[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao opened his eyes blankly in the survival cabin.

Back to the real world, but Zhou Mao didn't have the slightest intention to get up and leave the survival cabin.There was liquid surging around his eyes, it was unknown whether it was the nutrient solution in the cabin or his own tears.

His heart seemed to be hollowed out, and it was extremely painful.It seems that this heart did not follow Zhou Mao back to reality, but stayed in the foggy city in Zhou Mo's novel.

Stayed with the vampire named Paul.

Jiang Hai's figure appeared outside the glass of the survival cabin.He looked tense and haggard.

Seeing that Zhou Mao was awake, he seemed to be slightly relieved, and then pressed the button.The liquid in the cabin flowed away, the hatch opened, and Jiang Hai stretched out his hand to pull Zhou Mao up.

"Are you okay..." Jiang Hai asked Zhou Mao's situation while pulling the wire attached to Zhou Mao's body. When he looked up at Zhou Mao's face, his words were stuck in his throat.

Zhou Mao stared at Jiang Hai in a daze, and most of the light in his eyes that had been radiant had lost most of them.He was very pale, except for the redness around the eyes.

Jiang Hai hurriedly called up the data of the survival cabin, and found that Zhou Mao's body values ​​were all normal, so he was a little relieved.

"You can't put too much emotion into Zhou Mo's world." Jiang Hai said softly. After unplugging all the wires, he wiped off the liquid on Zhou Mao's protective clothing.

"I know that as an ordinary person who has not received training, it is very difficult to escape from the illusory world." He helped Zhou Mao to the chair next to the survival cabin and sat down. "But you have to get out of that world. We have psychological counselors and equipment that can weaken memory, and I will arrange for you..."

"No, Doctor Jiang." Zhou Mao shook his head slightly and looked at Jiang Hai. "I'm fine." He smiled weakly: "I just feel a little tired, can I find a place for me to lie down for a while?"

Jiang Hai looked at Zhou Mao worriedly for a while, sighed, and said, "Okay, I'll arrange a room for you."

Jiang Hai took Zhou Mao to the doctor's lounge, where there was a small bed for the doctor to take a short lunch break.No one is using it right now.He watched Zhou Mao lying on the bed, and asked Zhou Mao worriedly if he needed treatment to weaken his memory.

"No need." Zhou Mao said to him.As if to reassure Jiang Hai, Zhou Mao patted his arm lightly. "I'll be fine by myself for a while."

Jiang Hai nodded and said, "If you need me for anything, I'm in Zhou Mo's ward."

"Yes." Zhou Mao smiled gently at Jiang Hai: "I see. Thank you, Dr. Jiang."

Jiang Hai stared blankly at Zhou Mao's smile, then, as if trying to hide something, he quickly turned around and left the room, closing the door.

Zhou Mao lay flat on the bed in the lounge, staring straight at the ceiling.

Maybe the illusory world is really an illusory world. Compared with the moment when he just returned to reality, Zhou Mao's feeling of being hollowed out is much lighter now.

Zhou Mao closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind and forget about that world.However, when his eyes were plunged into darkness, he had an illusion, as if there was another person beside him, handcuffing his hand with his hand, and holding his head with the other hand, looking at him with a smile.

Zhou Mao closed his eyes tightly.He knew that when he opened his eyes, the hallucination would disappear quickly.What he will face will not be the vampire he is familiar with, but the pale and monotonous walls of the hospital.

But he has to face reality.Paul is nothing more than a character in a novel.

Zhou Mao slowly opened his eyes.There was nothing on the hospital ceiling, not even the old, delicate wallpaper he was familiar with.Tears welled up from his eyes and flowed down his forehead onto the pillow.

Don't think about it anymore.Zhou Mao sniffed.If you really can't forget it, when Zhou Mo wakes up, let her show you the original text of the little yellow article she wrote.I guess I'll be too ashamed to even think about it.

But after reading the novel, will I be more unable to get out?But after all, this is a character created by Zhou Mo. It's better to let Zhou Mo write a wife for Paul and let him live a good life with his wife.This wife must be a very powerful one, otherwise she can't control him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Mao couldn't help laughing, but suddenly became depressed again.If Zhou Mo really wrote him a wife, then what would his own existence be?Thinking of the promise he had made with Paul to accompany him to the last moment of his life, the sadness in Zhou Mao's heart rose again.

Zhou Mao was happy and sad for a while, I don't know how long he was thinking wildly.Until he heard a soft knock on the door.

