Doomsday Superstar [Rebirth]

Mo Ling suddenly opened his eyes, and the surroundings were quiet. He was stunned for a second, and then instinctively wanted to get up, but was blocked by the instruments and tubes all over his body.

"The patient on bed 22 is awake!" A shrill female voice screamed and ran away. Mo Ling habitually raised his hand and touched his forehead, feeling at a loss in his heart.

Before he could slowly recall what happened before, a burst of chaotic footsteps approached, and the crackling sound of various leather shoes stepping on the floor tiles was like a continuous thunderstorm in the extremely quiet corridor. It evokes Mo Ling's memories of chasing and fleeing.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed, and there was a little sharpness in his eyes. He pulled off the tubes and instrument connectors that were in the way on his body, and grabbed the foldable instrument on the small table amidst the sharp alarm sound of some instrument. Fruit knife, break the knife apart with both hands, hold the knife with the thumb of the right hand, press the handle of the knife, press the blade on the bed sheet, and pull the quilt to cover it.

Although he moved quickly, the white coats that swarmed in were not much slower than him, and the crackling sound came to the room in an instant, making Mo Ling wonder if his skills had regressed.

There were too many people coming, and the small ward was crowded into a subway station in the morning rush hour.The first one was a middle-aged man, who looked a bit like a pumpkin that had been thrown away in the vegetable market for a month and no one bought it, but the random and crazy flesh did not prevent him from swiftly rushing into the house. He rubbed his hands and looked at Mo Ling excitedly, his eyes were very similar to the spider spirit who met Tang Seng for the first time.

The pumpkin-shaped spider spirit stretched out her chubby hand towards Mo Ling's head. Mo Ling instinctively raised his hand, then grabbed his wrist and twisted it, successfully letting the 200-jin fat meat come out. Turned 180 degrees and fell into his arms with his back facing him.

It is true that it weighs more than 200 kilograms, Mo Ling was hit by him and almost suffered a cardiac arrest.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less, the right hand holding the knife wanted to cut off the guy's head, but stopped halfway, the blade came to a dangerous stop at the throat, and pressed a line on the skin Red marks, if you press harder, you will see blood.

He reacted so quickly that his brain couldn't keep up with the action at all. At the moment when the blood was about to splatter three feet, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.He lowered his head and sniffed the neck of the person in his arms. It really smelled human. Although the sweat glands were a little developed, and the clothes might not be changed often, the smell was not so pleasant.

The fat pumpkin doctor doesn't know what's wrong with the one who just woke up. After lying down for 9 months, he is still so strong and responsive, and why is he constantly smelling himself?Ready to take a bite?

Also, where did this knife come from?

He is also an old doctor. He has practiced for more than ten years. He has seen and heard hundreds of doctors, but this is the first time he has encountered a vegetative patient.He was so frightened by the cold touch on his neck that his whole body was shaking, and he murmured some nonsense such as "Calm down, talk if you have something to say".He also knew in his heart that it was useless, but what he blurted out in panic was just these two sentences back and forth.

When he was dragged over, he exchanged a glance with the patient, and with just one glance, he immediately saw that this patient was really capable of killing, and that the cold aura around him and the murderous intent in his eyes were not fake.This realization made him terrified, his whole body was in a state of adrenaline rush, and he was very restless.

He looked at the opposite colleague who raised his hands and muttered the same words as himself, and thought irritably, what the hell is "a scholar who is useless", and is useless at critical moments.He tried his best to calm himself down, and quickly searched the patient's information in his brain, hoping to find some way to get himself out of danger.

This patient is a star. He was injured by an explosion failure during the filming. The situation was quite miserable. Not only were he injured by the explosion, but he was also ejected from the blast and hit the wall. When he fell, he hit the car again. He was on the spot Passed out and never woke up again.

It's good luck to say that, although this person was covered in blood when he was sent to the hospital, and he didn't have a few good pieces of flesh all over his body, the trauma was not particularly serious, and no key parts were injured, especially the face used for eating. Nothing at all.

However, although the body recovered, the person could not wake up. There was no problem with the impacted brain and chest and abdomen scans, and none of the ribs were broken.The hospital had no choice but to leave it here for observation, and this observation lasted for nine months.

In the first month, the reporter often came to stay, and there were always people from the company to visit, and the little fans even sent garlands and thousand paper cranes to pray for blessings; in the second month, the number of people gradually decreased, and the reporter saw that he did not intend to wake up. He stopped coming; in the third month, except for his own mother who came to make a fuss and dragged the crew to demand compensation, there were no other visitors; Here, except for the doctors and nurses who come to check up once a day, and the nurses who come to take care of him twice a day, no one looks for him anymore.

I heard from the little nurses that the patient himself was not very popular. Before the accident, there was a little bit of redness, but it disappeared for so long, and there were still scars on his body. Even if he woke up and came back, he might just I can mix the [-]th line for the rest of my life.

