Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 42 Why are all the kids I meet so precocious?

Ji Yan hadn't expected the other person to be awake, and had been tiptoeing all the way here to check on their condition.

Therefore, the moment their eyes met, he felt an instinctive panic: he was terrified to see those lifeless, stagnant eyes.

There were no highlights; it was as if death was just a word, with no understanding of the boundary between life and death, and no will to live.

This is the situation that doctors least want to see, and the situation they least dare to confront.

If someone gives up the will to live, even the most advanced medical techniques and the most skilled healers cannot save them.

"...Avoid flames?"

"……Um"

But this time, he suddenly understood clearly what Beiwang meant by the return of the spirit:

The light in their eyes...it's true...

very nice

A new hope finally appeared in that person's eyes, like finding a way forward after being lost, anchoring the meaning of continuing forward in this chaotic world, and igniting the ever-burning lamp called "hope" in their heart.

It instinctively makes one want to believe this boy.

Mo Wunian was a bit stunned, looking at the other person's shocked yet hesitant eyes, he was truly dumbfounded.

All I did was call out to the other person. Could it be that he mistook me for someone else?

That's impossible! That signature long blue hair and golden eyes, plus the fact that the other person swindled him out of 10 x 648 yuan...

Even if it turns to ashes, I wouldn't mistake it!

"Avoid flames?"

"...How are you feeling now? Is there anything unusual? Do you need any special care?"

"Your injuries are severe; it's best to avoid any unauthorized movement for the time being."

Why didn't he realize how badly he was injured? If you hadn't told him, he would have thought he could go back to hoeing two acres of land in a few days.

"It's okay, I feel fine now."

"I feel like in a few days I'll be able to get out of bed and have a fight."

Then, seeing worry in the other person's eyes, she quickly shook her head, and childish words escaped her lips, trying to stop her bold idea.

"No, no, no!"

"With your injuries... when we brought you back to life, no one could believe you were still alive."

"Even now, you need to rest properly for at least three or four months!"

What? He almost died again? Why do I feel like I'm no longer sensitive to death?

Let's just call him the Great King of Endurance!

"...Don't let my being lying in bed and unable to move fool you."

"But actually, I also know a little bit of medicine... I know what's wrong with me."

"Don't believe me? See for yourself!"

He actually had the right to suspect that his rapid recovery was related to his cultivation: he could sense that this physical body had also undergone cultivation.

And perhaps because it's a physical body, many functions that were originally sealed are now usable. In fact, the degree of this ability is even stronger than when it was at its peak.

There's a feeling of being tragic, but not entirely tragic:

This system is actually quite considerate; it even knows to let someone who isn't a Resonator take a different path.

Ji Yan was also taken aback by what the other person said. Looking at the person on the bed who was still smiling and chatting with him, he seemed to realize something was wrong—it was already quite remarkable that he had regained consciousness after such injuries.

She can still chat normally with people, and there's not even a trace of pain on her face...

"!!!"

Could this be a final burst of energy before death?

Mo Wunian watched as the other person hurriedly pulled out a medical kit, stood up in a panic, and gave him a full-body examination, practically stripping him bare before finally stopping.

"..."

He's a doctor now, and he's just a 10-year-old child. Why care so much?

Calmly observing the other person's shocked expression, even with a hint of amusement, he narrowed his eyes and silently watched them.

"I told you I'm fine, so what?"

"Huo Huo?"

He likes to give kids nicknames, and he used all sorts of tricks when he was drawing cards!

I've used all sorts of names, so naturally this one is included.

"...Such a unique constitution."

"Is this why you didn't care about your injury before?"

Huh? Who are you talking about? Is it me?

No, it seems like it really is me. Even though it was the person who came before I arrived.

Was I really so indifferent to my wounds before? — It seems I was indeed somewhat indifferent to them.

After all, he has the ability to "cure if I think it can be cured!"

Did I still have that previous version of myself?

Oh no, I'm starting to regret not reviewing my previous memories more carefully. Now I'm really flying around like a headless fly.

"That... Huo Huo..."

"You can't compare me to my former self. After surviving this brush with death, I've been reborn and transformed into a new being."

"What stands before you now is a completely new entity."

Ji Yan also recovered from the shock of realizing that the other party's body was beyond human capabilities, and then heard the other party's address and explanation.

