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There were noises all around, and Mutsuhito opened his eyes with difficulty.

There were many identical lamps passing by one after another.

In the field of vision, Mu Ren saw Yan Bai holding Toneri in his arms and talking to a group of people wearing white clothes.

They are all moving very fast.

The general content of their conversation was concerned about Mu Ren's condition.

Through those conversations, Mu Ren knew that these people wearing white clothes and masks were first responders.

Mutsuhito himself was placed on a movable hospital bed and walked deep into the building.

Mutsuhito felt that his whole body was extremely cold, so stiff that he could not move, and his breathing was so disordered that he was suffocating.

The taste of iron spreads in the mouth, the unique taste of fresh blood.

This smell is all too familiar to Mu Ren.

In addition, blood enters the lungs, causing the patient to suffer even more.

When he first arrived, Yan Bai tried to use the "instant healing" technique to help Mu Ren.

But only after personal experience, Mutsuru knew that this technique made him very painful.

Long-term illness has increased Mu Ren's pain threshold, and he could have endured a lot of pain.

But Yan Bai's healing awakened Mu Ren's feeling of pain.

In such a situation, when the pain returns, it is like a sudden storm.

It's like a person who has never suffered pain suddenly suffers pain that most people can't bear.

Mu Ren simply couldn't bear the pain, and he would rather Yan Bai had never healed him.

Yan Bai had no choice but to send Mu Ren to the hospital and let the doctors here use conventional methods to treat him.

The medical staff were gently comforting Muto.

They were all saying, "You'll be saved soon," "Please don't worry," "It'll be okay."

As they said this, they pushed the hospital bed.

These comforting words were like empty gas, flowing in and out of Muren's left and right ears.

Mututo didn't know how far the hospital bed was pushed, and the light and shadow flickered in front of his eyes.

Finally, the hospital bed made a loud noise and he was pushed into a bright place.

A doctor wearing blue surgical clothes stared at Mutsuhito from close range.

The doctor was fully armed, and Mututo could only see that his bright eyes had golden vertical pupils, which looked like the eyes of a snake.

"Mom, this person is..." The doctor looked at Yan Bai.

Yan Bai sighed, "The Otsutsuki clan on the moon has very difficult genetic diseases."

"Can't I even cure you?" The doctor's voice was full of doubts.

"Please, Orochimaru." Yan Bai held the little Toneri in his arms and said solemnly to Orochimaru.

Orochimaru, who was fully armed, took a deep breath and said, "I understand. You go out first and I'll tell him."

Yan Bai nodded and walked out of the operating room with the little one in his arms.

After Yanbai left, Orochimaru looked down coldly at Mutsuhito who was on the verge of death. He unhurriedly pulled out a piece of paper from beside the hospital bed and scanned the contents on the paper.

Then, Orochimaru took out another piece of paper, a piece of thin paper in each hand, and he put it in front of Mutsuhito at the same time.

"Your name is Mutsuhito Otsutsuki, right?"

"This is the first time we meet, let me introduce myself. My name is Orochimaru, and I am the eldest son of Yan Bai."

"Then... we will say goodbye soon."

"Now, I have two agreements in my hands. The one on the left is a death diagnosis. If "death" is your request, it won't be long before you die naturally and die. I will sign it and complete it. Diagnostic surgery, and then, you die, ending the pain. "

"The one on my right is a "contract" that can temporarily save your life, but I'm not sure it will definitely keep you alive. It can only be a bold attempt. "

"It can be regarded as a situation where treatment and experiment coexist. If it is cured, you will live. If it is not cured, you will still die."

"However, if you sign this agreement, we will use unconventional experimental methods to treat your illness, and if you survive, you will give everything to me."

"You can choose on your own, 'die' or 'cure', it's your choice..."

After Orochimaru finished speaking, he placed two pieces of paper next to Otsutsuki Mutsuhito's hand.

Just lying down, Mutsuhito felt pain all over his body. It was a kind of pain that even his former self could not believe.

Muto raised his trembling hand, and even the slightest movement caused his blood to overflow from his mouth uncontrollably. He was completely speechless.

Muto's body was trembling. Suddenly, he felt a voice in his head, a woman's sweet voice, whispering to him.

Mutsito's white waxy fingers trembled and pointed at the "Death Diagnosis" in Orochimaru's left hand.

Orochimaru sighed, "I understand, please don't worry about the child. Mom will definitely take good care of him after you die."

Hearing this, Mutsuhito lowered his hands and closed his eyes.

More blood spilled from the corners of Mutsuhito's lips, staining the operating table. His expression was slightly painful, but he seemed to be relieved.

Orochimaru had seen too much death, and he didn't have much emotion about it.

Orochimaru promised Yan Bai to try to save Mututo, but he also gave Mututo the right to make his own choices.

Orochimaru also knew very well that after Mutsuhito arrived, Yanbai would not be able to ignore Tosaru. Such a young child, with such a bloodline and no ability to rely on himself, could easily be taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives.

Entrusting the child to Yan Bai, Mu Ren will have no love in his life.

The treatment plan Orochimaru just gave contained too many uncertainties.

Mu Ren did not want to bear the uncertain treatment results and unpredictable pain.

As for Orochimaru, no matter Mutsuhito chooses the "Death Certificate" on the left or the "Contract" on the right, Orochimaru will be the winner.

Mutsuhito chose to die, and Orochimaru was spared the treatment process, and obtained the remains of Hamura's descendants.

Mutsuhito chooses the contract, and Orochimaru can directly experiment with his own treatment methods. If the treatment is good, everyone will be happy. If the treatment is not good, he can also learn from his experience. If he is cured, Mutsuhito's body will still be collected by Orochimaru.

All in all, this is a sure-fire deal.

I don't know how long it took.

Mutsuhito's breath became weaker and weaker, and finally, he stopped breathing.

Orochimaru pulled out the "Death Diagnosis" and filled in the expected results.

Immediately afterwards, he stood up and pushed open the door of the operating room.

……

"Is that so? Is this Mu Ren's own choice?"

Yan Bai asked calmly. It was night now, and the young Sheren couldn't help but feel sleepy for a long time, and fell asleep deeply in Yan Bai's arms.

Orochimaru's eyes were full of indifference, and he said calmly: "Mom, I want to preserve the body of Mutsuhito Otsutsuki. You know what I will use it for."

"Even if I don't agree, you will do it secretly, right?" Yan Bai said helplessly: "But... let Sheren see his father for the last time."

Saying that, Yan Bai added, "Complete..."

Hearing this, Orochimaru smiled gently, "Of course, I will wait with you."