Where are the scumbags? [Quick Transmigration]

Zhan Ji seemed to hear the sound of a chainsaw cutting his heart. The uneven incision made his eyes go dark from the pain, and he shook his head to light up again.In this interlacing of darkness and light, it seemed as if he saw the face of a smiling boy in school uniform, and raised his hand involuntarily towards him, but put it down in vain in vain.

Zhan Ji closed his eyes and tried to stabilize his sanity, then opened his eyes and saw Nie Tao who was coming from afar, and hurriedly said, "What's wrong with Xiaoxi? Is he sick?"

Zhan Ji didn't answer, but stared at Nie Tao and asked, "Did Xiaoxi have a car accident six years ago?"

Nie Tao naturally knew about this matter, and knew its ins and outs. He was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, "Why, knowing that he was in a car accident because he was in a hurry to find you at the airport, isn't he very proud?"

However, Zhan Ji didn't speak any more, but unconsciously raised his hand again, covering half of his eyes with a barely visible trembling.It seems that they want to hide the pain in their eyes, and they seem to want to avoid the fact that they are bumping into each other.

He once saw the scar on his left knee, but he didn't pursue it carefully because of its insignificance. Not only that, but he also drove him crazy.Jingxi's "obedience" these days stems from the fear of drag racing, and this fear stems from a car accident, and the cause of the car accident is actually himself.

The boy was also reluctant to go out because of this, so he was not sent to the doctor in time, which delayed the best time for treatment... Zhan Ji pressed his eyes and didn't dare to think about it any longer. He suspected that if he continued to think about it, he would die of heartache.The severe pain that kept piling up so much that he couldn't find an exit tore his whole body, and finally opened a big hole in his chest that couldn't be healed, and the cold wind was blowing through.

Now all hope is placed on the doctor's diagnosis, but the result came out soon, and the intracranial tumor became an established fact.The next key lies in the nature of the tumor. After MRI, it is still not possible to determine whether it is benign or malignant, and a puncture is required.

In this way, Jing Xi and the Jing family could not be concealed, and the puncture was a torment. The long needle like an awl pierced the spine at the waist, and it had to be rotated inside, even if Xia Xi couldn't feel any pain, but the cold touch of the mechanical body still made him tremble slightly involuntarily.

The hope of waiting outside is not much better, but in just two days, the overall situation has fallen to the lowest point.I couldn't eat or sleep well at all. The physical torment came second, and the mental torment was the worst.Xia Xi was doing a lumbar puncture inside, but Zhan Ji seemed to be doing a soul puncture outside. He tried to take out a cigarette, but his hands were so trembling that he couldn't hold it.

Jing's father and Jing's mother also put aside their work and both waited outside. Jing's mother's whole heart was completely occupied by her son's illness, and she couldn't care about Zhan Ji at all, and Jing's father knew all the things that Jing Xi had done for Zhan Ji. , no matter how angry and disgusted with homosexuality, I still held back during the critical period of my child's illness.

Although Father Jing was very strict with his relatives and subordinates, he was very lenient and kind to outsiders, widowed children and other vulnerable groups.Today's Zhan Ji naturally belongs to outsiders in the eyes of Jing's father, while Zhan Ji and Zhan Mu belonged to the disadvantaged group back then, so although Jing's father's overall attitude towards him is alienated, it is still polite and there is no embarrassment .

The door of the operating room finally opened, and Zhan Ji rushed forward to support the pale Xia Xi, took a deep breath and tried to make himself look more natural, "Does it hurt?"

Xia Xi shook his head, then looked at him and whispered, "...I don't want to be here, I want to go home."

When he heard this, Zhan Ji's nose was sour, and tears were almost falling down, but the doctor who followed behind did not hear it, and only praised him sincerely in an encouraging tone: "After all, it is the child of General Jing's family, it is really amazing , from the beginning to the end without a single cry of pain."

The doctor is the director of the oncology department and the vice president of the hospital. His father is an old subordinate of Mr. Jing, so he specially spared all his time to treat Jing Xi alone. Half of the pain was unbearable, and there was a girl whose eyes were swollen from crying."

This kind of praise will only make Zhan Ji feel more uncomfortable, so he whispered in Xia Xi's ear with the same small voice: "I believe it will be cured in a month at most, and we will go home when the disease is cured, okay?"

Xia Xi tried to nod, but the weakness caused by the puncture made him no longer able to stand up. Zhan Jiqiang endured his distress and carefully carried him back to the ward, letting him lean on the bed in a more comfortable position, "Isn't it? cold?"

When Zhan Ji hugged him, he found that he was shaking slightly, so he helped him put on the light cotton pajamas and tucked the quilt tightly.The weather in spring is already very warm, but Xia Xi is sweating physiologically, his face is so pale that it almost blends into the snow-white pillow, Zhan Ji coaxes softly: "Go to sleep for a while."

