Chapter 91: His dream of change

Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu : "...... You know about the First Emperor?"

"It was my father who told me, but--" He Yu stared intently at Xie Qingcheng's pale face.

At the time, He Jiwei's words echoed in his mind:

"No sane person could withstand the full treatment of RN13 without dying, it would be too much torture."

"The First Emperor is just a computer simulator."

"A data simulation of the effects of treatment for a variety of diseases with the full RN13 subject population."

Xie Qingcheng seemed to understand what he was going to say, and calmly said, "Everyone thinks that the First Emperor is a fake, an avatar, and that all of its experimental data is calculated data, but in fact it is not. There is no data projection that can be that accurate - the one who has withstood the entire healing process of RN13 is me. This secret is known to only one other person besides you and me - and he's dead, and back then, he was the one who used this technology to save my life."

The words shake.

"Right. I'm Hatsu. That's what you call ......"

"First Emperor."

--

Rewind the clock once again to nineteen years ago.

No, it should be eighteen years ago.

After New Year's Eve, when the first apricot blossoms of spring quietly bloomed, Xie Qingcheng was discharged from the hospital after a long illness.

After three months of treatment, immersion in the solution chamber, oxygen chamber, and continuous administration of RN-13, Xie Qingcheng endured inhuman treatment in the incubator, endured the whole treatment of RN13, and, as a subject of the secret experiment, became another life saved by RN-13.

But as the saying goes, the gifts given by fate have long since had their price marked in secret.

Xie Qingcheng's recovery was amazing, and because of his youth and physical fitness, his cellular regeneration was more successful than in any of his previous cases. But there are still some subtle changes that are taking place silently.

It seemed that the regeneration of his skin had overdrawn his vitality, and after this injury, he became a scarred body, and the slightest pinch from others would easily leave red marks on his body.

He began to be allergic to more things, not just mangoes, but many other things, such as the fact that he could drink and not get drunk easily, but his body was intolerant to alcohol, and when he drank it, he rolled over and his strength drained away quickly.

And his stamina--

Xie Qingcheng's explosive power and endurance are strong, he is a champion of sparring, a master of fighting, someone who has put in a lot of hard work and training since he was a child and aspires to become a criminal police officer.

But RN-13 restored his normal mobility, but could not allow him to continue to sustain such intense training.

He's still good, he just can't take it to the next level anymore.

"Human's metabolism of the new city is limited throughout his life, you can understand that you have already overdrawn the vigor of the next twenty to thirty years in advance, in exchange for your current health." Qin Ciyan said to him, "You won't be able to become a police officer in the future, you have to take good care of your body, otherwise your decline will come faster than anyone else. Although it is cruel to say so, but this is related to your next life, I must tell you truthfully--"

"Xie Qingcheng, your life expectancy might just be in your forties, and if your body doesn't get your own attention, maybe even before you're forty, you'll die of organ failure throughout your body."

Xie Qingcheng sat on the packed snow-white hospital bed, quietly listening to Qin Ciyan speak to him in words that no one else in the world would ever know.

The spring sunlight pours through the crystal-clear glass windows in the clean and tidy hospital room, and shines on Xie Qingcheng's glazed face....

RN-13 is indeed beyond the normal social perception of the drug, and there is no trace of any previous devastating injuries visible on his body.

The only scar is a small extra red mole on the back of the side of his neck.

It was a bruise from three consecutive months of being submerged in a liquid bin of drugs and injected with wall-breaking agents from his spinal cord.

All the pain is like a nightmare that leaves no trace, only this little bit of vermillion--

None of it will ever go away again.

Xie Qingcheng returned home.

Early spring strand of rainy lane with fine golden flowers, countless broken flowers gushing together, into a splash wall and down the flowing gold waterfalls, and the wind blew, waterfalls flow down the beads, petals such as rain.

Auntie Lai and Xie Xue are waiting for him by the flower wall.

When she saw him return, the woman hid her face and the girl grinned, smiling with a missing milk tooth.

"Brother."

