Cannon Fodder Dedicated to Death[Transmigration Book]

When Chen Zhou heard this sentence, he hesitated for a moment: "I don't need it, I'll go by myself." He didn't want the people in the company to know that he and Wen Zheng were together for the New Year.

Wen Zheng looked at him steadily: "He is also my employee."

Chen Zhou was still hesitating, but Wen Zheng had already driven out of the car: "He is seriously ill, I might be able to help him when I go, get in the car quickly."

The smell of sex in the air hadn't dissipated yet, and Chen Zhou and Wen Zheng were already on their way to Zhong Yao's house.

On the eve of the New Year's Eve, every household is celebrating the reunion lively, but Zhong Yao, who lives alone in a foreign land, is suffering from illness and has no relatives. Thinking about it, he feels miserable.

Chen Zhou took out his mobile phone and called Zhong Yao, while comforting him, he suggested some first aid measures and asked him to call an ambulance.This call was undoubtedly the best comfort for a helpless patient, Zhong Yao called an ambulance at his suggestion.

When they arrived at Zhong Yao's house, the ambulance hadn't arrived yet.The place where they lived was actually closer to Zhong Yao's house than the hospital, which was beyond their expectations. After all, it was not close to the company, it was considered the edge of the city.

Zhong Yao almost crawled over to open the door for them. After opening the door, Chen Zhou was taken aback by the pale-faced Zhong Yao: "Zhong Yao, are you alright?"

Zhong Yao held the door weakly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes in peace, and fell backwards uncontrollably.

Chen Zhou grabbed him and dragged his fallen body: "Zhong Yao, Zhong Yao, are you alright?"

Zhong Yao leaned against Chen Zhou, and Wen Zheng quickly came to give him a hand, and lifted Zhong Yao up from him: "Hurry up and help him to lie on the bed."

The house that Zhong Yao rented was a single apartment built by a local farmer. There was only a table and a bed in the room, and there was no extra furniture. It could be called a bare house.Wen Zheng frowned. He felt that the house that Chen Zhou rented before was rudimentary enough. He didn't expect there to be even more rudimentary, which completely refreshed his understanding. Is the salary that their company pays scientific researchers so low?

Chen Zhou helped Zhong Yao cover the quilt and said, "I don't know when the ambulance will arrive. Or should we take him to the hospital?"

Wen Zheng said: "Since an ambulance has been called, let's wait a bit. Our car is not as convenient as an ambulance."

This was the truth, Chen Zhou decided to wait a little longer, and if it didn't work, he sent him to the hospital by himself.

They looked around the room, and there were still a few plates of leftover dishes under the gauze cover on the table: Braised pork trotters, roast duck, pork ribs in sauce, and steamed fish. It seemed that he did not treat himself badly for the New Year.These look like ready-made cooked food, only the fish may have been steamed by myself, and there are not many traces of each dish being touched. It should be that I haven't eaten much, and it may be that I feel a little unwell before eating.

The kitchen and bathroom are in the corridor, separated by a sliding door, and there is not even a refrigerator.

Wen Zheng asked in a low voice: "Is his salary very low? Why did he rent such a house?"

"It's not low, it's more than 2 yuan, and there are bonuses every year. It should be to save money to buy a house. I seem to have heard him talk about it once." Zhong Yao is an old employee of the company, and he applied to come to his department on his own initiative. Hardworking, capable, and self-motivated.

They waited for a few minutes, Zhong Yao's phone rang, and Chen Zhou answered it. It was the ambulance that had arrived downstairs.

The doctors and nurses came up and carried the sleepy Zhong Yao down. There was no elevator in this house, and Chen Zhou and Wen Zheng also helped out.

I went to the hospital for an examination and found that it was acute appendicitis and needed immediate surgery.Zhong Yao was already in a coma, and Wen Zheng helped to sign the consent form for the operation. It was originally signed by Chen Zhou, but Wen Zheng said that he was the boss and he would be responsible for the accident.

Chen Zhou and Wen Zheng were sitting in the corridor waiting for the operation to end. There were not many people in the hospital in their thirties. Probably not many people would like to stay in the hospital after the Chinese New Year. Those who were sick were not in an emergency and would not want to come at this time.

Appendicitis surgery is a very small operation. It could have been done in one or two hours, but after two hours, the operation was still not over. Chen Zhou began to fidget and walk around in the corridor. Another two hours passed , the light in the operating room was turned off, and Zhong Yao was pushed out.

Chen Zhou hurried up: "Doctor, how is it? Why is it taking so long?"

The doctor said: "The patient's condition is very critical. The appendix has been perforated. Fortunately, the perforation didn't last long and only caused local cysts. If it came a little later, the consequences would be disastrous."

