[Quick Transmigration] On the Classification of Trash Boyfriends

"Host, host, can you hear my voice?"

"I can hear you."

Huo Zhi wanted to raise his hand, but found that there was still a hanging needle stuck in the back of his hand, so he couldn't move.

The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant and the smell of alcohol.Huo Zhi knew it was his smell, so he frowned in disgust.

Even if he drinks alcohol, he can be admitted to the hospital. It can only be said that this body's physique is worse than he thought.

A doctor and several nurses pushed open the door of the ward and asked, "Is it Huo Zhi, Mr. Huo?"

"it's me."

"The person who sent you here last night has gone back. Is he your family?"

Huo Zhi said, "He is my secretary."

The doctor continued to ask, "Then is it convenient for your parents to come over?"

"My parents are both dead."

The doctor was at a loss for words for a while, "...you are mild alcoholism, and you will be fine if you get timely treatment. You can be discharged from the hospital after hanging for two days for observation."

Huo Zhi frowned, "Still hospitalized?"

"Of course you have to be hospitalized." The nurse walked towards Huo Zhi with various instruments for measuring blood pressure on the side, while the doctor stood behind and recorded the numbers. "If possible, let your friends or other relatives come over."

Huo Zhi lay on the bed and allowed them to move, and asked calmly, "Doctor, am I just intoxicated by alcohol?"

"Of course, don't think too much about it."

......

Huo Zhi didn't think much about it, because he already knew everything that this body suffered in his last life, including the root cause that finally took his life - cancer.

The original body's cancer was only detected after bankruptcy, and it was already at an advanced stage.He doesn't smoke or drink, and even his private life is clean. Xie Xiao is alone, but he can't escape the genetic cause-his father also died of cancer.The malignant tumor spread silently on the original body's liver. He often felt tired, nauseous, and anorexia, but he attributed it to work pressure. It wasn't until he passed out and went to the hospital that the cancer was diagnosed at an advanced stage.

Xie Xiao didn't know about this, and the original body didn't want him to know. Both his parents died and he had no friends. He survived for six months, but in the end his will to live became weaker and weaker. On the day of his death, The original body was only 29 years old.

His death should have been the most powerless and unavoidable in so many worlds, but Huo Zhi only felt a deep sense of unwillingness and sadness, which came from the original body's emotions. After he had everything, betrayal and The terminal illness defeated his hope of life one after another, maybe it would be difficult for anyone to be as strong as the original body.

But now Huo Zhi has only reached the beginning.

Huo Zhi only stayed for one night before deciding to leave. The doctor persuaded him, saying, "The indicators after the blood test are not right. You'd better have another test to be safer."

"I'll come back for a check-up on the weekend, thank you doctor."

The discharge procedure was handled by Huo Zhi himself. No one except the secretary knew that he stayed in the hospital for one night. When he returned, he turned on his mobile phone, and it was already bombarded with text messages and work notices from Xie Xiao. He had a look at his work before returning. Xie Xiao made a phone call.

"Where are you? Why didn't you reply to my message?" The other party's urgent voice came after the answer.

Huo Zhi said succinctly, "The phone is broken and can't be turned on, it was repaired just now."

Xie Xiao frowned and asked, "Why don't you just buy a new one if it's broken?"

"I'm used to it, and there are too many things in it, and it will be troublesome to replace it with a new one."

What Huo Zhi said was very natural and common, Xie Xiao believed it.

"Then don't scare me like that next time. I almost thought something was wrong when I couldn't get in touch with you. I wanted to go to your company but was stopped by the program crew and just wouldn't let me go," Xie Xiao scolded, Then he softened his voice, "Then take care of yourself and don't reply to my message."

"I know, I know," Huo Zhi said, "I still have work to do, so I'll hang up first."

"OK Bye Bye."