So, the crew accident was man-made, and he was tricked by others and decided to take revenge on the society?Or is it sick and no one cares about it, so you hate all mankind and want to take revenge on society?Or there is no traffic, so you plan to make big news in a way of retaliating against society?

Pumpkin doctor's brain, which was squeezed by fat and not much left, turned around for a long time, and could not do without the words "revenge society". nonsense.

"Lin, Mr. Lin, um, even though you are lonely, lonely, and your career and family are gone, you can't mess around... Life is precious, love... No, I, I am not suitable, I have high blood pressure, high blood fat and high blood sugar High... Well, I still, have, have an 80-year-old mother and an eight-year-old son. My career is okay. Although I can't make much money, I will be promoted to chief physician soon. I just don't have enough papers, Meng Ziyi That old bastard keeps pushing me away..."

He talked more and more smoothly, and he was about to shake off all the office struggles, but Mo Ling suddenly interrupted him: "What do you call me?"

Dr. Pumpkin, who didn't put the brake on his mouth, was immediately silenced by the knife, and he realized that he was still in danger, so he quickly replied tremblingly: "Mr. Lin?"

"Mr. Lin?" Mo Ling followed suit, and he heard clearly that it was "Lin" and not "Ling", and even if it was called "Mr. X", it should be "Mr. Mo", "Mr. Ling" This name, no matter how it sounds, sounds like a little boy who is kept by a man, it is really not what a doctor calls a patient.

He frowned, and finally realized that the matter might be out of his understanding, and his eyes became more serious unconsciously.

The fat doctor in his arms looked at his colleagues with frightened faces, and felt that he might have offended the man holding the knife by the address he said, so he quickly changed his words: "That, that, big star Lin! Boss Lin! Master Lin! Lin Professor! Chief of Staff Lin..."

He changed more than a dozen names in a row, but there was no response. Instead, the knife on his neck became heavier and heavier. He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he blurted out: "Papa Lin! Papa, Papa! Please spare me!  … "

Mo Ling's head ached from the noise of his horn, he hadn't heard a human voice for almost half a year, and he hadn't met such a noisy person in ten years, so he really wanted to knock this guy out.He looked down at the "eldest son" who weighed more than 200 kilograms in his arms, and was so irritable that he wanted to beat someone.

He frowned and finally confirmed that this is indeed a human being, a complete and healthy person, with no signs of corpse change or virus infection, nor did anyone else in the room, including the two corpses lying on the bed next to him. bit.After confirming, he let go of his hand, pushed the person away from his body, and then closed the knife and grasped it in the palm of his right hand, leaning back with a lazy look.

"You said my surname is Lin? Lin what?"

Doctor Pumpkin rolled his small eyes around, but didn't feel any danger, so he hesitated and replied: "Lin, Lin Chuchen?"

Mo Ling felt that it was very difficult to talk to this man, so he glanced at the notebook in the hands of a four-eyed young man: "Is that my medical record? Show me."

The young man cautiously stepped forward to hand over the notebook, while muttering: "This is not called a medical record, this..."

Doctor Pumpkin stared back at the second half of the sentence.

Lin Chuchen flipped through the book, and found the flamboyant characters really hard to recognize. Fortunately, he didn't intend to. He just checked his "own name" and his current situation, and then threw it back after reading it.

"Then what should I do now? Do I need a full body check?"

The young man with four eyes stepped forward, adjusted his glasses with his index finger: "Yes, a comprehensive examination is needed, and..."

Mo Ling lay back on the bed and said in despair, "Then let's investigate."

Mo Ling touched his forehead with the knuckles of his index finger, feeling that he might have lost his mind. He experienced the heart-piercing pain of forcibly stripping the soul in the soul stripping machine on his front foot, and the soul awakened on another body in another world with his back foot. , and this body doesn't look like him at all, it looks like a fucking chicken, he doesn't like it at all.

And he also heard that "he" is an entertainer, an actor!What are you playing?Are you playing a zombie?He is very good at this. He has ten years of experience in playing zombies.

In addition, he can also hit zombies, headshot them with one kick, and grab the zombie's head with his bare hands, but what's the use, it seems that there are no zombies in this world.

He turned over violently, but because the bed was too small, he almost fell under the bed. He had to wriggle like a big white silkworm and move towards the middle of the bed, and then buried his head in the pillow and began to doubt life.

Although he felt that it was particularly unfortunate to be born in the last days, but now he felt even more unfortunate.

The person who wrote this kind of script really lacks great virtue.

Just when he was scratching the bastard who used to be a soul stripping machine and caused him to time-travel in his heart, he cried and cried, suddenly a clear male voice hesitantly came from the door: "Are you... are you... Lin Chuchen?"

Mo Ling answered "No" subconsciously, and then realized, ah, he is Lin Chuchen now.

He turned over in a hurry, but was shocked by the person in front of him again.

He was so shocked that he didn't answer the other party's hand.

The other party looked at him in a daze and laughed, and introduced himself again: "Hello, I'm Yang Xiuyuan."

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