The man on the hospital bed looked at me with a pleading expression, and I could see his desire to survive through his eyes.
People want to live, and whether they are good or bad, they all want to survive because they have the right to live.
Looking at the man on the hospital bed, I have sympathy, but love cannot overflow "If I can save you, you have to listen to me for everything, you can't say anything to the outside world, you have to keep your mouth shut," I asked, looking at the man on the hospital bed.
"As long as I can survive, I am willing to do whatever you ask me to do, who are you, it should not be as simple as just coming in and looking for something," the man on the hospital bed looked at me and asked.
"You have so many questions that I don't want to answer any of your questions.
You just need to know that I can help you survive," I said, looking at the man on the hospital bed without any rise or fall in my voice.
"Good.
I'm giving you my life, it's up to you to live or die," the man said, looking at me.
I was thinking in my heart, how to help this man, but it would definitely not work.
Then it has to be done skillfully, and the man on the nurse's side will definitely not talk about it here, because his current purpose is to live I was the only hope that would keep him alive.
Therefore, he will unconditionally agree to whatever I say now.
"Don't be in a hurry to promise me anything, I need help right now.
Would you like to" I asked, looking at the man in the hospital bed.
I am indeed the one who needs help right now.
Because I didn't communicate with Master in time.
Master doesn't know anything now.
Not to mention what it could do to help me.
What I do now can only be faced by myself.
No matter how tough I am, it's not something I can completely resist alone.
Although Master couldn't help me much.
But I'll just eat Master's mental tactics.
As long as she sarcastically mocks me.
I was motivated right away.
Maybe this is a person's habit, as long as Master can arouse my motivation.
And I just ate her set, but I didn't feel angry "You say what you want me to do, as long as it keeps me alive.
I can do whatever you tell me to do.
I'm just a pauper, and I don't have so many extravagant hopes.
But.
I have parents and children, and I don't want to die, let alone die so inexplicably.
As long as you put forward conditions, I am willing to go to Bo Yibo, at least I still have hope of survival, if I don't see you today, I don't even have the slightest hope, but in fact, I am just waiting for the moment of death."
The man looked at me at length and said.
In fact, whether it is a living person or a dead person, I have seen a lot of this kind of dying struggle.
Sympathy is such a thing, you can have it, but you can't be sympathetic.
If you think it's not good to use.
It may harm yourself.
My grandmother has warned me many times that compassion cannot be done without me, but if compassion is overflowing, it is possible to lose my life.
I understand what Grandma means, it's completely for ghosts, and there is another way of saying for the living.
Being a ghost hunter is actually quite contradictory, sometimes there are too many ideas, and there are more ghosts than living people.
Once the sympathy is overflowing, I don't know how to die.
Ghosts don't tell you anything.
Even if a living person is in front of interests, he can deny his relatives.
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