Chapter 1 The Future of Humanity in Three-Body is Promising_1

Capital City, Third People's Hospital, Hepatobiliary Surgery Clinic.

Chen Lin looked at the examination results in her hand and sighed internally.

16 years old, the age of unrestrained youth, advanced liver cancer.

Pitiful, lamentable.

"Doctor, is there any hope for me?"

"Are you alone? Where is your family?"

After speaking, Chen Lin put down the examination results and lifted her head to look at the youth.

The youth was extremely handsome with clear, water-like eyes and an air of scholarship.

Due to illness, his complexion appeared somewhat frail and sickly.

"I have no family."

"No family?"

"Right, I'm an orphan."

Silence.

Chen Lin slightly bowed her head, her gaze scattered as if she were lost in memories of the past.

"Dr. Chen, just tell me the examination results directly."

She snapped back to the present and looked at the youth before speaking with difficulty,

"Liver cancer, advanced stage."

The few simple words seemed to be squeezed out from her throat, clear yet slow.

"How long do I have?"

"Probably... a few months."

"Okay, I understand."

At that moment, a severe pain suddenly emanated from the youth's abdomen, and his complexion turned even more pallid in an instant.

"Sss— Do you have any painkillers? Just prescribe some pain relief and that'll do."

Chen Lin's eyes were slightly moist, and a barely perceptible trace of sadness flickered within them.

"Yes." She didn't say much more; her hands moved, prescribing several bottles of cancer pain relief tablets.

"That's too much, too much."

Upon hearing this, Chen Lin looked at him with confusion, only to see the youth rummaging through his worn trouser pockets, hesitance on his face, "Can you prescribe just one bottle? It seems I don't have that much money."

In this moment, Chen Lin, a doctor with twenty years of experience and extensive knowledge, broke down on the spot.

....

The youth was named Qin Ming. Any sixteen-year-old who gets cancer, if not crying with deep sobs, would at least sigh with exhaustion.

But Qin Ming was calm because he was a transmigrant who had already died once.

A moment later, Qin Ming, holding the prescription and examination results, pushed the door of the clinic and left.

Beyond that, he also had a few "Mao Grandpas" that the doctor had insisted on giving him.

The world still has many good people after all.

Qin Ming couldn't help but reflect.

Upon exiting, the gazes of the nurses and patients moving to and fro immediately focused on him.

Everyone has a love for beauty, and the crowds' eyes gleamed with desire for lovely things.

Under the attention and admiration of countless onlookers, Qin Ming swiftly made it to the restroom.

After relieving his physiological needs, he stared at the mirror in front of him.

Below the mirror was a sequence of digits: 08.12.13

This was a countdown only visible to Qin Ming himself, starting from half a month ago when he'd just transmigrated, continuing up to today.

Eight hours remained.

Is it coming to an end?

Qin Ming let out a long sigh.

He was unclear about what this was or what would happen once the countdown ended.

Though it resembled what a Sophon might do, his intuition told him it probably wasn't because the string of numbers couldn't communicate.

Besides this face, he was now merely an ordinary high school student—who would pay attention to him? Especially with the Sophons currently preoccupied with locking down Earth's basic sciences.

As a patient in the late stages of cancer, Qin Ming actually didn't care much anymore.

But regarding transmigration,

He felt he would have been better off not transmigrating at all.

He transmigrated, yet it was as if he hadn't.

His name in his previous life was Qin Ming,

just so happens that the original owner of this body was also named Qin Ming!

Ah Qin's high school grades were quite ideal.

The person who originally owned this body was a student in the second half of his first year of high school, with grades that were one in a thousand—a learning god who consistently ranked first in his year.

Of course, his looks were also one in ten thousand—at a god-like level!

But!!!

No father, no mother, utterly alone, and now suffering from cancer.

This was as if one was dealt a royal flush in a card game, finding a sequence of 3, 4, 5, 7, and missing a 6.

Miserable! Truly miserable!

Qin Ming in his past life had been killed by a dump truck while hurrying to work.

This kind of transmigration method written to death in novels actually happened to him.

However, compared to his tragic fate in the previous life, the transmigrated him felt even more miserable.

The extent of his misery could be described in five sentences.

In Three-Body, at the tender age of 16, without parents, in the late stages of cancer, with a promising future!

Evaluation: Screwed!

This is Three-Body.

The Three-Body World described by Electrician Liu, where civilizations of gods clustered!

The situation of this world was deduced by him from online searches combined with what he remembered from reading the book in his previous life.

Mainly because there was something resembling a Sophon, which had been haunting his retina like a lingering spirit.

Hence, at present, there are two pieces of good news.

One, the Three-Body game hasn't shut down yet; it must be on the eve of the Crisis Era, with the famous guzheng project not yet begun, and more than four hundred years left until the destruction of Earth.

Two, he could only live for a few months; Earth's destruction has nothing to do with him.

Live life to its fullest, don't take things to heart.

With a bag of pain relief tablets, Qin Ming left the hospital.

Today is Saturday, and there's a tutoring job waiting for him in the afternoon.

This job was recently found for him by his homeroom teacher, so he could earn some extra money to support himself; otherwise, who would solicit a student who just started the second year of high school for tutoring?

Originally, he planned to go earn some money for medicine and living expenses after the doctor's visit, but now...

Qin Ming looked up.

The sky was clear and bright, with blue skies and white clouds.

The weather matched his current mood well.

He was a patient in the late stages of cancer, and he also had a bizarre countdown of just eight more hours.

So... Qin Ming chose to just let go.

Forget Three-Body! Forget the damn tutoring job!

I'll do whatever the hell I want!!! (BGM: Chase on NetEase Cloud Music)