However, the nickname "Fire" is a bit too intimate!

But that person had finally managed to break free from that lifeless state... Would it affect them if I spoke up rashly?

The changes are quite drastic, but he's not particularly good at psychological aspects.

After a brief moment of thought, he didn't find it offensive that the other person addressed him that way, so he let them say it.

But soon, his attention was drawn to the other person's next words, and his gaze met the man's again. At this moment, he felt no fear whatsoever.

I felt a surge of vitality wash over me, and I could truly sense the hope in that person's eyes.

Indeed, a new student

You are indeed very different from before.

This is a good thing.

Having hope to live is a good thing.

Looking at Ji Yan, who had always been a pure and good person, I felt a surge of relief and emotion for some reason.

He definitely didn't compare the other person to someone else!

But speaking of this time... that person seems to be a general, right?

That means the other person doesn't recognize you.

I felt a mix of relief and sadness, as if something very important had left me.

He still cares a lot about that person...

Even after being confessed to face-to-face, he still treated the other person like a brother.

Where can you find a brother as good as him? Is being his wife really that great?

He could tell that the other person completely misunderstood the bond between brothers.

Coming to his senses, he looked at Ji Yan, who seemed to be looking at him and wanted to do something. He already found the other man quite pleasing to the eye, so he struggled to reach out and gently tug at the corner of Ji Yan's clothes.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

"If it were you, I'd tell you everything!"

Ji Yan gazed silently at the person before him, only to see that hand slowly reach out and gently tug at the hem of his robe. Sensing the fluctuation of his own emotions, a slight smile played on his lips as he softly inquired with a warm tone.

"I...I actually wanted to come and thank you."

"Thank you for saving Brother Beiwang, and thank you for holding the line at the cost of your life."

Watching the child quickly put his hand back on the bed, his movements so cautious and fearful, as if he were afraid he might suddenly die on the spot.

And after hearing what the other person said, he was even more shocked.

So, the other person's previous awkwardness was because they didn't know how to thank him?!

Shouldn't he be thanking the other person for saving him?

Holy crap, this is outrageous!

"I should be the one saying thank you to you..."

"It was you doctors who saved me from the brink of death, wasn't it?"

"And how could it be me who saved Beiwang and held the line..."

"It's all thanks to everyone... thanks to the Night Return Army..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Yan gently shook his head, followed by an unwavering gaze that shot straight at him.

"No, I only assisted with the surgery."

"And if it weren't for your special physical condition... we would ultimately be helpless."

“I also heard from Brother Beiwang that at that critical moment, you were the only one who could still move around…”

"Everyone's role is important...and your contribution should not be forgotten..."

Completely bewildered by what the other person said, my already confused mind became even more confused.

How can this child be so precocious? The last one I encountered was someone who looked only 6 years old but had the mental age of someone in their 20s, which was one thing.

How come this innocent little kid looks so mature?

Speaking of which... who is Beiwang again?

I quickly searched my memories and found that that person still occupied a significant portion of my past recollections.

He could be considered the only friend I truly acknowledge.

And his last remaining memory was of watching, in despair, the attack pierce through the opponent's chest.

"..."

So, if I hadn't transmigrated in time and forcibly used my talent to save the other person's life while also keeping an eye on them...

That guy might really be dead.

Thinking about all this, he seemed to feel a wave of despair wash over him, a suffocating sensation almost engulfing his entire body. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have nearly succumbed to his own urges.

It seems that delving too deeply into memories can be risky...

"Mo Wunian...are you alright?!"

"If I'm bothering you... I'll leave right away!"

He slowly extended Er Kang's hand to indicate that it was none of the other person's business, frowned slightly, and gestured for the other person not to panic.

"fine……"

"I'm just a bit oblivious... I'm only just realizing some things now."

Don't blame yourself.

"How old are you... and you're already carrying such a heavy load?"

No wonder he's a man with a fragile heart from childhood, and he's still so young... The things he says are so heartbreaking.

But then he remembered something else: before he transmigrated, he seemed to have mentioned that this binding mission was for the other party.

But he didn't think the other person needed him. Their personality had been cultivated to be excellent, and they were even more mature and composed than him.

So what is the mission this time?

"I'm not young anymore..."

"I plan to join the Fubo Battalion this year as a military doctor."