"Brother hug!"

None of them knew what had happened in Yanzhou. At first, because Xie Qingcheng had no specific identifiers on him, and because he had been in a coma, he couldn't ask too many questions. Later, the doctors and nurses knew that his parents had died, and there were no close relatives in his family, so they didn't know who to look for.

Further on, Xie Qingcheng went to a private hospital and decided to become a rn-13 test drug user.

It was something that could never be told to the outside world, and Qin Ciyan himself took a big risk - Xie Qingcheng realized that it would become a secret that he would always have to keep.

All they said to everyone during those months was that the patient had a period of closed treatment. Nothing to worry about.

Xie Qingcheng took the tender Xie Xue from Auntie Li's arms, and no one knew that he had overdrawn his life for more than thirty years afterward to exchange for this tender reunion in spring.

"Shay, does it hurt? Did it leave a scar?"

"It doesn't hurt." He said, "The scar ...... is in an unseen location, it's not in the way, Auntie Lai."

"Brother, kiss." Xie Xue was still too young after all, no matter how many times she had wailed and cried during the parting, when she returned to the familiar embrace once again, she was still overjoyed and smiled like a flower, she wrapped her warm hands around Xie Qingcheng's neck, "To kiss."

Xie Qingcheng turned his face sideways.

His little sister kissed across his slightly pale, transparent skin, right at the wounds that had been bloody and hideous months before.

The little girl's soft lashes drooped in the breeze.

As if she could sense something, she carefully touched Xie Qingcheng's face.

"Brother, it doesn't hurt anymore."

From that day on, Xie Qingcheng gave up trying to find out the truth about his parents' deaths.

The truth is important and never meaningless.

But more important than the truth, is life.

He gave his health, his dreams, his life ...... traveled through blood and tears to return to the earth with Xie Xue s shattered silver laughter.

He knew he would be forever ashamed of the dead. He could not give back to the dead the fact that he could no longer give them an account.

But he could no longer fail the living.

Forty years old, there are still more than thirty years ...... He wanted to live well, and for this reason, he picked up the lamp in the long night to write, listing out the most careful plan. He calculated his own age and Xie Xue's age, and thought that if he could live safely until forty, then there would be no regrets.

The last line of the spread out notebook reads:

I'm 40 - Xie Xue is 32.

She should have a family.

I will have no ties.

Xie Qingcheng turned back, his sister was curled up in her cot, hugging a teddy bear and sleeping soundly, the thin quilt was stirred down by her. He closed the book, walked to the bedside, for her to re-cover the quilt ......

He had thought that the days could go by so peacefully.

In truth, however, the price that RN-13 had paid for his new life was far from being paid.

Soon enough, Xie Qingcheng realized that his body was withering away more rapidly than he had expected, and while he was still brilliant, things were anything but so in flesh and blood. After returning home, he had several high fevers in less than two months, and as the fever raced up, he was shocked to realize that he had a tyrannical bloodlust.

Trying to destroy things, trying to destroy myself.

Even more frighteningly, he found that his ability to perceive was also rapidly declining - pain, irritation ...... which had once been very distinctive to him, were becoming harder and harder to experience.

Once he unintentionally cut his hand, the cut was so deep that blood turned out, but surprisingly he didn't feel much pain either.

And his temper began to flare uncontrollably.

He often lost his temper because of some small and inexplicable things, and once or twice he even got angry at Xie Xue. In fact, Xie Xue was just clamoring for some chicken soup wontons.

The little girl was scolded and choked in place in fear, and after a while, large tears poured down her face.

"Wow ...... why is brother so mean ...... you're not a brother, you're not a brother!"

In hindsight, Xie Qingcheng thinks that what Xie Xue meant to say at the time was that her brother would not do that to her, and that her brother had been very patient in taking care of her.

But he didn't know what was wrong with him at that time, but an evil fire rose up in his chest.

He was so disturbed by his own strange changes that when he looked in the mirror, he felt that the person in it was strangely frightening, and thus Xie Xue's words stung, and it wasn't just his eardrums that stung him, even his heart shuddered.

