I Was Once a Legend

Chapter 198 The meaning of life

"The box is gone," he whispered.

"What box?"

"A space box for containing memes." The place where the space box was originally placed was replaced by a box of the same color. It looked very similar, and the clown didn't notice it at the first time, "Chang Hui wants to take away the memes."

"Ah, but it's a pity that they are one step too late." Cui Zuojing felt relieved when he heard this, "Dong Zheng told me that the meme is called Murphy, and now in his mind, he has successfully put me It was infected, and the people in your circus are probably not spared."

"Fortunately, it was one step ahead." The clown held the replaced box in his hand, "This idea probably came from "Mystery of Worms."

Cui Zuojing: "Does it want Murphy's remaining power?"

The clown was a little surprised: "Yes, how do you know this? When those things happened back then, you hadn't come to the Pure White Realm, right?"

"Luo Yan told me." Cui Zuojing didn't hide anything. He picked up the vodka, took another sip, and almost choked to tears again. "If it's just the box, then there's no big problem."

The clown nodded, and the two of them didn't speak for a moment. It was also at this time that the clown realized that Cui Zuojing had really grown a lot taller after the seal was lifted, and he was no longer the 16-year-old kid who only reached his chest.

After a while, Cui Zuojing rubbed his face, and took two unsteady steps, obviously a little over the top.

The emotion in his chest was so strong, uncontrollable, unbearable, and now he really, really wanted to see that person.

I don't want to bear it anymore.

"Where is Dong Zheng?"

Victor followed the dwarf. The audience had all left. The staff was busy cleaning up the venue and bringing the animal actors back to the backstage. Everyone was doing their own things in an orderly manner.

Victor sneaked in from under the curtain, and the magician was changing clothes inside. He took off his top hat, one arm was disassembled and placed on his leg, and the other was painted with a brush dipped in rosin.The box next to him was opened, and there were many puppet limb parts inside. After taking off the white gloves, the ball joints between his wrists were exposed.

Victor stopped in his tracks, touched the magician's trousers with his paw, and when the other party was paying attention to him, he said, "Sir, can you help my friend touch the curse of Busby's chair if you have time?"

"That lady." The magician remembered, he bent down and touched Victor's head, and said with a smile, "Sorry, I forgot at that time, I will go right away."

Another identical magician came out from behind the curtain. Thin silk threads were tied at the joints, and the faint reflection could only be seen under the white light. He asked Victor where Wang Que was now, and went to find her. .

The last time he came to the circus, Victor was still in human form. The magician didn't recognize that the white cat had seen it before, and Victor didn't say much. After making sure that Wang Que was fine, he continued to follow the dwarf.

He was taken to a room that was different from the rest of the circus.

With bright but non-glare white lights, spotless equipment and the smell of disinfectant in the air, Victor knew it was an operating room as soon as he entered the door. No place was more familiar to him than this. The Department of Clinical Medicine of the Moscow State Sedonov Medical Academy has been on the operating table for 25 years since then.

The doctor, covered in bandages, stood there and whispered, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see." Victor walked over step by step. There was a man lying on the operating table. Half of his body below the waist was blown off, but he was still alive in pain.

The shadowless lamp shone on his gray face and slack pupils, and the medical instruments displayed various vital signs. Victor just glanced at it and knew that unless the gods came down to earth, it would be difficult to revive this man with the ability of modern medicine .

He never said never, as a doctor, Victor would not give up any possible hope of life until he was completely declared dead.

"He wants to live, even if he turns into a monster, it doesn't matter."

As the doctor said, he opened the freezer beside him. The liquid nitrogen vaporized and released a white mist. The light blue mask covered most of the doctor's face, and only two eyes could be seen, which was ruthless.

Inside the freezer was the headless body of a white horse.

"He'll be a good actor," murmured the Doctor.

"You want to transplant this thing to him?" Victor stared at the man's wound that had been cleaned. The disconnected aorta was very precisely connected to the external catheter to form a blood circulation circuit, and the important internal organs were also safely in the abdominal cavity. With the heart beating lightly.

There is no life-support device, no blood transfusion to stabilize blood pressure, no strict disinfection, and even let him in with a cat. All self-confidence and serious irregular operations stem from the doctor's ability, named "Don't Die".

On his operating table, there will never be a patient who dies from his injuries, even if he wants to.

Many freak show actors were transformed into that appearance. They were injured for various reasons and agreed to the doctor to save their lives, but they had no choice about how they would exist after they came back alive.

"If you're like this, don't you feel guilty?" Victor whispered, "When he wakes up and sees himself like that, he would rather not ask you at all."

