Night’s Nomenclature

Chapter 949: A Photograph

Return.

Countdown 168:00:00.

Qing Chen opened his eyes; they were still at the training base, but everyone had lost their previous laughter.

"How many casualties in total?" Qing Chen asked.

"2700," Little Seven said softly, "and it was a meaningless sacrifice."

Qing Chen shook his head: "Not meaningless. Their deaths will warn us never to use our experience fighting in the East Continent to deal with the enemies of the West Continent. Their methods are more bizarre, not just black magic, but also the priests of Blackwater City and the Ashen Messengers of Phoenix City."

Luo Wanya asked: "170,000 people from the Guardians' Union have retreated to the Blackleaf Plain. That number is too large; even supplies are a problem. And most importantly, this is already our core strength, all of the highest level. If they can only hide in the Blackleaf Plain, then the Guardians' Union is essentially crippled."

It's fine to work in an office; after all, as long as the Key Gate is open, everyone is like going in and out of an office, and transmitting information is not a problem.

But the combat effectiveness of the Guardians' Union is gone.

Luo Wanya said: "Or should we temporarily and urgently cultivate a batch of C-Class experts, to be at Boss's disposal?" "Cultivating others will delay your Cultivation. What I want is high-end combat power. Even if a batch of C-Class are temporarily cultivated, under this intensity of war, they can only be cannon fodder," Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "Cultivate steadily in the Blackleaf Plain. All of you Time Travelers, return to Whale Island, everyone use Purple Orchid Star Cultivation. Let's lie low for a while; I'll find a way to solve this."

The Guardians' Union expanded too quickly, everyone was complacent, it was time to settle down.

Qing Chen found Alice and Solare, smiling and hugging them goodbye.

The Guardians' Union left two helicopters here, then returned to Whale Island through the Key Gate, while Qing Chen flew into the night sky with Yang Yang's help.

The next day, Qing Chen appeared at a public hospital in Haicheng. He took his documents and walked into the magnetic resonance imaging room, lying flat on the bed, slowly being sent into the semi-enclosed instrument.

This time he came to the hospital without going through the Hu Family, like an ordinary person, registering, queuing, and paying.

Qing Chen didn't want too many people to know about his condition. Although going through the Hu Family could ensure confidentiality, the Puppeteer might prioritize infiltrating the Hu Family Group.

In the afternoon, the magnetic resonance imaging films came out.

Qing Chen took the films to see the doctor, smiling at Yang Yang beside him: "The doctor might tell me to eat whatever I want."

Yang Yang twisted his arm: "It's time like this, and you still have the mood to joke."

Yang Yang seemed more worried than Qing Chen.

Entering, Qing Chen politely said: "Hello, doctor, I want to ask how much time I have left?"

The doctor looked at the films one by one, then looked at Qing Chen: "Your cancer cells have spread throughout your body…doesn't it hurt?"

"It hurts," Qing Chen replied, "It hurts all over, as if my whole body is splitting apart. My heart and lungs are also a little weak."

The doctor was astonished: "Then how come you look like you're fine? Other patients at your stage would have collapsed long ago. How can you still smile?"

Cancer in the body is a complete destruction of all bodily functions.

So at this point, patients will be in pain every moment. Even a feather on the body may feel like a mountain pressing down.

Breathless.

The doctor had seen too many terminal patients with cancer cells spreading throughout their bodies. Sometimes he couldn't bear to watch their suffering.

But the Qing Chen in front of him was different. Qing Chen also felt pain, but he was still very calm.

Calm, not like a cancer patient at all.

Qing Chen thought for a moment and explained: "The pain does exist, but I'm probably used to it. My body's pain threshold has been raised in the past, so this pain is temporarily bearable."

The doctor was shocked. How high was this threshold raised? Or, what had this young man experienced to raise his pain threshold to…a point where even the pain of cancer could be calmly treated?

Qing Chen smiled: "Doctor, can I still be saved?"

The old doctor pushed his glasses and looked at the films again: "Use PD-1 or PD-L1 immunotherapy. First, do a genetic test to see which one is suitable for you. I don't know what your family conditions are. This treatment is expensive, about 800,000 yuan a year, but it is somewhat effective for terminal patients."

"Are there side effects?" Qing Chen asked.

