[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao stared blankly at the computer screen.His heart sank uncomfortably as if tied to a boulder.

"Those boys... were all killed by Hao Kaixin?" Zhou Mao muttered, as if he was asking Jiang Hai, or talking to himself.

"..." Jiang Hai looked at Zhou Mao, hesitated for a moment, and replied: "From the description of the novel, yes. But I think the agent may also use certain means to control Hao Kaixin's actions when he is ill."

Zhou Mao thought of Hao Kaixin in that world, and the way he was stroking his hair tenderly and lovingly.He raised his eyes, and saw the paragraph on the computer describing Hao Kaixin falling off the cliff, and his heart suddenly seemed to be grabbed by a sharp claw.

He looked away and said softly: "I wish I had guessed it earlier. I should have guessed it earlier, after all, his acting skills are so good."

Jiang Hai sighed, frowned, and said, "Zhou Mao, Hao Kaixin is just a fictitious character. You don't need to put too much emotion into it."

Zhou Mao raised his head and smiled stiffly with the corners of his mouth pulled: "Yes. You are right." He shook his head slightly: "This is too inappropriate. Besides, I haven't brought Momo back yet. I am, It's a little uncomfortable..." Zhou Mao lowered his head again: "When I think that Hao Kaixin doesn't like Zhou Mao, but only approached him in order to let Brother Liu kill him, I feel sad."

"It's like a person who raises a pig and treats it very well because it wants to eat its meat. But the pig eventually develops feelings for that person. It's a ridiculous thing for a person, but it's more difficult for a pig. It's sad." Zhou Mao seemed to be afraid that Jiang Hai would not understand, so he gave an example.

Jiang Hai laughed out loud after hearing Zhou Mao's analogy. "Are you really sad or fake sad?" Jiang Hai looked at Zhou Mao helplessly: "Who would compare yourself to a pig?"

"...I'm really sad." Zhou Mao's face turned red, and he said unwillingly, "I just think this metaphor is more appropriate..."

"I know, I know," Jiang Hai's tone became much gentler, he raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch Zhou Mao's hair, but in the end he put it down without doing anything.

Jiang Hai said softly: "You don't need to be sad. I think Hao Kaixin in this story is not as ruthless as imagined. He should still like Zhou Mao very much."

Zhou Mao looked at Jiang Hai with some doubts in his eyes, but he still had some expectations.

"If he doesn't like Zhou Mao, he just needs to treat it as a relapse after Zhou Mao's death and let his manager deal with it. Why bother stabbing his manager and jumping off a cliff like committing suicide?" Jiang Hai said.

"However," Zhou Mao blinked: "It may also be because he always thought that the agent killed the person, and finally found out that he did it himself, so he committed suicide because of despair."

Jiang Hai smiled slightly and said: "It depends on what you think. He may have committed suicide under the double despair of killing and losing his lover. Hao Kaixin is not a real person. How he exists depends on reader's understanding."

He tapped the computer with his fingertips: "This can be regarded as the wonder of the novel."

Zhou Mao nodded, seeming to accept this statement.He thought for a while, and then asked, "Then Dr. Jiang, what do you think of Hao Kaixin?"

"He likes Zhou Mao." Jiang Hai said simply.He looked at Zhou Mao calmly, his gaze was like a deep lake.

Zhou Mao's heart skipped a beat when Jiang Hai saw it, but for some reason he suddenly became more enlightened, and the heavy oppressive feeling like shackles no longer existed. "Thank you, Dr. Jiang." Zhou Mao smiled and said to Jiang Hai: "I feel much better. You are really good at comforting people."

Jiang Hai stared blankly at Zhou Mao's smile, then quickly turned the notebook around as if avoiding Zhou Mao's gaze.He stared at the screen and said to Zhou Mao: "You just came back, you should be tired. Go home and rest first. We will discuss Zhou Mo's situation in detail tomorrow."

"I'm not tired." Zhou Mao shook his head, "Actually," he hesitated, and said, "I'm a little skeptical about what you said just now, Dr. Jiang, that Zhou Mo temporarily modified this point after I transmigrated into her novel." .”

Jiang Hai closed the computer, put his hands on his knees and looked at Zhou Mao: "Why?"

"Zhou Mo won't write this kind of article." Zhou Mao said frankly: "She has a very kind personality. But for this revised novel, I feel that the author is malicious to the characters he created. It is impossible for Zhou Mo to write Make something like this."

"Are you so sure?" Jiang Hai stared at Zhou Mao: "It may be rude to say so, but you may not know your sister very well. She may have an unknown side."

"I'm sure." Zhou Mao said, "I believe I know her well."

Jiang Hai sighed, and said: "Everyone can't be as simple as other people understand. The patient who trapped our staff, everyone thinks he is a straightforward and cheerful person. However, the world he modified in the end is dark and bleak. Terrible, almost drove the staff crazy. So, I suggest you not to be too optimistic about your sister's mental health."

"Is there any possibility that others can participate in revising Zhou Mo's novel?" Zhou Mao asked. "Actually," he pondered for a while, and said, "I found Zhou Mo's consciousness in this world. I don't think she has any intention of harming me."

Hearing Zhou Mao's words, Jiang Hai raised his eyebrows: "Have you found Zhou Mo?"