Xia Xi still felt cold, so Zhan Ji went to bed and embraced him who was lying on his side, with his broad chest against his back, and his arms came from behind his waist, holding his cold hands.This ward is a VIP-level single room, clean and spacious, and the scenery outside the window is also beautiful. You can see the cherry blossoms in full bloom while lying on the bed.The bed was also bigger than the ordinary ward, and the body temperature of the man behind him gave Xia Xi a sense of peace of mind, but he couldn't fall asleep because of his physical discomfort.

It was the afternoon, the time was peaceful and beautiful, like the afternoon when they were in the school infirmary six years ago, Zhan Ji's deep voice rang in Xia Xi's ear: "Can't you sleep?"

"Yeah." Xia Xi made a muffled nasal voice, and repeated again: "I don't want to be treated, I don't like hospitals, I want to go home."

Zhan Ji suppressed his sadness and did not respond, but asked softly, "Do you want to listen to a bedtime story?"

Xia Xi thought of Yan Tianqing inexplicably, and couldn't help whispering, "...I want to listen to "The Little Prince"."

It's a pity that Zhan Ji has only heard the title of this book, but has not read it.After Zhan Ji finished warming his hands, he reached under the quilt to touch his curled feet and slowly warmed them up, "I don't know how to tell this story. Can you do anything else?"

"Ding——, the favorite value has increased by 15 points, and the current favorite value is 80."

Xia Xi nodded, and while warming his feet, Zhan Ji tried his best to whisper in the softest voice: "Once upon a time, there was a little frog..."

Because men are not good at gentleness by nature, so the tone sounds clumsy, like a strange sorghum coaxing a little pot friend: "Because it looks ugly, no other frogs would care about it..."

'Little Pot Friend' couldn't help but speak: "...Is it because it's not a frog, but actually a toad?"

Xia Xi's intervention made Zhan Ji pause before he could continue: "Well, one day, it met a very beautiful little swan..."

The disobedient 'little friend' interrupted again: "I see, this is the story of a toad eating swan meat, isn't it?"

Zhan Ji felt that the "little friend" in his arms must have caused headaches for the teacher in kindergarten, so he bit his earlobe lightly as a punishment and continued: "The little swan not only didn't dislike the little frog, but also treated it very well. , the little frog couldn’t help falling in love with it secretly. But one day, something happened to the little frog’s family, and he only sent a message to Little Swan and left. It wasn’t until six years later that he was strong enough to come back to look for him. The grown-up little frog is more inferior than before when facing the little swan, and it not only suffers from mental illness, but also is emotionally disabled, doesn’t know how to love, so it does a lot of wrong things.”

The man's deep voice had begun to become slightly hoarse: "Just when it was regretting, it found that the little swan was also sick, its wings were injured, and it could not fly temporarily. So the little frog begged the little swan: Let's treat it together, okay?" You stay with me, let's listen to the doctor's words carefully, and go home together after we are cured..."

His tone was not only deeply sour and pleading, but also humble and trembling. Xia Xi's heart trembled because of this, and instead of answering Zhan Ji's question, he said in a daze: "I haven't received your letter." information……"

Deleting the information privately was probably the only thing Father Jing regretted that year, otherwise the car accident might not have happened.Zhan Ji tried his best to hide the moisture in his eyes, and kissed his hair lightly: "Well, I know."

'Little friend' said in a dissatisfied tone: "Your story is not good at all."

"Ah."

"The content sucks too."

"Ah."

"..."

Xia Xi fell asleep unconsciously.

Zhan Ji also slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep for the first time in the two days since he learned that Xia Xi was ill.It seemed to be raining outside, followed by lightning and thunder, Zhan Ji felt deeply affectionate for the baby obediently nestled in his arms, but at this moment he smelled blood on his nose.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and then I was surprised to see blood continuously spreading from Xia Xi's body, dyeing the clothes and bed red in an instant, while the face of the person in his arms was as paper-like with long eyelashes drooping, and he was silent and ignorant unconscious.All of a sudden, his whole body trembled violently, and finally he hoarsely screamed in a near-suffocating panic: "Xiao Xi——!!"

Zhan Ji woke up suddenly, panting violently in a cold sweat, he saw a peaceful ward, the person in his arms was still sleeping peacefully, it was almost evening outside the window, it turned out to be just a nightmare.

But the reality quickly fulfilled this dream, and the result of the puncture turned out to be a malignant tumor.

Late at night that night, Zhan Ji took advantage of Xia Xi's sleep to go back to the apartment to get things, and then locked himself in the room and smoked all night.When Special Assistant Jiang went to help early in the morning, he opened the bedroom door and saw that the smoke inside was as thick as a fire. There were cigarette butts all over the place, and the back of the man standing by the window was so lonely that it made people feel flustered. He couldn't help but shouted. :"boss?"

In Zhan Ji's mind, he thought over and over again the happy moments when he was with Jing Xi, but it seemed that every time he thought that the dawn was about to come, he only ushered in deeper despair.Ever since he got the result of a malignant tumor, he felt as if thousands of needles had pierced his heart every moment, and the pain was so painful that it was hard to breathe.