Patient of fate, enemy of the gods
"Everyone in the world knows that 'a long-term illness can provide a cure', but they don't know that those who have been ill for a long time will be healed by heaven."
My wife sold my liver for half a million. The day she signed, I opened my "diagnostic eyes."
When I cut open the golden body of the gods and saw the abscess deep in the incense; when I touched the pulse of heaven and heard the coughing and wheezing of the changing era - I realized that my hands, which had been soaked in the sufferings of the world, had long been infected with the disease of "diagnosing the world".
But this madhouse is just the beginning. The entire city is shrouded in threads, and everyone is being scored, rewritten, and harvested by "readers". And there is more than one god hidden deep in this "medicine field".
Before Zhou Buyu died, he said: "Make the word 'hang' good."
There is no cure for this disease, there is only one way: either I can cure this day, or I will become the "cancer" that God most wants to remove.
There are three days left on Thursday.
My liver is still waiting for me to get it.
