[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mo is Zhou Mao's biological sister, who is currently in the second grade of high school.She was originally a very ordinary girl, with an introverted personality and a little fat, but she suddenly fainted in class at the end of the semester for some reason, and never woke up again.After being sent to the hospital for examination, Zhou Mo's vital signs were all normal, and his brain was also active, but his body seemed to be in a vegetative state, sleeping all the time.

Zhou Mao was originally teaching in a high school in another city. When he heard about his sister's accident, he rushed back immediately before he even had time to settle his salary.Zhou Mo was placed in a special ward of the hospital, and the daily hospitalization fee was not cheap. Fortunately, Zhou Mao's mother's salary could afford it.But because she is about to retire, she has to return to the front line again, very busy every day, and sometimes even has to travel for a few days.Zhou Mao was naturally responsible for taking care of Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo's sleepiness is actually a new type of disease.And the hospital where she is now is regarded as the frontier of treating such diseases, and many cases similar to Zhou Mo's were cured in this hospital.This is why Zhou Mao and his mother decided to let Zhou Mo live here regardless of the high hospital expenses.

Zhou Mao hurried to Zhou Mo's ward, but found that Zhou Mo's bed was empty.He couldn't help being stunned, anxiety and worry came to his mind together.When he was about to turn around and go to the duty room to inquire, a little childish doctor stopped him.

"Are you Zhou Mo's family?" the little doctor asked.

"Yes, yes." Zhou Mao nodded quickly and asked, "Do you know where Zhou Mo is?"

"Since Zhou Mo is now in the formal treatment stage, we have transferred her to the survival cabin." The little doctor replied. "Come with me." After saying that, he turned and left the ward.

Zhou Mao hurriedly followed the little doctor's footsteps.While walking, the little doctor said to Zhou Mao in a reproachful tone: "Your family members are too careless. There is no one around Zhou Mo for two days. If she is still in the ordinary bed, she will really suffer."

"It's my fault." Zhou Mao whispered. "I had an accident and it was too late to fix it."

"But you can relax a little bit from now on." The little doctor came to a door, opened it, and beckoned Zhou Mao to go in.Zhou Mao walked in and saw that there were three rows of oval machines in the room, the length and width of which were probably just enough for a grown man to lie down on.Numerous pipelines, large and small, are inserted behind the machine.

"Zhou Mo's cabin is the second row next to the wall." The little doctor said, pointing out Zhou Mo's location to Zhou Mao.

Zhou Mao walked in, and through the glass hatch, he saw Zhou Mo's sleeping face.Zhou Mo was wearing protective clothing, with a straw fixed in her mouth.Some pipelines are connected to the head of the protective suit.Her whole body was soaked in the colorless transparent liquid, and she was still breathing steadily.

"This is the survival cabin we specially made for the treatment of Zhou Mo's sleep disease." The little doctor introduced. "It can replenish nutrients and clean the body for patients on time. No manual assistance is required. How is it? Very convenient, right?"

"It's very convenient." Zhou Mao nodded, and then asked with some concern: "Then how much is this kind of hospital bed per day?"

"You have already paid the fee." The little doctor said with a smile: "The survival cabin exists exclusively for the treatment of sleep disorders. Generally, as long as patients enter the treatment stage, they will be transferred to the survival cabin."

"Ah, that's really great." Zhou Mao relaxed a little.The family has already paid high hospital expenses, and it is really difficult to come up with additional money to pay for the survival cabin.If they really need to pay additional money, Zhou Mao's family can only borrow money.

"By the way," the little doctor seemed to think of something, and said to Zhou Mao: "Ms. Jiang——is Zhou Mo's attending doctor. I have some questions about Zhou Mo's diary and texts that you provided for adjuvant treatment. He will talk to you later. Come to you, you wait here for him."

"Doctor Jiang?" Zhou Mao knew this person.He is Zhou Mo's attending doctor, and Zhou Mo's bed has his signature.But because the formal treatment stage has not yet started, Zhou Mao has never seen him.From admission to bed change, nurses have been handling it.This little doctor in front of him was Zhou Mao's first time seeing him.

"Yes, Dr. Jiang Hai." The little doctor smiled: "I'll call him over, you wait here for a while."

"Well, good." Zhou Mao said, remembering that he hadn't asked the little doctor's name yet: "I don't know how to call you yet."

"Oh, yes, I forgot!" The little doctor said with a smile, "My name is Yang Boyi. I am an intern here and a student of Mr. Jiang. I will be in charge of Zhou Mo's treatment together with Mr. Jiang in the future."

"Doctor Yang," Zhou Mao stretched out his hand, "I will trouble you from now on."

"Just call me Xiao Yang." Yang Boyi shook Zhou Mao's hand with a smile, and left the room.

Zhou Mao sat next to Zhou Mo's survival cabin, carefully looking at Zhou Mo's face through the glass.Zhou Mo's face was ruddy, her breathing was steady, as if she was just asleep.When Zhou Mo was first admitted to the hospital, Zhou Mao heard the nurse introduce the disease sleep disorder.This disease is more like a mental disease than a physical one.Patients fall into endless sleep, which is their self-protection mechanism for fear of the real society.Their true consciousness will lurk in the works they create.The doctor's duty is to find out the hidden consciousness of the patients by analyzing these works, and reintroduce these consciousnesses back into their bodies.

