John turned his head

Behind him was a man who didn't seem to have to be much younger. He was wearing a white coat. So, is this guy a doctor?

However, looking at his unhealthy pale face and his decadent eyes that were obviously hung by some addiction, John seemed sure that this guy was definitely not a doctor. Even if that was it, no one would come to him for treatment. After all, this guy had a sense of unreliability all over his body.

John was too familiar with the taste because it reminded him of himself.

As I said before, John hated himself and hated him very much, so he frowned impatiently, then lit a cigarette: "I'm sorry, no," he said.

Of course, this behavior of saying no cigarettes while smoking also represents another word.

That is - "Get out."

The man in a white coat smiled.

"Hey, don't be so heartless. I haven't smoked in a long time. You know, for us smokers, it's so uncomfortable to smoke without smoking."

"Come on, I'm not a smoker. What I pay most attention to is a healthy attitude towards life." John said while spitting out smoke rings. In fact, he just wanted to use the nonsense with this person to temporarily forget the souls that were wandering in front of him, otherwise John would have turned around and left.

"Okay, my friend who focuses on healthy life, my name is Ziliang." The other party seemed not angry and introduced himself.

Of course John would not be surprised by this man's good temper. For those who ask for cigarettes or alcohol, even if you slapped him, he would greet him with a smile: "Oh, my name is John Kennedy."

Immediately afterwards, he saw Ziliang take out a black note without hesitation, then open it and look: "Well, fortunately you don't call this name, otherwise I'll go so far in vain."

John frowned: "What does it mean, it sounds like, are you looking for me?"

Ziliang smiled and said, "Of course, did I go so far just to ask you for cigarettes? Well, although cigarettes are also important, in order to make our next conversation smoother, I think you should look at something first."

"What?"

Just finished speaking!

John's muscles suddenly tightened because he saw the eyes of the guy named Ziliang. There seemed to be a faint scarlet light in the depths of his pupils, gradually becoming clearer.

John didn't know what that was, but he knew that it was definitely not a good phenomenon.

But it was too late. In an instant, a huge stun sank him, and the next second, John fainted.

At the same time, John opened his eyes suddenly.

The noisy pedestrians disappeared and the streets disappeared. He found that he was lying on a hospital bed at this moment, and there were all kinds of monitoring instruments around him.

On the edge of his sight, a doctor was holding a case file, which seemed to be recording something.

"What's going on?" John was stunned by the scene and asked subconsciously.

However, a hoarse, difficult, and harsh sound came from his throat. At the same time, he also felt a severe pain in his throat, as if a cactus was choking in his throat.

The doctor seemed a little surprised: "Oh? What's wrong?"

"Where is this?" John asked again.

"This is a hospital?"

"Nonsense!" John shouted, "I mean, which hospital? Why did I get here?!"

His voice was a little loud, causing the airflow that rushed out of his throat to be a little rapid, which caused a severe choking.

In fact, the adjective "severe" is no longer enough to describe the cough. It is like trying to kill John's life in an instant. A hot liquid exploded in his chest, carrying unbearable pain, like thousands of blades mixed with sulfuric acid gushing out of the trachea.

"Ahem—wow"

A mouthful of hot liquid really spurted out of Constantine's mouth. It was a ball of blood mixed with sticky thick phlegm.

"Oh my god, you can't speak so loudly! Nurse! Nurse!"

Soon, a nurse rushed in with some medicine and injected John into it, and his cough finally relieved a little.

John lay on the bed, feeling unprecedented weakness

"What's wrong with me?"

The doctor shook his head: "I don't know why you asked this, but you have lung cancer, have you forgotten?"

"Lung cancer?" Constantine hardly believed his ears.

Although he knew that he had been smoking since he was 15 years old, and by the age of 25, he had smoked half of his cigarette almost every day. It was natural for people like him to get lung cancer. In fact, he had been diagnosed with lung cancer many years ago.

But I should have been done.

Oh, the one here is fine, not that he has been cured by the medical treatment, but that someone has taken out all his cancer cells and the tar full of lungs.

Of course, the person who does this kind of thing will naturally not be an ordinary person named Satan, but one of the leaders of hell.

And the reason he did this was because of a bet.

This bet tied together his life with the entire hell. As long as he dies, the three major forces in hell must be carried out, and they will never stop until they die.

So, I shouldn't die again.

However, the doctor's x-ray imaging of the chest forced Constantine to believe all this. The almost rotten lungs were truly presented on the black negative.

"How long can I live?" Constantine asked.

"If you didn't die of sputum that stuck in the trachea because of a choking one night," the doctor said, "It took about a week."

Constantine's mind began to be confused: "What's going on? I shouldn't die again. Does any of the bastards below want the whole hell to get my soul?"

Suddenly, the trance came again, and the noise around him appeared again.

Constantine changed his mind and found that he was still standing on the street, and the smoke in his hand had not burned out. Everything just now was an illusion, but the illusion was so realistic that it made him completely lose himself.

"Bastard, you the end of it." He yelled at the man in front of him angrily.

unexpectedly
Chapter completed!