"It will damage your liver and kidney function, and there is also a risk of death, such as developing immune myocarditis," the old doctor patiently said, "Of course, compared to terminal cancer, it's always worth a try."

The doctor's implication was that you're going to die anyway, so try it, maybe you can have a way out and live a little longer.

However, after hearing about the risk of death, Qing Chen asked: "If I give up treatment, how much longer do I have?"

The doctor seriously looked at the films: "A month? Two months? Young man, you may not be able to afford the medical expenses, but now medical insurance can reimburse part of it, and you only have one life…"

Qing Chen smiled and said: "No, I'll use all my money for medical treatment, what about my wife? Thank you, doctor, I won't get treatment."

The doctor looked at Qing Chen in surprise, then at Yang Yang: "You haven't reached the legal marriage age yet."

Qing Chen said: "We look young, but we have a 9-year-old daughter."

Speaking, he also took out his phone to show the doctor a photo of Shinguji Maki: "Isn't she cute?"

"Oh…" The doctor didn't know what to say.

The two went out, Yang Yang laughing beside him: "Your serious nonsense is quite funny."

She supported Qing Chen's shoulder, laughing so hard she couldn't straighten up, but as she laughed, she reached out to wipe her tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry," Qing Chen patted Yang Yang's head: "Even Demi-Gods can't kill me, what's a little cancer? I already have some plans, and some people have succeeded. I may not die."

"I'm not crying, my eyes are just sore," Yang Yang straightened up and sniffed: "Let's go, eat whatever you want!"

"You said what the doctor said."

"What are your plans next? Rest well, complete the remaining two Trials of Life and Death, then inject the medicine?" Yang Yang asked, "Boss He injected the medicine, you also have it, right?"

"Yes, it's on Whale Island, Boss Zheng is watching over it, there won't be any problems," Qing Chen said, "But I can't rest yet. As for the Trials of Life and Death, the remaining two don't require training, just gambling with your life. I have more important things to do."

"Huh? At this time, what is more important than life?" Yang Yang wondered.

"What's more important than my life is the lives of 170,000 members of the Guardians' Union," Qing Chen said, "I'm going to the West Continent again to kill the Arbiters."

For the curse of black magic, Qing Chen and the others currently have no good solution.

This kind of thing is like an alien species invasion. For example, European rabbits were originally introduced to Australia as food. It has natural enemies in its native land, but after arriving in Australia, it lost its natural enemies. This species, which did not originally exist in the food chain, suddenly became a disaster.

The black magic curse is the same. If the East Continent has always had black magic, then everyone would also hide their real names and birthdays like the West Continent.

In fact, black magic is a very awkward existence in the West Continent. There's no great need to curse ordinary people, but if you want to curse masters, you don't know what their names are.

Can Storm Duke curse Blackwater, Phoenix, and Silver Duke? No.

Can Storm Duke curse a certain Fate Weaver? No either.

When Demi-Gods really fight, Storm Duke is the weakest one in the West Continent.

This is equivalent to being able to bully the weak, but always being bullied in high-end games. Storm Duke may not even be able to beat the bottom of the Demi-Gods, "Zhong Yu'.

This is the current situation of the Arbiters in the West Continent.

So, when he had the opportunity to switch to Fate Weaver inheritance, he immediately switched.

In a few decades, the East Continent may also be like this. By then, black magic will again become a useless thing.

Once a threat appears, people will find ways to solve it. By then, everyone will hide their real names, and the Arbiters can only look at a bunch of silly nicknames like "Leshan Bangbang Chicken", "Firebird Twirl Twirl", "Pure Little Dragon", "Newspaper Boy", and so on, powerless.

It's just that this time, black magic came to the East Continent unprepared, like an alien species invasion.

This problem, the East Continent still doesn't know how to solve.

But for Qing Chen, if you can't solve the problem, then solve the people who created the problem.

Or, this should be the way a Demi-God solves problems.

…

…

On the third day of their return, Qing Chen and Yang Yang went to Haicheng's Disneyland.

It was rather awkward that the projects that were very exciting for ordinary people were passed through expressionlessly by the two of them…it's the participation that matters.

While riding the roller coaster, Qing Chen calmly described things in Ginkgo Garden to Yang Yang, making Yang Yang quite want to go and play. Qing Chen also promised her that he would definitely take her there someday in the future.