Dr. Jiang Hai is a member of the team that successfully discovered the treatment of sleep disorders and developed the survival capsule.He has also participated in many treatments and achieved success, and he is considered an expert among experts in the treatment of this type of disease.It is really a very lucky thing for him to be Zhou Mo's attending doctor.

Today's technology has evolved to this extent.Zhou Mao thought while stroking Zhou Mo's face through the glass.There is such a convenient survival pod.I don't know if my time travel into the book is also the result of high technology.

"Momo," Zhou Mao said softly, "I have just time-traveled into your novel. For some reason, you wrote about me as the protagonist of the novel." He laughed and said, "You wrote me like that, you want to write me like that?" It’s not because you’re still asleep, I’m sure I’ll punish you for doing exercises.” He knocked on the glass of the survival cabin: “Ms. Liu from my previous school found a very good chemistry textbook, and I read it too. After a while, it’s really good. How about it, Momo, are you excited?”

"It would be strange if she was excited." A deep voice sounded.

Zhou Mao was startled, turned around and saw a tall young man standing behind him.The young man is well-proportioned, wearing a simple shirt and trousers, with broad shoulders and a thin waist.He has a straight nose, deep eyes, and a slight frown on his handsome face.

When did this person come in, and how did he walk without making a sound?It scared the hell out of me!Zhou Mao thought to himself, smiled at the young man pretending to be calm, and said, "I'm so sorry. My sister has been awake. I'll try to talk to her and see if it works."

The young man looked at Zhou Mao and said, "Her consciousness is not here, and your words are useless."

Zhou Mao smiled wryly, and said, "I know. I just want to try. Sitting here is sitting anyway." He asked the young man, "Are you also a family member of the patient?"

"Family?" The young man looked at Zhou Mao with a strange expression: "I am Zhou Mo's attending doctor."

Zhou Mao was shocked.Knowing that Jiang Hai is a leader in the treatment of sleep disorders and the teacher of Dr. Xiao Yang, he preconceived that Jiang Hai is a middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s, and he is probably a little bald.I didn't expect to be so young and have black and thick hair.

But he wasn't wearing a white coat.Zhou Mao looked puzzled.Is it possible that doctors are also graded?Can you not wear it if it is a little more advanced?

Jiang Hai seemed to see the doubts in Zhou Mao's heart, and said: "I just arrived at the hospital. I heard Xiao Yang said you were here, so I came here first. I haven't had time to change my clothes." Handed Zhou Mao his identification card.

Zhou Mao took the identification card, saw Jiang Hai's photo and name, and handed the card back.Jiang Hai hung the identification card around his neck, brought a stool from the room, sat directly opposite Zhou Mao, looked into Zhou Mao's eyes, and asked, "Are you Zhou Mo's brother?"

"Yes." Zhou Mao replied. "I'm her brother, and my name is Zhou Mao."

Jiang Hai looked Zhou Mao up and down.Zhou Mao has fair skin and a handsome appearance, and looks harmless to humans and animals.Because he hadn't eaten for two days, his complexion was not very good, but his eyes were bright.

The corner of Jiang Hai's mouth curled up imperceptibly, and he muttered: "Isn't this pretty good-looking, why aren't girls chasing after her?"

"What?" Zhou Mao didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Jiang Hai cleared his throat and said, "I'm here today, mainly to talk about Zhou Mo's treatment." He stretched out his hand and pressed a button on the body of Zhou Mo's survival cabin. It lit up.Jiang Hai took out his laptop, connected it to the survival cabin, and skillfully tapped the keyboard a few times, a series of numbers appeared on the display screen of the survival cabin.

"Do you know the principle of our treatment of insomnia?" Jiang Hai asked Zhou Mao while operating.

"I generally know something." Zhou Mao replied. "You analyze the patient's work, find their consciousness, and send it back into the patient's body."

"Well. It can be regarded as the correct answer." Jiang Hai entered a set of data and said: "However, we are not analyzing the patient's works, but directly entering these works."

"Enter? How to enter..." Zhou Mao was a little confused. When he asked, he suddenly remembered the novel world created by Zhou Mo that he had just left: "Could it be..."

"That's right." Jiang Hai put his laptop on his lap, turned around and looked straight at Zhou Mao: "After patients with sleep disorders lose consciousness, they will create one or more worlds through their own works. Patients are the masters of their worlds. God is also one of them. The rules of these worlds are created by them, and they also participate in it. And our job as medical staff is to enter the world created by the patient, find the person who represents the consciousness of the patient, and then pull it out of the world .”

Zhou Mao nodded.He recalled the world he had just experienced, thinking silently: Which of them would Zhou Mo be?

"Therefore, every time we receive a patient, we will collect his literary or artistic works, and then enter the world of his creation through the survival cabin." Jiang Hai continued: "This should be what our sleep disorder treatment team should do. But this weekend, our staff found some accidents during the treatment."