Chapter 105

Lin Chen looked at Old Zhou's eyebrows, which were still tightly furrowed in his coma, and the wounds that were constantly seeping blood,

his anger instantly flared up, and he roared at the system: "What kind of broken syringe did you give? The person is like this now,

can't stop the bleeding and is still in a coma, are you useful at all?"

【The system only provides items and cannot predict all reactions after individual use, Old Zhou's injuries are too severe, the painkiller only relieves pain and cannot treat the wounds】 the system's mechanical voice sounded.

"Can't treat?

Then what's the use of you giving me this syringe?" Lin Chen continued to scold, "Aren't you omnipotent?

You can't even treat this little injury, and you dare to call yourself a system? I think you are a useless system!"

The blackening gene in his body couldn't listen anymore and said: "Stop scolding the system,

instead of having the energy for this, why not think about how to save Old Zhou, can scolding solve the problem?"

"If I don't scold it, who do I scold?

If it weren't for the broken syringe it gave,

would Old Zhou be like this?

" Lin Chen didn't listen at all, still venting at the system, "If you had provided treatment medicine earlier,

Old Zhou wouldn't have lost his eyes and limbs, you did it on purpose!"

"Are you brain-damaged?

The system said before there was no treatment medicine, you didn't hear it clearly and you blame the system?" The blackening gene was also annoyed,

and argued directly with Lin Chen, "You are a piece of trash who only knows how to shirk responsibility, when things happen you only know how to scold others, you don't know how to think of a way yourself!"

"I shirk responsibility? It's clearly the system that's useless!" Lin Chen retorted.

"If the system is useless, why do you rely on it? If you have the ability, save Old Zhou yourself!" The blackening gene sneered.

The two argued endlessly, Xia Nuan wanted to persuade but couldn't get a word in. Just then,

a white light suddenly descended from the sky, shining straight into Old Zhou's body. Lin Chen and the blackening gene's argument stopped instantly, both staring at Old Zhou.

After the white light lasted for a few seconds and disappeared, looking at Old Zhou again, all his gray hair had fallen out,

his bald scalp was full of wrinkles, only a few teeth remained in his mouth, his cheeks were sunken, and his skin was loose as if hanging on his bones, looking instantly aged to over 90 years old.

Old Zhou slowly opened his eyes, saw his hands—withered like tree branches,

then touched his head and face, and suddenly cried brokenly: "How did I become like this? I don't want to live like this, I might as well be dead!"

Old Zhou struggled to climb up from the sofa, looking like he wanted to commit suicide.

Lin Chen quickly stepped forward and held him down: "Old Zhou, don't be impulsive, there is hope if you live, we will definitely find a way to help you!"

Xia Nuan also persuaded from the side: "Old Zhou, don't give up, although medical technology is affected by the doomsday,

we can definitely find a way to make you recover a bit!"

Old Zhou didn't listen at all, pushing Lin Chen away hard: "Recover what? I'm a useless person now,

missing eyes and arms and legs, and I'm this old, what's the point of living? Might as well be dead!"

Lin Chen looked at Old Zhou's excited appearance, his heart anxious and painful, and raised his hand to slap Old Zhou's face.

With a "slap" sound, Old Zhou was hit to the side, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and two teeth.

He was stunned, then cried even harder: "You hit me? Even you think I'm a burden, right?"

"I hit you to make you wake up!" Lin Chen roared at Old Zhou, "What's the use of you dying now?

Song Jia's revenge hasn't been avenged, the Blade-Arm Giant hasn't been solved, He Shao and Gan Jiang are still waiting outside to kill us, if you die now, you're a coward!"

The blackening gene in his body rarely didn't mock, but praised: "Well done, should have made him wake up long ago, crying doesn't solve any problems."

Old Zhou was stunned by Lin Chen's scolding, and his crying gradually became smaller. Lin Chen continued to persuade,

from the hardships of the doomsday to the hope they found the base together, and then talked about Song Jia's death and the threat of the Blade-Arm Giant, persuading for a full half hour.

Old Zhou finally calmed down, wiped his tears, and said in a low voice: "I know, I won't commit suicide, I'll be with you guys, to fight those bastards."

Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief and said to the system: "System, give me a pack of cigarettes." 【Cigarettes have been provided to the host, stored in infinite space】 the system replied. Lin Chen took out cigarettes from the infinite space, pulled one out and handed it to Old Zhou,

and lit one for himself. The two sat on the sofa, smoke rising slowly, Old Zhou took a puff of the cigarette,

coughed a few times, but still persisted, his eyes gradually becoming firm. Xia Nuan looked at the two, a smile appearing on her face, and turned to go to the kitchen to find water, preparing to pour them two cups of warm water.