and drink carbonated drinks all day long are all of amazing size. When they fight, they look like fighting with bears. They look clumsy, but in fact they are.

Fiercely, Parker didn't want to get into trouble, so he left the hospital and went back to bed less than half an hour later.

A melodious saxophone tune was blown into Parker's ears by the wind, allowing him to bypass the old busker and avoid stepping on the instrument case he paid for and the inferior CD he recorded.

It's interesting to say that on the other side of the street, a group of people were beaten to death because they resisted the extension of the retirement age. On this side of the street, a group of people wished they could work until they were 200 years old to maintain food and clothing.

The distance of only a thousand meters has given rise to two completely different ideas. Capital divides people into three, six or nine grades, while those living at the bottom seem to have degenerated into beasts, wandering in every corner of the street, or

Begging, or exerting physical strength, just for a bite to eat and a bed where he can sleep soundly.

The meaning of these people's existence seems to be just to alert others, to make others fear the life at the bottom, to strive to sublimate themselves, and to be willing to be used as fuel. Being fuel is better than being a beast.

"Dong...dong...dong..."

This is the bridge closest to his home, right near his residence. Below is not the water, but one after another filled with cargo trains.

This is the residence of civilians. As the ratio of deaths to births has gone downhill, the surrounding areas of the city cannot accommodate single-family residences. Instead, there are falling buildings that can turn people into mud.

High level.

He stood on the bridge, lost in thought, and reached out to grab a dandelion floating in the air. It seemed that his movements were too large, and the flying plush instantly escaped his palm, so he listened attentively. This was so familiar that he could no longer be familiar with it.

, and even occasionally I would be woken up by the roar of the train when I was sleeping.

The phone vibrated twice. He picked it up and took a look. The insurance company was very fast and had already transferred the hospitalization and surgical fees he had paid in advance to his bank card. However, the hospital was faster and after the payment arrived,

In one second, more than 2,000 yuan of reimbursement money was taken away.

The train was coming in his direction, and he could feel the vibration of the handrails on the bridge. This might come from the roar of the train, or perhaps, from the deepest cry in his heart.

He raised his right leg and crossed the handrail of the bridge. He just sat on the handrail with his feet in the air. He would touch the ground with his left foot and then his right foot. He closed his eyes until the train passed by and he would step forward.

Take back your right foot that went out and return to the side of survival.

It's time to go home...

…

"Speaking of which, I used to have a very vague concept of home. I was never quite sure whether home meant people or a loft in the sky in a steel forest."

"If it refers to my family, I can't bear to stay in a place that doesn't belong to me for too long. I don't like to wander around and have no fixed place. I want to meet life in a fixed place."

"But if it refers to a house, then without a family, I probably won't be able to withstand the pressure brought by various loans, taxes, insurance bills and living expenses, even if these things have been with me since I was a child."

"Then I thought about what my mother said. Perhaps home is not just a single thing, but an integrated entity. I need a place to live and relatives to support me."

"Settling down and settling down is perhaps the most important idiom in life for me. Even if I don't have the ability or time to go to that country, it doesn't slow down my yearning for it at all."

"All in all, I don't want to lose my home or residence. This is the reason why I am willing to use it as fuel."

…

On the 19th floor, there are three households and one staircase. The corridor is filled with daily necessities, but it does not delay the escape of people in the event of a fire. This is the cleverness of the old man living in the small apartment in the middle. Although the Parker family

He and his opponent complained quite a bit about this, but it was difficult to express their anger at an old lady who was over 180 years old and was still working hard to survive for her children.

He took out the key and opened the door. Suddenly, he smelled the aroma of food. His wife was busy in the kitchen. When she heard the door knock, she turned her head and smiled when she saw Parker coming back.

Lisa finally became Parker's wife and lived up to the expectations of the gang of high school bastards. This point finally penetrated the deepest part and reached the ending.

The two got married and gave birth to a boy. Although the love basically faded away, the bond was born. This kind of emotion called family affection is stronger and more secure than love.

"Cooking so early?"

Now Jason is in high school. The school is far away from home. It takes about an hour to go back and forth by subway. And since he is a high school student, he must have more time in his spare time. According to his usual pattern of returning home, he at least

I won't get home until around 7pm.

"Mr. Nelson is having a party at his house. He just informed me that he doesn't have anything as a gift at home. Time is a bit tight, so he can only make some food and bring it over."

Mr. and Mrs. Nelson live across the street from each other and have been neighbors with the Parker family for more than 20 years. However, the elderly couple are much older than Parker and Lisa, both over 160 years old.

Before Parker could speak again, Lisa asked Parker a question.

"How is your health?"

"No problem."

There were also freshly baked biscuits on the stove, which were still warm to the touch. I picked up a piece and put it in my mouth, chewing it and savoring the rich flavor of condensed milk in the biscuit.

"How much do we need to take?"

Parker's mouth suddenly stopped. He pulled out a kitchen towel and gently picked up the biscuit crumbs on his chest. He cleaned it up and threw the paper towel into the trash can. Then he continued chewing until he swallowed it completely before taking it out of his wallet.

The medical bill was handed to Lisa, who was still looking at the frying pan.

"It... doesn't matter. Let's save a little during these days. Jason wants to buy a new PS5. Please advise him to be patient for now."

The high cost of medicines and the monthly loan repayments did make Lisa feel a little more stressed, but at this time, she could not show any distress. After all, being seriously ill was not what Parker wanted.

If she continues to complain to her husband, it will only increase her worries.

"sorry."

"You shouldn't say that, listen Parker, I love you."

"Thank you, honey. By the way, why did Mr. Nelson suddenly think of having a party? His circle of friends is obviously not very wide."

The two kissed, and Parker continued to stretch his magic claw towards the biscuits. He was indeed very hungry.

Lisa turned the beef over in the pot, then turned around and answered Parker's question in a low voice.

"Mr. Nelson...is going to die."

The hand stopped again, and Parker carefully recalled Nelson's age and financial situation. He took a glass of water, rinsed away the residue in his mouth, and looked out the window with a little bit of envy in his eyes.

"It's so good to have passed away..."

"..."