"From now on, we'll be going to the battlefield."

Then Ji Yan felt a sudden tightness in his chest, keenly noticing a subtle change in the beeping of the monitor. He whirled around, his gaze fixed on the electrocardiogram—the fluctuating vital signs were rapidly weakening, as if they were about to turn into a cold, flat line and die right before his eyes.

"Mo Wunian...!"

Seeing the man's soul seemingly about to leave his body, Ji Yan panicked again and hurriedly tried to revive him. He only relaxed after vaguely seeing the man's soul float back into his body.

"I...I won't say anything more..."

"sorry!"

He watched as the man struggled to sit up, his face contorted with a complex mix of emotions—a mixture of profound grief and an unspoken anger.

Then he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself on the head, not too hard.

The force wasn't too strong, just enough to leave you momentarily stunned without straining your brain.

"How old are you?!"

Are you over 18 yet?

"This child is so young, why doesn't he want to play instead of joining the army?"

He was already shocked to see that the other person was treating patients at such a young age.

The other person's next sentence, about joining the army, almost caused his already low-end CPU to burn out.

What's going on? The other person looks to be at most 10 years old!

Surely minors aren't allowed to join the military here?! Huh?

Be careful, he might call 110 to report him.

"...I got my mother's permission."

"And if he joins as a military doctor, being 10 years old is enough..."

"After joining the army, I can first learn the standard swordsmanship of the Night Return Army and then gradually learn how to fight on the battlefield."

Child, do you realize that you're overly precocious?

How could someone be ready to join the army and even fight on the battlefield at the age of 10?

The person, educated in the 21st century and with almost no experience of major disasters, was greatly shocked. Just as he was about to offer some words of advice, the system finally issued a mission.

"Ding~ Congratulations, host, you have triggered a mission."

"Nurture and guide Ji Yan's growth on the battlefield."

"Reward: Displacement Punishment (allows the user to transfer another person's physical condition to themselves)"

"Ding~ Congratulations, host, you have triggered an extra task."

"Let the name 'Mo Wunian' leave its mark and gain recognition in the military camp."

"Reward - Enhanced sword body frequency resonance (further merging the body's frequency with its own)"

Unexpectedly, the system immediately issued a task. Hearing everything that had been triggered, he felt increasingly distressed and sorrowful. Looking at the person in front of him who showed no fear whatsoever, he only felt a growing headache.

"...No, you really want this 10-year-old child to join the army?"

"You're going against the core principles of socialism!"

He tried to argue, but the system's next words suddenly stunned him, his mind momentarily confused yet also becoming much clearer.

"Host...have you forgotten?"

"You've been gone from your world for a long time."

"This world is a post-apocalyptic wasteland, from the very first mournful cry that echoed across this planet..."

"The original order of humankind no longer exists."

"The worldview is also completely different from the world you once lived in."

"If we want to continue the hope of new life on this land... everyone must give their all to deal with all of this."

"……Host"

"You're too well protected."

Yes... you've been protected too well, to the point that you've forgotten this is a post-apocalyptic world.

All of this is destined to end in destruction.

The voice seemed to echo faintly in his mind again, but he had no desire to respond.

My hands felt as if they were filled with lead, growing increasingly heavy; my thoughts, too, were shrouded in a thick fog, becoming ever more blurred. A subtle shift was quietly occurring within me, a deep-seated understanding.

Yes, things have been going smoothly for too long. He'd actually forgotten the game's original world-building:

In the face of doomsday survival, people cling to the hope of rebirth amidst their cries of despair.

Underage military service... seems less unexpected now.

"...Mo Wunian?"

Ji Yan stared intently at the other person, as if he had gleaned some truth from that fleeting change in their gaze. Those once bright and piercing eyes suddenly dimmed, like stars losing their light. This transformation made Ji Yan's heart tighten, and panic instantly welled up within him.

While blaming herself for saying the wrong thing again, she reached out to comfort the other person, but all she saw was that person raise their hand again.

I gently patted his head

"...To make you children bear such a heavy responsibility..."

"You're thinking so much at an age when you should be playing and having fun..."

"It's clearly our fault as adults..."

He just stared at the other person, listening to their words, without saying a word.

But...this person in front of me is filled with extreme self-reproach—

He's only 16 years old this year.