Not long after the old woman left, the nurse came in for a routine check-up and saw that Zion was still sleeping, so she patted him.

Zion opened his eyes in a daze and was confused for a moment.

Was he just dreaming?

Sometimes people have dreams that are incredibly real, such as when the alarm clock goes off and they keep reminding themselves that it's time to get up and brush their teeth and wash their faces to go to work, so they got up and brushed their teeth and washed their faces ... and wake up with a start, realizing they are dreaming.

Another example was to feel anxious to urine in sleep, and find a toilet all over the world in your dream, and then solve the ... not a moment later, you will wake up again by urine only to find that you just dreamed.

At the moment Zion had a feeling, he felt that as if he got up in the morning to find his father or something, but do not know when he crawled back to sleep again or he just all just a dream carried out only.

The nurse saw that Zion was again silent and not talking, lost in his own world.

She shook her head. The boy's reflexes were indeed poor, let's hope he'll be back to normal after the surgery!

Just as the nurse went out, David came back and he looked at the time.

He had only been out for seven minutes, and Zion was up?

Why didn't he get more sleep?

David thought so, but didn't say anything, just said, "Let's eat breakfast!"

"Hospitalization can't be compared to home, simply have some take-out."

Zion took a look at the food box, it said 'The Sumptuous Feast', a hotel specializing in morning tea, a half palm-sized bun, duo crab meat dumplings in soup, an original and traditional milk tart additional with a cup of Old Granny's original grated soy milk ... would cost more than two thousand dollars.

Zion used to spend his own money to eat and thought it was super expensive.

Now I think ... it was indeed simple, to get a meal at home, staying home is the best.

Zion was thinking about something silently, David was seldom talkative, he was silent.

Father and son were eating, the ward was terribly quiet. Ryan came over when I thought people are out.

Speechless.

"Zion, the surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning at nine, you eat lighter today."

Ryan looked at the time and added, "Don't worry, the surgery was done by one of Uncle Junior's brothers, he's experienced in surgery and bold."

Zion remained silent.

The phrase automatically translated in his mind, that person is experienced in opening people's brain scoops and is bold.

Ryan saw Zion silent, anyway, was already used to it, continued, "a simple small surgery only, open cranial hematoma removal success rate is generally in the 95%, my brother technology is a little more excellent, almost no failure cases."

Zion remained silent.

Okay, he has a 5% chance of gagging, so be prepared ahead of time.

Ryan reassured him a couple more times before he hurried back to the department to check in.

After Zion ate his meal to match the routine check-up, he took out paper and pen ... and started writing a suicide note.

Although he is not playing the game now, but his “Musin Rimujin” that account is worth 10 million ... this account saves it for Susie.

He still has half a million in savings last time he gave Susie 2 million, give two hundred and fifty is not good to hear so he left half a million ... this half a million are also given to Susie.

He still has two unfinished assignments for the summer, this one left for Lulu.

There are several game character models in his room, some are sent by the platform, some are sent by the father of the A ... sold can barely make up a 100,000 bar this also left to Susie.

He also has a small number, the small number although not often play but the body of the equipment, skin all these can still sell 10,000, this also left Susie it.

It seems that in addition to these there is no more, Zion frowned.

People who are old when they die leave their children a house, car and money, he except hundreds of thousands of dollars, but there is nothing else can leave Susie.

Not even a house.

Zion remained silent.

It seems that we can't die, try hard, live a few more years earn more to Susie left a house, car, tickets, and preferably a few pieces of land.

Zion just finished writing his suicide note, Susie and the others came over.

Wade's eyes were sharp and he reached over to grab the folded note in Zion's hand, "What's this? Let me see."

Zion withdrew his hand.

Wade cut out, "Don't read it, just don't read it, just kidding!"

Susie looked at Zion and asked curiously, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Mitch Dubin gave him a look and shook his head, "A disheveled look, and it's not even surgery yet."

Susie always felt that something was wrong and asked in a small voice, "Expert Patriarch, is Brother Zion possessed?"

Mitch Dubin shook his head, "No, don't guess blindly."

Although the hospital has a heavy Yin energy and there are ghosts roaming around, he saw that Zion was not struck.

It was more like too much medication, absent-minded.

It turns out that just that old woman in Zion's shoulders to tap those two, with the use of ecstasy, the means of the Yang world, Mitch Dubin and Susie which did not see at once.

Susie lying on the edge of Zion's hospital bed, asked, "Brother, you saw something unclean? Or did you encounter something strange?"

Zion's hand, holding the suicide note, stiffened slightly and glared, "Don't curse me."

He had no recollection of the old woman shooting him.

Susie hastily covered her mouth and waved her hand, "I didn't mean it like that."

Zion grunted, shoved the suicide note in his hand into Susie's hand then quickly turned his head to the side and said, "Take this, you can open it when I do the surgery."

Susie took the note blankly and wondered, "What is it?"

She subconsciously wanted to open it but remembered that Zion said he could only open it when he was in surgery, so she hurriedly closed it again and carefully put it back in her bag.

Soon the next day, Zion had to go to surgery.

As he was pushed to the operating room at that moment, he suddenly felt nervous.

At this time, a small hand held his hand with soft voice of encouragement, "Brother cheer, brother is the best, brother will go in horizontally and come out vertically!"

Zion remained silent.

Wade, doesn’t seem wrong.

Crowd, it’s a little weird, listen again ...

Susie ties a small object to Zion's wrist.

"This is a peace talisman I drew for my brother, wear it well!" The little one carefully admonished.

The peace blessing was folded into a small triangle shape, inside a small yellow cloth bag, and scampered with a red string.

The red string was tied around Zion's wrist.

At that moment, Zion suddenly felt at ease and not afraid.

He looked to Susie, still silent.

Until he was anesthetized and finally spit out the words before he fell asleep, "Okay."

The other side.

At the same time Zion was being wheeled into the operating room.

In the single ward at the end of the ward, there was an old woman with a small wooden sword, muttering and rousing herself, jumping up and down ...

The old woman had a little man in front of her with Zion's name and his birth date written on it ...

Her young grandson, who grew up with many disasters and illnesses.

She wanted to transfer her grandson's calamities and illnesses ... to Zion!

Let him take the place of her grandson's sickness.

Let him take her grandson's bad luck for him.

In this way, her grandson will get better and better and be more and more blessed ...