Zhou Mao turned his head and saw Jiang Hai opened the door with a bowl and walked in.

"Is it better?" Jiang Hai put the bowl aside and sat by Zhou Mao's bed.

"It's much better." Zhou Mao said and sat up.He didn't want others to worry too much about him.

Jiang Hai nodded and picked up the bowl.Zhou Mao saw that there was a bowl full of noodles covered with shredded cucumbers, carrots and bean sprouts.

"You haven't eaten for a long time, eat something." Jiang Hai said, mixed the noodles with chopsticks, and then picked up a few, as if habitually wanting to feed Zhou Mao, suddenly realized something was wrong, and stopped In mid-air, a little awkward.

Seeing this, Zhou Mao couldn't help laughing. "Thank you, Dr. Jiang." He reached out to take the bowl and chopsticks, "I'll do it myself."

Jiang Hai seemed secretly relieved.After eating two mouthfuls of noodles, Zhou Mao picked up shredded cucumbers that had been cut into different sizes, and said to Jiang Hai with a smile: "Doctor Jiang, look at this knife, it doesn't look like an aunt in the cafeteria. Could it be you who cut it yourself? "

"I cut it myself." Jiang Hai admitted generously. "The cold noodles you brought me last time, I thought they were delicious, so I tried to make them myself. But I still can't make your taste."

"Hmm...but you made it delicious." Zhou Mao picked up a few more noodles and put them in his mouth. "I add a little fried pepper oil to my cold noodles. If you like that taste, you can try adding a little more next time."

"So..." Jiang Hai replied, he stared intently at Zhou Mao eating, which made Zhou Mao feel a little uncomfortable.

"Doctor Jiang..." Zhou Mao couldn't stand the sight, so he couldn't help but put down the bowl, "Have you not eaten yet?"

"I've eaten it." Jiang Hai realized that he had been staring at Zhou Mao, and shifted his gaze awkwardly: "I ate it in the cafeteria. Then I borrowed the tools from the cafeteria to make noodles for you."

"That's good." Zhou Mao said with a smile.Picked up the bowl again and ate. "Before I ate, I didn't feel hungry." With the food in his stomach, his mood seemed to improve. "Sure enough, hunger intensifies people's sadness."

Jiang Hai stared at Zhou Mao, he saw the person in front of him eating seriously, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it disappeared soon.

"Are you still sad?" he asked softly.

Zhou Mao was stunned for a second, then smiled: "It's all right."

"It's really fine." He whispered.

Jiang Hai sighed softly, then reached into the pocket of his white coat and took out a piece of candy.He quickly tore off the wrapping paper, and before Zhou Mao could react, he quickly stuffed the candy into his mouth.

"It's so sour!" Zhou Mao's entire face wrinkled.

Although the sugar was unbearably sour, Zhou Mao didn't spit it out.

He sucked the sugar into his cheeks, then calmed down his expression.Although the sugar was sour, Zhou Mao's mood unexpectedly improved a lot.

When he was a child, he would look for this kind of candy to eat whenever he encountered sad things.These sugars are usually fruit-flavored and coated with a particularly tart coating.Every time Zhou Mao ate it, he would grin his teeth so sour that he forgot all the sad things in his heart.It was a magic weapon for regulating his emotions when he was a child, but as he grew older, he forgot about this sugar.

Although Zhou Mao didn't know why Jiang Hai would suddenly give him such a candy, his mood actually improved a lot.

"Thank you, Dr. Jiang." Zhou Mao thanked again, the extremely sour surface of the sugar in his mouth had been absorbed, and the sweet and fruity taste overflowed in Zhou Mao's mouth.His expression also became clear with his mood.

Jiang Hai stared blankly at Zhou Mao.He didn't react until Zhou Mao waved his hand in front of his eyes a few times.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Mao looked at Jiang Hai worriedly.

"Nothing." Jiang Hai's expression was a little unnatural.He flipped through the case in his hand, as if avoiding Zhou Mao's eyes.

Zhou Mao looked at him with a hesitant expression.Finally, he shook his head slightly.

Jiang Hai kept his head down, unaware of Zhou Mao's actions.

"Doctor Jiang," Zhou Mao paused, wanting to talk about treatment, "About Zhou Mo..."

"We'll talk about Zhou Mo tomorrow." Jiang Hai closed the case and stood up. "You go home and rest today. I'll see you off."