As soon as the phone was hung up, Huo Zhi covered his mouth and coughed. He drank a cup of cold medicine and drank it. His stomach, which hadn't eaten much oil or water for a day, didn't feel hungry at all. Huo Zhi wanted to force himself to eat But he couldn't taste much after biting into half an apple just now, so he threw it into the trash can.

"President, this is last month's financial report."

"Put it over there."

The secretary hesitated for a while and asked, "Mr. Huo, were you okay last time?"

Huo Zhi raised his head and smiled, "It's okay, thank you for taking me to the hospital."

"This is what I should do," the secretary said hastily, "Mr. Bertrand is coming to visit next month, should I still contact the translator from last time?"

"That Chinese translation is too bad, get a new one."

"Ok."

The secretary left Huo Zhi's office, but not long after, he walked in again with a face full of helplessness.

"Mr. Huo, there is your courier."

Huo Zhi stopped writing, "I didn't buy anything, I must have made a mistake."

"The addressee has your name written on it, and it's a bouquet of flowers."

"flower?"

When Huo Zhi saw the flamboyant bouquet of roses, the figure of a certain person immediately appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

He took out one and put it under his nose to smell it. It was a strong floral fragrance, "Find a vase and put it in my office."

The secretary said hello, "There is one more thing, I sent it with the flowers."

"Bring them all to me."

It was a rectangular express box, which was very heavy in the hand. Huo Zhi unpacked it, and inside was a brand new mobile phone, which seemed to be the same brand as Xie Xiao's.

These miscellaneous things brought some small surprises to Huo Zhi's boring work. He took a photo and sent it to Xie Xiao, saying: You bought it for me?

Xie Xiao: Besides me, will anyone else buy gifts for Brother?

: Yes or yes, but I like yours more

Xie Xiao obviously didn't want such a reply, he curled his lips and told himself to just read the next half of the sentence.

Xie Xiao: Huh

Xie Xiao: I'm going to call it a day, is the patron coming to pick me up?

: wait for me

Xie Xiao raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and his mood seemed to improve unconsciously.

At night, while eating in the restaurant, he suddenly raised his head and asked Huo Zhi, "What kind of flowers do you like?"

Huo Zhi didn't particularly like any kind of flower, but he still replied, "Rose is very beautiful."

"Really? I'm still worried that my brother won't like it."

"I like what you gave me."

This answer seemed to be a great encouragement to Xie Xiao's actions. From that day on, Huo Zhi's office could receive a bouquet of delicate roses every day. Now everyone in the company knew that there was a mysterious person in the office. Pursuing their boss, everyone can't get away from this topic in the after-dinner chat. They are all gossips about how passionate and unrestrained they are, Mr. Huo, and whether Mr. Huo will reply to the other party, etc. and so on.The secretary who knows the truth has an extra job every day, that is, the porter of flowers, but he moves in fear every day, thinking that no one should know that the little fresh meat who is now on fire is sending roses to their president every day. thing.

Picking a weekend with nothing to do, Huo Zhi went to the hospital alone for a checkup.

He calmly folded the report card with the words "advanced liver cancer" and put it in his pocket. The doctor told him a lot about the symptoms and countermeasures of liver cancer. The three sentences were inseparable from hospitalization and surgery. Huo Zhi complied with everything. Going down, but still decisively rejected the request for hospitalization.

"Just give me some medicine, I'm not going to treat it now."

It was the first time for the doctor to hear such an answer, and he said earnestly, "You are still so young, what do you do without treatment? If you don't have treatment, you can live for at most 8 months, and if you have surgery and then chemotherapy slowly, it can increase by a year or even For several years of life, medicine alone cannot cure it.”

Huo Zhi said, "I know, but I don't want to spend the money and suffer."

The doctor couldn't persuade him, so he could only dispense medicine to Huo Zhi and asked him to come to the hospital for regular checkups. After Huo Zhi returned home, he locked the test sheet in the cabinet, took the medicine as prescribed by the doctor, and continued to work.