He looked back over his shoulder, his face looking a little twisted.

"Aye. I am not your brother! Your brother is dead! He should have died a long time ago!"

"What am I living for? What am I suffering so much to live for? Is it for myself? Is it for you to accuse me like this?!"

A face like madness.

Xie Xue was stunned and could not say anything.

Xie Qingcheng saw his own reflection in her blank, wide-open eyes ......

Like a ghost on borrowed time.

Though every time he regained his sobriety, he would be unusually remorseful, wondering if he had been crazy at the time and why he had done such a thing.

But the episodes were becoming more frequent, each one worse and more out of control emotionally than the previous one.

He realized something was wrong.

This drug may have side effects they don't expect--

So, after another nervous breakdown, Xie Qingcheng huddled helplessly for a long time, shivering in the aftermath of his pain, and finally dialed the contact number Qin Ciyan had left for him .......

This is the first time Qin Ciyan has heard of rn-13 causing these psychological symptoms.

He immediately flew back to Huzhou and took Xie Qingcheng for a series of medical checkups. All the indicators were almost normal, but Xie Qingcheng was sick.

At a time when rn-13-induced psychiatric disorders had not yet been named and there were no very specific cases to report, Qin Ciyan assumed that Xie Qingcheng was simply under too much mental stress and referred him to a doctor at a psychiatric hospital in Huzhou for psychological intervention.

The doctor was not irresponsible, he gave Xie Qingcheng a very systematic treatment process.

For a while, Xie Qingcheng took a large number of psychotherapeutic drugs, some of which even made his thinking slow and muddled, but could not fundamentally relieve his inner pain.

As soon as the medication stopped, he became more depressed and manic again.

Day after day, Xie Qingcheng couldn't take it anymore. He had always been very strong and had never been crushed by physical pain, but he was finally destroyed by the mental torture.

After another attack that made Xie Xue cry, and after another police report that nothing was happening, in the middle of a stormy night that smelled of depression and gloom.

Xie Qingcheng finally broke down.

Mental illness is a pervasive demon, enough to make formerly resilient young people wither from within.

Xie Qingcheng s consciousness seemed to be not his own, and he took a knife ...... and stuck it on his wrist.

--

"I want to live."

"I want to watch her grow up."

"Dr. Qin, can you save me ......"

A strong voice like that, as if it had echoed from a previous life.

The blade wiped down hard.

The wipe was so deep that blood spurted out ......

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.

It turns out that death is actually such an easy thing for someone who is tortured on the inside.

Blood drips from the wound ......

At the entrance of the rainy alley at night, under the wide rain-sheltered roof, Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and let life pass through his wounds bit by bit.

He really doesn't seem to be Xie Qingcheng anymore.

He is nothing but an empty shell, a decaying corpse ......

"Shay! Shay!"

In a blur, it looked like a man was getting out of a cab.

The man was tall and imposing, holding a large black veiled umbrella, much like his father ......

Qin Ciyan didn't expect that when he returned to Huzhou at night, on his way back from the airport, he wanted to stop by Xie Qingcheng's house, only to see such a miserable scene.

He ran out of the car and offered his hand to the teenager sitting huddled on the steps--

"What are you doing? Aren't you in pain?"

Xie Qingcheng tilted his head and looked at him, homeless like a small animal.

His lips moved, but there was no sound.

Qin Ciyan picked him up and carried him on his back, the umbrella was slanted, and the doctor's clothes were thoroughly drenched by the downpour, but he didn't care, he only kept the big umbrella carefully covering the child on his shoulder: "Go. It's okay. I'll take you to the hospital."

"I'll take you to the hospital, Shea, just hang in there."

After that day, Qin Ciyan knew that Xie Qingcheng's illness was not just an ordinary mental problem.

He hung up the phone with his old classmate who was far away in the United States, who heard about the incident and looked up the relevant medical cases and found that some of the test subjects over in the United States also had similar cases.

But none of those people lived long.