The two of them sat calmly on the roller coaster, chatting, forming a stark contrast to other tourists…

Yang Yang took many photos with Qing Chen.

Taking photos of Qing Chen alone, or the two of them together, it was like frantically making up for the lack between them, hastily doing what couples should do.

Yang Yang seemed afraid that time would pass too quickly, and before she had time to do certain things, she wouldn't have the chance.

In the evening, staying in the hotel, Yang Yang kept receiving express deliveries.

Qing Chen took a shower and dried his hair, curiously looking at Yang Yang: "What did you buy?"

Yang Yang smiled strangely: "All kinds of beautiful clothes. I plan to wear them all for you to see before you die, so you won't have any regrets."

Qing Chen: "…"

…

…

On the fourth day of their return.

Yang Yang held Qing Chen's hand and flew back to Luo City. The two of them each carried a backpack and wore a baseball cap, like two time travelers, leisurely enjoying the joy of traveling.

They landed on the rooftop terrace of the yellow language building of Luo City Foreign Language School. Classes were in session, and the two of them sat leisurely on the edge of the terrace.

Qing Chen stared at the campus: "I haven't been back for a long time. It feels kind of familiar. Look at the small cafeteria in the southeast corner. They sell 50-cent buns filled with spicy and sour shredded potatoes, the simplest meal. When I was poorest, I lived on one bun a day. Later, the cafeteria aunt probably thought I was too miserable, and would give me a free bowl of porridge every time."

"To the west is the wall of honor, where the photos of the top students of each grade are posted, and a motto can be written below the photos. I won first place in my grade once, and then I made an agreement with the stewed rice noodle shop at the entrance to advertise for them, "Love her, take her to eat stewed rice noodles'. That advertisement earned more than 2,000 yuan, paid for a year's tuition, and lasted for three months of living expenses. Later, the school didn't allow it anymore, so I never got first place again."

Yang Yang laughed beside him: "Anything else?"

"I also helped classmates write love letters, one chicken leg per letter."

"I also helped classmates cheat on exams. His father rewarded him with 1,000 yuan, and he gave me half."

"I studied Game Recording during the day, and at night I went to the Wangcheng Park in the north to win money from old men. I would deliberately lose five yuan first, then win 20."

"Later, I continued studying Game Recording, calculating chess moves, just to make them think they could almost win."

"But I was still young back then, and I didn't know how to control myself when I first experienced the joy of winning money. After the old men discovered my routine, they stopped playing with me."

Qing Chen recalled with a smile, in those years he did many things for money, both good and bad.

Looking back now, the financial difficulties of that time, compared to the difficulties of today, were nothing.

That's life. The hurdles you once thought you couldn't overcome, when you look back years later, you'll suddenly find they were nothing.

But this time, Qing Chen didn't know whether he could overcome this hurdle.

"Let's go, take you to eat the dan dan noodles at Xiaojie Tianfu," Qing Chen smiled, "and Xiaojie pot stickers, Luo City water banquet, tomorrow morning go to the county to drink Tiexie mutton soup."

Yang Yang smiled at him, feeling that if time could be frozen at this moment, it would be very good.

"Qing Chen!" Yang Yang suddenly called his name.

Qing Chen turned to look: "What?"

"Don't leave me alone."

"Okay."

…

…

On the fifth day of their return.

Qing Chen took Yang Yang to every place he had lived.

On the sixth day of their return.

Qing Chen and Yang Yang went to a photo studio to take a picture. The two of them changed into white shirts, sat in front of a red backdrop, and took a photo with a nervous and stiff smile, like all wedding photos, smiling happily but somewhat unnaturally.

On the seventh day of their return, after dinner, the two of them walked back to their residence hand in hand, wearing baseball caps.

There was a girl behind them who looked over in confusion. Her boyfriend asked her: "What are you looking at?"

"I think I saw Qing Chen!"

"Is that the legendary Master of Daybreak?" The boyfriend's eyes lit up.

"It seems like it, but it also doesn't seem like it," the girl was doubtful.

The reason she was doubtful was that she felt Qing Chen was already a heavenly figure and shouldn't be walking so ordinary on the street.

Countdown to Zero.

Transmigration.