Chen Zhou remembered that Zhong Yao said on the phone that he was going to die, it seemed that it was not an exaggeration, but really serious: "Thank you doctor, you have worked hard, thank you everyone!"

Wen Zheng watched him keep bowing to thank the doctors and nurses, and felt a little uncomfortable. Zhong Yao is just a colleague, so there is no need to do this for him.

Zhong Yao was pushed into the ward, and Chen Zhou followed.Wen Zheng got up and went out. He went to find someone to consult with the nurses, because at dawn, he and Chen Zhou were about to catch a plane to Zurich, and he had to find someone to take care of Zhong Yao as soon as possible.

Chen Zhou helped draw the curtains, sat down on the side of the bed, looked at the pale Zhong Yao, and thought in his heart, was he helping himself to keep out the wine at the annual meeting, was it also the cause of this illness?If it is true, then he is guilty of a great crime.

He sat for a while before he remembered Wen Zheng. When he looked back, Wen Zheng was gone. He got up and went outside to take a look, but there was no one there.

After a while, Wen Zheng came back. Chen Zhou lowered his voice and asked, "Where have you been?"

Wen Zheng said: "I'm looking for a nurse, and I'll be there in a while. Let's go back later, we have to catch a plane at ten o'clock in the morning, and we haven't packed our luggage yet."

Only then did Chen Zhou remember that he still wanted to go to Switzerland. He hesitated, and said, "Why don't I go, you go."

Wen Zheng looked at him: "Why didn't you go? You want to take care of him? I've already helped him find a nurse."

Chen Zhou sighed and said: "Zhong Yao's condition is not stable, he has a perforated appendix, and it's not clear how he will recover. If I leave like this, I won't have a good time there, and it will also affect your interest, so it's better I won’t go. My air ticket and hotel have been refunded, I will call Er Shao and apologize to him.”

"Then I won't go either." Wen Zheng said.

"Why don't you go? From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, you should go and relax." Chen Zhou said.

"What fun is there for me to go to a strange country by myself?"

"But the second youngest will go, you brothers get along well for a few days together."

"Him? It's good if he doesn't make trouble for me." Wen Zheng snorted coldly.

It suddenly occurred to Chen Zhou that Wen Rong must have gone to see Tang Yang tonight, and Tang Yang would most likely be going there tomorrow, and Wen Zheng's going there was indeed to make things difficult for him, so he said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Wen Zheng said, "It's not your fault either, who knew it would happen."

The two of them were sitting in the ward, it was already past midnight, and it was already the first day of the Lunar New Year, it was really embarrassing to think that this year would actually be spent in the hospital.

Not long after, the nurse Wen Zheng was looking for arrived, and the nurse was willing to come to work at this time, simply because Wen Zheng was paid a high salary.

Seeing that the nurse had arrived, Wen Zheng said to Chen Zhou: "It's getting late, why don't we go back first, and we'll come to see Zhong Yao when he wakes up."

"You go back, I'll stay here with him." Chen Zhou felt that Zhong Yao would prefer to see familiar people when he wakes up, rather than a completely unfamiliar nurse.

Wen Zheng frowned: "It's hard to say when he will wake up. What if he wakes up in the afternoon, and you'll just sit in the hospital for a whole day? Is your body gone?"

The uncle nurse also persuaded: "Boss, you go back first, this baby will be handed over to me, and I promise to help you take care of it properly. Don't worry, I have been a gold medal nurse for eight years. Absolutely worthy of the salary offered by the boss.”

Chen Zhou looked at Wen Zheng. He stayed with him for most of the night and even hired a nurse. As the boss, he really did his best. In fact, he had no obligation to do so. It couldn't be considered a work-related injury, so he nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble you, uncle. We'll go back first. If there's any situation, please call us." Chen Zhou also added the phone number of the nurse.

It was already four o'clock in the morning, and the first day of the new year was actually spent in the hospital.Chen Zhou remembered his mother's superstition that he would never go to the hospital on the first day of the new year because it was too bad luck.

Chen Zhou said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wen, to cause you to be still in the hospital on the first day of junior high school."

Wen Zheng said lightly: "It's nothing. Are you familiar with Zhong Yao? Why did he call you?"

Chen Zhou said: "I'm very familiar with each other. The colleagues in our department have a good relationship. The main reason is that he knows that I haven't returned to my hometown. He is still here. He is an old employee of the company. Yes. He is very nice. At the annual meeting some time ago, he even helped me hold back the wine. He was so lively at that time, how could he become so ill? Does it matter if you help me stop the drink?"

Wen Zheng hurriedly said: "There is no direct connection, don't think wildly."

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