Bionic Era

　　The popularity of live broadcast rooms is getting higher and higher.

　　 After picking up the eyeball of the bionic person, Chen Qing's live broadcast room has already received a second-level page recommendation.

　　 A steady stream of gifts appeared on the screen.

　　 "According to the arrangement, at the previous point, two guys posing as bionics should rush out with guns."

　　 Lu Wen looked around.

　　 The collapsed and dumped tall buildings blocked the surrounding area, and there were many cars turned into scrap iron shells on the streets.

　　 He walked to a car half buried in the sand.

　　 There are several depressions on the roof of the car, which seem to have been stepped on.

　　 "If it was stepped on before, there should be a lot of sand and dust in the sunken pit, but there is not, so...the bionics are here!"

　　 Lu Wen finds it interesting.

　　 Chen Qing and his group pretended to be attacked by a bionic, in order to increase their popularity.

　　 But if you meet a real bionic organization...

　　 "We have now come to the very center of the city. It used to be a large city square, but now most of the place is crushed by the fallen buildings..."

　　 Chen Qing introduced and looked around.

　　 He slowed down his speech rate, trying to delay as much as possible.

　　 It stands to reason that the two guys should have rushed out.

　　 The people who followed also felt something was wrong.

　　 The planner frowned and checked the time. It was already time out. He raised his head and looked around.

　　 "Why don't you stop shooting, just say the signal is broken?"

　　 The makeup artist whispered to the planner on the side.

　　 After a while, there was no response from the plan.

"Why do not you speak?"

　　 The makeup artist turned to look at the planner, but found that the planner's face was a bit ugly, staring in one direction.

　　 followed the planning gaze and looked over.

　　 In an instant, the makeup artist's face turned white.

　　 "There are bionics!"

　　 He didn't care so much, so he shouted to remind everyone.

　　 Chen Qing heard the words, and was happy first.

　　 He turned his head and was shocked.

　　……

　　 The fifteenth district.

Central hospital.

　　 The onlookers have dispersed, and the people from the Executive Board have also left.

　　 The remaining blue blood on the ground tells what happened here.

　　 Wu Yu made another contribution.

　　 In fact, in that scene, no matter who fired the shot, it was a credit, but...maybe it was the compassion in the heart that made some executives want to follow the normal procedures to arrest, prosecute, and open court...

　　 Everyone understands that it is a machine, but he is so human.

　　 The law was not made for the bionics. They all knew that the final fate of the bionics was to smash it and throw it into the landfill.

　　Because he killed the employer six years ago, he would melt the chip first, and then shred it.

　　 "Squeak."

　　 Lu Wen pushed open a ward.

　　 The child has just finished the operation and is lying on the hospital bed. He has not yet woken up.

　　 Mother stood by, her expression haggard, her eyes were swollen, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. I wanted to come to see the news on TV.

　　 Xia Chuluo hurried in after a while.

"where did you go?"

　　 "Surgical fees have been settled, and part of the follow-up treatment costs have been paid."

　　 A short sentence made Lu Wen's eyes widened.

　　 This is a cost of hundreds of thousands!

　　 This family has no insurance, so the money is given in full.

　　 "Don't you know that my parents used to be rich?" Xia Chuluo said indifferently.

　　 "I..." Lu Wen took a deep breath, "I still...I don't know."

　　 Xia Chuluo's parents went early because of a car accident.

　　Then the young girl hired a lawyer to get the inheritance that she should have received at the age of eighteen.

　　 "Hold this."

　　 Xia Chuluo took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to the woman in front of the bed.

　　 The woman was a little dazed, and took the box.

　　 Lu Wen is also thinking about what is in the box, can it be money?

　　 The woman opened the box.

　　 The white sponge filled the box.

　　...Four chips are embedded in the sponge.

　　 The four chips that should have been melted are the hope of a bionic person's resurrection!

　　 Big tears dripped from the eye sockets, and the woman closed the box and held it in her arms. She looked at Xia Chuluo and knelt down on the spot.

　　 Lu Wen's eyes are quick and his hands are quick, and he holds it up.

　　 "After the child recovers from illness, I go to the house and study, and I will pay for the follow-up expenses."

　　 Xia Chuluo doesn't express feelings very much. A face has always been calm, and it is the same now.

　　 "Birth can never determine a person's future, but his road will be a bit bumpy. I don't expect him to be successful. At least, he can take your family out of the slum."

　　 It is difficult to move out of the slum.

　　 Generally speaking, what kind of person you will become when you live in an environment.

　　 "The slum is just a title. Being born here does not mean that you have to live a lifetime of poverty."

　　 "Tell him, don't kneel down when you see people, your knees won't solve the problem, never put your hopes in the sympathy of others, and learn to use your own brain and hands to solve problems."

　　 The woman nodded silently

　　 On the hospital bed, the child's eyelashes trembled, as if trying to open his eyes.

　　 "Lu Wen, let's go."

"Ok."

　　 Lu Wen saw Xia Chuluo's discomfort.

　　 She is not playing the savior or anything, and she doesn't need to be grateful.

　　 She just wanted to save a child simply.

　　 Close the door of the ward.

　　Walking in the building, doctors and patients hurriedly rubbing shoulders.

　　 The smell of disinfectant is permeating the air. Lu Wen can't smell it, but the nose can be analyzed. This smell is one of the two hundred kinds.

　　 The two also met an acquaintance.

　　 "Can you find inspiration in this kind of place?"

　　 Lu Wen sees that little painter who is often worried about why he is an art.

　　 That is a lounge area in a corridor.

　　 The little painter sits at the entrance of the lounge area, with a drawing board in front of him, and a colorful palette beside him.

　　 There is a window at the end of the lounge area.

　　 Next to the window is a girl in a wheelchair~www.ltnovel.com~ The girl looked into the distance, with pale skin and white hair, she turned her head.

　　 a beautiful face, pink pupils.

　　 The sun came in through the window.

　　 She is smiling, like an angel falling into the world.

　　 "Leukemia?"

"Ok."

　　 The two came behind the little painter.

　　 The picture is very simple, sunny and grassy, ​​the girl is standing in the sun, and the breeze is blowing her long skirt.

　　 There is very little sunshine in this world.

　　 Perhaps because of a certain wish, the little painter came to the hospital.

　　 Seeing the two, the little painter was also a little surprised, after all, this is the 15th district.

　　 He smiled and greeted the two of them, not as shy as before.

　　 "Let's see more."

　　 Lu Wen thinks it would be nice to stay here and watch the little painter's paintings.

　　 After all, Xia Chuluo had a broken rib. Although she hadn't said it, it was definitely uncomfortable, but she just didn't want to rest.

　　 He found a lot of posts about broken ribs on the Internet, and the posters said it was very painful.

"Ok."

　　 Xia Chuluo did not refute Lu Wen this time.

　　 Rare, really rare.

　　 Lu Wen asked Xia Chuluo to sit in the rest area, and he was going to buy some food outside, but there was no time to eat the bowl of noodles at noon.

　　 But just as he was about to leave, Xia Chuluo's phone vibrated.

　　 She took out her mobile phone, looked at the phone number on it, and frowned.

"Hey……"

　　 In more than ten seconds, the phone hangs up.

　　 Judging from the tone of Xia Chuluo, it is not a good thing.

　　 "Take a trip, someone died."

"Who?"

　　 "The one you saw today, the gang boss."