"Ah... no need, I can go back by myself." Zhou Mao was a little surprised, and stood up with Jiang Hai.

"Your physical condition is not very stable." Jiang Hai opened the door and walked directly to the hospital lobby. "I need to keep you safe."

Zhou Mao could only trot to keep up with Jiang Hai. "I'm really fine." Zhou Mao said, and patted his chest with his hand: "I've been lying down for so long, and I ate again, and now I feel more energetic than before time-traveling."

No matter what Zhou Mao said, Jiang Hai still insisted on sending Zhou Mao home.

Zhou Mao had no choice but to follow Jiang Hai.When he walked to the door of the hospital, he suddenly heard an excited and familiar voice.

"Maomao?!"

Zhou Mao raised his head, and a tall man with handsome features stood opposite him.He stared at Zhou Mao with a happy and incredible expression on his face.

After seeing the person in front of him clearly, Zhou Mao's eyes brightened instantly, and he ran towards the man happily, "Xu Hanze!" He opened his hands. "How many years have I not seen you? Why are you back?"

The man also stretched out his hand, gave Zhou Mao a high-five, and hugged Zhou Mao for a while.

"It should have been seven or eight years." The man put Zhou Mao on the ground and looked at Zhou Mao with a smile, "I didn't expect you to return to this city."

He touched Zhou Mao's hair: "You really haven't changed at all."

Zhou Mao also bumped the man with his elbow: "You haven't changed. No." He stretched out his hand and gestured: "You seem to have grown a little taller."

Jiang Hai stood behind Zhou Mao, frowning tightly.He coughed lightly to show his presence.

"Ah, I forgot to introduce it." Hearing Jiang Hai's cough, Zhou Mao turned around with excitement in his eyes: "Doctor Jiang, this is my best friend in high school, named Xu Hanze."

Xu Hanze reached out his hand to shake Jiang Hai's hand, but Jiang Hai just nodded coldly at Xu Hanze.

Zhou Mao didn't seem to feel Jiang Hai's indifference, and still happily introduced Jiang Hai to Xu Hanze: "This is Dr. Jiang, Zhou Mo's attending doctor."

"Doctor in charge?" Xu Hanze looked at Zhou Mao with a puzzled expression: "Is Zhou Mo sick?"

"Well, it's a long story, I'll tell you later." Zhou Mao said, "What about you? What are you doing in the hospital? Are you sick?"

"No. I'm here to find an acquaintance. He works in the hospital." Xu Hanze looked at Zhou Mao, then at Jiang Hai: "Are you going home?"

"Yes." Zhou Mao nodded.

"Then let me go with you." Xu Hanze said, "I'll take you back, just to chat with you. Do you still live in the old place?"

"Aren't you still going to meet acquaintances?"

"It's okay." Zheng Hanze waved his hand: "I can see this person anytime. It's been a long time since we saw you. We must cherish the opportunity."

"Really?" Zhou Mao said with a smile, looking at Jiang Hai: "Then I will go back with Xu Hanze."

Jiang Hai didn't speak, he just waved his hand, signaling that they don't mind him.Looking at the backs of Zhou Mao and Xu Hanze leaving while chatting and laughing, he felt a sour feeling in his heart.

When he was about to return to the ward, Zhou Mao who was walking outside the hospital stopped.Turn around and run to Jiang Hai.

"Doctor Jiang, I forgot to ask you." Zhou Mao took a breath, "I will bring food tomorrow, do you have anything you want?"

Jiang Hai froze for a moment, trying not to change his expression.He replied indifferently: "No."

"No?" Zhou Mao blinked: "Then let's eat fried mutton with green onions tomorrow."

Jiang Hai: "..."

Zhou Mao showed a smirk: "I'm lying to you. I know you don't eat green onions." He turned around and waved to Jiang Hai: "Tomorrow I will make a bigger meal. After all, Dr. Jiang, you have worked the hardest. You should also rest well today."

Jiang Hai stared blankly at Zhou Mao running towards Xu Hanze.He reached into his pocket, where he still kept the candy wrapper that he peeled for Zhou Mao.

Jiang Hai tightly held the candy wrapper in his hands, watching the two disappear at the end of the street.

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When I woke up today, I felt too lazy to go to work. I wanted to send an email saying that I couldn’t afford to ask for leave, but when I was about to type, my colleague’s email came, saying that she couldn’t go to work due to eye problems.I... can only go to work...

I feel a little tired of coding recently, so I decided to let myself go!Start writing nonsense! 【real