The physical and mental devastation is so great that they are, at the end of the day, struggling with the most negative human emotions all the time.

Worse than the physical wounds is the emotional despair.

Qin Ciyan stood alone on the balcony of his house for a long time after ending the call.

He was really very fond of Xie Qingcheng, and once he had seen how strong and understanding that boy had been, no one could fail to like him.

And if there is anyone who can ultimately triumph over the pain of the human heart, Qin Ciyan feels it must be Xie Qingcheng.

If only someone would really understand him and be there for him.

Qin Ciyan had a secondment at work for a while and was able to stay in Shanghai for most of the year.

So he made a decision.

Decided to take Xie Qingcheng by his side often, treating him like an adopted son.

However, this matter can not be publicized, after all, if the colleagues of the first annexed to Yantai University know that Xie Qingcheng is the child who died in a serious car accident, then there will be no shortage of interrogation.

While rn-13 is used as a banned drug, he is not to mention his career, Xie Qingcheng are likely to be used as an experimental target facing terrible threats.

So hardly anyone knew that Qin and Xie were close friends.

Qin Ciyan was like a half-father to Xie Qingcheng.

He gave Xie Qingcheng a new life, gave the dying boy the courage to live, and he gave a dead man with a withered soul the meaning of living again.

Qin Ciyan became Xie Qingcheng's spiritual support during the six-month-long stay.

Xie Qingcheng No matter what negative emotions he has, Prof. Qin is always able to accommodate and enlighten him.

Qin Ciyan's wisdom, Qin Ciyan's profound knowledge, and his ability to help the world, gave Xie Qingcheng, who had lost his ideals, a new beam of light.

He can't be a cop anymore.

But he could probably be a doctor.

A doctor like Qin Ciyan.

As the sun rose and the moon set, Qin Ciyan worked tirelessly to teach Xie Qingcheng to relieve his emotions, and at the same time passed on books and teachings to lead him into the door of the apricot grove.

Like He Yu, Xie Qingcheng's study of hacking techniques also served as a distraction, and his condition was gradually brought under control in this way.

Qin Ciyan made him study at his friend's institute during his free time as a regular student. This motivates him to keep overcoming obstacles.

That institute is sponsored by He Jiwei.

However, no one knew that Qin Ciyan and Xie Qingcheng had a very close relationship, and the two of them were always aloof in front of outsiders, as if they were casual acquaintances. If Qin Ciyan wanted to give Xie Qingcheng some learning opportunities, he would always pretend that it was in the name of some youth interest groups, rather than directly authorizing his friends to let Xie Qingcheng join the groups.

Xie Qingcheng lived up to Qin Ciyan's high expectations, he is a true genius and is quick to assimilate any knowledge.

rn-13 seems to have made his mind smarter, in this short period of more than ten years, Xie Qingcheng privately follow Qin Ciyan to complete the study is absolutely not reached by normal people.

In addition to medicine, Xie Qingcheng has made amazing breakthroughs in the field of life sciences. He has even privately begun researching rn-13 adjuvant drugs to study his own pathology as a mental Ai Bola patient.

Then one day, Xie Qingcheng made an unexpected discovery--

He's a good experimenter himself.

It is because of the complete use of rn-13, as a Primary Patient, that drug experiments can be accomplished in his body that a normal person would never be able to withstand.

Through those experiments, he was able to seek out answers and create new directions for healing in the area of many common diseases-

It's quite a bit like the Shennong tasting a hundred herbs.

Xie Qingcheng thus felt that her short life might not be meaningless.

Though he can no longer be the Xie Qingcheng he once was, he must give up his original dream, his desire to find out the truth about his parents' deaths.

But he's at least no longer an invalid.

He could let his pain blossom into bright red stamens, he could let his life shine on those in sickness and pain, he could take them out of the long, suffocating darkness.

He recorded the data stained with his blood, stored and organized it, and it was this content that was later called by others as the legendary "First Emperor's Data", or "First Emperor's File "The first time I saw this, I was able to see it in my own words.