"I found her." Zhou Mao nodded, "She should be in good condition. But she doesn't seem to want to come back, and she doesn't say why she fell asleep."

"That's it." Jiang Hai pondered: "Then did you persuade her to come back?"

"I don't." Zhou Mao said: "I hope that Zhou Mo can take the initiative to generate the intention of returning to reality, and I don't want to deliberately persuade her. If this prolongs the treatment time and increases the burden on you, I am very sorry .”

Jiang Hai waved his hand: "It's okay, you don't need to care about this. In fact, the longer your treatment time, the easier it is for us to study the patient's psychological aspects, which is actually a good thing for us."

"However," Jiang Hai showed a worried look on his face: "If Zhou Mo's novel was not modified by herself, it means that someone else modified the content of the novel in other ways. This is in our treatment There is no precedent in the record, and there may be some danger. I consider that in the future, our staff may enter her novel instead of you..."

"I'm fine." Zhou Mao said, "When I chose to participate in the treatment, I considered the risks. I just want to bring Zhou Mo out myself."

Jiang Hai looked at Zhou Mao and shook his head helplessly. "Okay," he said, "but the change of the novel's plot this time is rarely seen before. We need to adjust the testing procedure again to check for loopholes to ensure your safety. So the next treatment should be a month later Yes. Is there any problem?"

"No problem," Zhou Mao said, "I can wait no matter how long."

Jiang Hai nodded, he stared at Zhou Mao for a while, and then sighed again.

"Zhou Mao," he said, "you just accept everything I said? You never thought that I might lie to you and let you read a novel that was not written by your sister at all? I might just want to get data I use you for information, and don’t care if you can cure your sister’s disease.”

Zhou Mao was stunned for a moment.He blinked and looked at Jiang Hai: "You are Zhou Mo's attending doctor. I don't understand anything about this disease, so naturally I have to trust you."

Jiang Hai: "You don't have any doubts at all?"

Zhou Mao: "I've already said my doubts, Dr. Jiang, you also explained." He looked at Jiang Hai with some doubts: "Why do you ask that?"

"Zhou Mao," Jiang Hai said earnestly and earnestly: "Since the beginning of treatment, I think you are too easy to trust others. I am a doctor with certain medical ethics, so I will not lie to you. But in today's society, there are too many liars. You can't accept a person's words so easily."

"I didn't believe it easily," Zhou Mao said a little unconvinced, "I have considered it carefully."

"I didn't see it." Jiang Hai squinted and made an expression of disbelief.

Zhou Mao wanted to refute, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person standing at the door.He moved his eyes and saw a tall man in white looking at him and Jiang Hai.Noticing Zhou Mao's gaze, he smiled at Zhou Mao.

Jiang Hai also turned his head following Zhou Mao's gaze, saw the man at the door, frowned slightly, and said, "Why are you here?"

"Director Zheng asked me to come over to remind you, don't forget the operation at 6 o'clock." The man replied lightly.

Jiang Hai responded with a "yes", put the laptop into the bag, and prepared to leave.But the man didn't intend to leave. He smiled at Jiang Hai, gestured to Zhou Mao, and said, "Why, don't you plan to introduce me to your new assistant?"

Jiang Hai picked up the documents laid out next to the survival cabin, and looked at the man with some displeasure: "I don't need to introduce my patient's family to you."

The man smiled and patted Jiang Hai on the shoulder: "What does it matter?" He walked around Jiang Hai and reached out to Zhou Mao: "Hello, my name is Song Xiaofei, and I am a neurosurgeon in this hospital."

Zhou Mao also stretched out his hand and held Song Xiaofei's hand: "Hi, my name is Zhou Mao." He took a closer look at Doctor Song. He was probably taller than Jiang Hai, and his facial features were very sharp. But the shape of the eyes is always smiling, which makes people feel very friendly.

Song Xiaofei looked at Zhou Mao for a while, and said to Jiang Hai: "Did he just give you treatment? You just let him stay in the hospital like this? Don't let him go home and have a good rest?"

Jiang Hai waved to Song Xiaofei impatiently: "I know, I know." He carried the computer bag in his hand, turned to face Zhou Mao, his eyes were much gentler.

"You go home today and take a good rest." Jiang Hai said to Zhou Mao. "We can discuss the specific treatment plan later."

Zhou Mao nodded: "Dr. Jiang, you still need to undergo surgery. I thought you were only responsible for sleep disorders."

"Sleepsis is the scientific research project I'm in charge of," Jiang Hai said, "I'm also a neurosurgeon." He urged Zhou Mao: "Don't stay in the hospital anymore, go home."

Seeing that Zhou Mao agreed.Jiang Hai picked up his phone to check the time, and said to Song Xiaofei, "It's still too late to start preparing for the surgery, let's go."

Song Xiaofei nodded, waved goodbye to Zhou Mao, and left the room with Jiang Hai.

Zhou Mao watched the backs of the two disappear behind the door.He sat silently next to Zhou Mo's survival cabin, quietly looking at Zhou Mo's sleeping face.

"Momo." Zhou Mao wanted to say something to her, but felt that thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a word.He whispered Zhou Mo's name again, and lightly pressed his forehead against the glass door of the survival cabin.

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There is one more chapter after this chapter, and the real-world transition is over.Before opening a new world, I need to ask for a week's leave of absence...【Run away