"I'm not like you, I just think it's funny." The doctor moved the horse's body onto the operating table, marking where each blood vessel and nerve should correspond, "So I never call myself a doctor."

He paused, looked at Victor, and couldn't hide his excitement in his voice: "Watching brand new creatures being born in my hands is as happy as the creator."

Victor didn't speak, he stared at the doctor quietly, and the doctor clearly saw the disapproval and severe condemnation in his amber pupils.

The doctor smiled. Holding the surgical forceps, he squatted down and touched Victor's head, tilting his head and asked, "So what do you want to do? Just watch him die? What's the difference between this and killing him? If you don't want to die then, what right do you have to deprive him of the right to live?"

He sneered, stood up, and pointed to the place specially prepared for Victor on the operating table.

"Come and help."

Hearing the sound of surgical forceps colliding with each other, Victor finally jumped up.

Skin, flesh, bones, blood vessels, nerves, internal organs.

Everything reappeared before Victor's eyes again, the last time he saw it on the operating table was ten years ago.

He is just a cat now, unable to really help, he can only stand aside and watch, and at the same time remind the doctor who has never received systematic medical training that the blood vessels cannot be sutured like this.

Of course, the doctor won't listen. With the ability, even if he stitches rough like sewing clothes, it won't break.

Victor saw his forehead twitching. If this was his student, he would have been kicked out of the classroom a long time ago.

The man on the operating table has fallen into an anesthesia coma, and the body of the white horse is gradually stitched together with him. Victor recalled the many operations he had performed. The patient was lying on his operating table, under the shadowless lamp, with a life , someone died.

If only I had this kind of ability, I wouldn't have so many times when I weakly put down the equipment, walked out of the operating room, and shook my head sadly at the anxiously waiting relatives outside.

Victor didn't watch the doctor's operation, he stared at the patient's pale face and mutilated body, his nasal cavity was filled with blood, and the long-lost question resurfaced again.

What is life?

Sitting for the first time in the brightly lit classroom of the Sedonov Academy, the old professor with gray beard asked such questions to the young students in the audience.

Earlier, when he was chopping wood with his father in the Siberian pine forest and saw frozen birds in the snow, Victor first thought of this question.

What is life?

He thought about it for 40 years, listening to the first cry of his daughter when he was born outside the delivery room, seeing off his father who passed away unexpectedly, seeing countless joys and sorrows, and finally ushering in his own death.

There has been no answer.

Afterwards, he came to the afterlife. Whether as a senior surgeon with precise operations or a pilgrim with medical skills, Victor has undoubtedly become the most popular type of person in the pure white world. , Facing the olive branches extended by countless teams, he chose a team that was not eye-catching at all, which surprised people.

There is a German who is not very rigorous, a weak math teacher, and a cowardly child who is only 16 years old.

He put on a bird's beak mask in District IX and became a plague doctor. He used his ability and excellent professionalism to save many injured pilgrims in boxes, and he was the most solid backing of the tea party team.

He was stopped by Midnight in the corridor of the palace and turned into a cat. He and Cui Zuojing left the pure white realm and became a cat raised by a boy who would never grow up.

The cat's body is gradually getting old, and his old body makes it difficult for him to move and his thinking is confused, until the boy holds him and returns to the pure white world again.

He is alive again.

They met new friends, found old friends, and always had unquenchable dreams and longings in their hearts.In the doll's house, he was shattered by Pan's palm. When he was on the verge of death, he broke through the first seal and truly gained the strength of his "body".

But Victor has never understood what life is.

It is said that only by walking on the edge of life and death can one realize the true meaning of life. He has walked back and forth so many times, dying, coming back to life, dying, and living again.

But still don't understand.

Victor gradually realized that he may never find the answer, because not all questions have definite answers.

His eyes gradually blurred, leaving only the man's tightly closed eyes. In the laxity before anesthesia, there was still a desperate desire to live.

A faint purple light emerged from the white cat.

Thoughts suddenly returned to Xia Tian.

"Victor Vladimir Morozov." The old professor on the stage stared at the young man standing up in a hurry, looking at his flustered violet pupils, and asked, "What do you think life is?" ?”

The classmates who didn't know each other stared at the unlucky guy who was picked up on the first day of school, with a look of fun, quietly waiting for his answer.

"I don't know, teacher." After hesitating a few times, Victor heard his young voice sound through time 38 years later, different from the professor's standard Moscow accent, he seemed to be able to hear the deepest pine forest in Siberia in his pronunciation The whistling of the wind and snow, and the wailing of the frozen birds that he had buried in the snow.

"I haven't been able to answer such an esoteric question...but I think it cannot be defined."