After being dressed as cannon fodder, I just want a divorce

'Ding--'

The line track on the electrocardiogram rises and falls slowly when it tends to be flat, pulling out a messy but hopeful life trajectory. The mouth and nose of the young man under the oxygen mask gradually move, and the air is inhaled and exhaled, staining the transparent mask. A hazy layer of water vapor.

The short-haired young man who was dozing off in the nursing chair was disturbed by the movement of the electrocardiograph. He straightened up and saw the zigzagging linear fluctuations, his pupils dilated instantly.

"Fuck!"

After a week, the people on the hospital bed finally started to move. The little inch who had been nursing here for a week ran out in a hurry, shouting while running: "Doctor! Damn doctor, he woke up! Damn it! "

Everything in front of them gradually became clear, and the chaotic brain gradually became conscious. The eyes of the people on the hospital bed were not focused, and they stared blankly at the blank space in front of them. It took a long time to realize that there was a whitewashed ceiling in front of them.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me?"

White medical rubber gloves dangle above.

The little cutie who dragged the doctor in also imitated the doctor's wake-up movement, yelling loudly into the patient's ear.

"Bro! Can you hear me bro! Hey! Can you hear me!"

The sound hit the cochlea directly along the ear canal, and the facial features of the people on the hospital bed twisted together, obviously resisting external stimuli.

"Be quiet." The doctor pushed the small-headed head away from the patient's ear, reached out to roll over the patient's eyelids, and shone on the patient's eyeballs with the medical flashlight beside him.

The stimulation of the strong light intensified the young man's reaction to the outside world, and his eyes gradually regained focus. Seeing this, the doctor let go of his eyelids, and the other party blinked.

"Fuck! He's awake! He's really awake this time!" Little Cun Tou was overjoyed.

"I have to observe for a while to make sure the patient's consciousness is clear..."

"Doctor Bai! Come quickly, Doctor Bai! The pair of twins in the next room are awake!"

"Here we go." Doctor Bai was about to move on to the next battlefield, and before leaving, he told Xiao Bunny in front of the bed, "Don't do any stimulating activities on the patient, let the patient have a clear consciousness."

The young man on the hospital bed seemed to have heard this sentence, and the fingers of the hand that was not holding the bottle were slightly bent, but unfortunately the two people in the room did not see it.

"Wake up by yourself..." Xiao Buntou sat on the nursing chair again, looked at the electrocardiograph next to him, rolled the patient's eyelids, and said absent-mindedly: "Then do I have to wait a week?"

"It's okay to wait, anyway, this job is easy to get."

"It's just that they don't give much food and lodging."

Who... who is it?

Zhou Zhou listened to the constant nagging of the person beside him, and his consciousness followed the words of the other person and became clear. His lungs and abdominal cavity did not feel very good, there was an indescribable hollowness and nausea, and his body was also weak.

What's going on, he's in the hospital?Isn't he dead?He is alive again?Where's Brother Zhao?What about Fu Xiaofan?

"Brother Fuck, slow down." Xiaocuntou was still thinking elsewhere, and from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the person on the hospital bed trying to sit up, and was so frightened that he was about to lose his mind. Press back on the bed.

"Brother, you should lie down first, don't toss when you just wake up."

Zhou Zhou wanted to get up and look at his surroundings, and finally sat up a little with all his strength, but was pushed back by the other party.

Staring at the small bun in front of the bed with a speechless face, he said: "..."

Why can't he make a sound?The sequelae of this disease will not become dumb, right?No, isn't this disease curable?

Zhou Zhou was eager to ask Fu Xiaofan for clarification, but when he opened his mouth, he said "Ah" silently, like a baby bird waiting to be fed by its mother bird.

"Oh!" Xiao Cun Tou clasped his hands together, quickly picked up the boiled water that had been drying for 24 hours by the bed, and handed it over, "Brother, do you want to drink water?"

In this way, the other party couldn't drink, Xiaocuntou put his arm behind the other party's neck, let the other party lean on his arms, so that he could slowly feed the water.

Although Zhou Zhou didn't intend to drink water, but with half a glass of water, he could still make a sound when his throat was moistened.

"Cough." After not speaking for a long time, his throat and eyes became dry, Zhou Zhou coughed a few times, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? Where is my son?"

"what?"

Xiaocuntou obviously didn't react, he was stunned for a long time and said in surprise: "Son, what son? Brother, you still have a son? The person who hired me didn't tell me."

"The person who hired you?" Zhou Zhou frowned, looking at the surrounding environment while thinking, it was very strange, not the private hospital he frequented, nor the suburban hospital he chose to deal with his funeral.

"Where is this?" Bold conjectures flooded his mind, Zhou Zhou calmed down, he still needed to confirm it.

"X City People's Hospital." Xiaocuntou pondered for a while, and then said: "By the way, let me tell you the years, months and days? Brother, have you been in a coma for too long, or have you time-traveled?"

"That's fine." Zhou Zhou lived alone in City X before returning to the book world, and he thought to himself, could he have transmigrated back to this world?But isn't he dead?

Seeing the thoughtful face of the other party, Xiao Cun Tou twitched his lips and relocated the other party on the hospital bed, then sat back in the nursing chair and took out his mobile phone to watch the video.

He remembered that he followed the ending of the book, did not escape the day of sudden death, and finally died in the hospital. The system said that he would archive this memory and re-inject it into his and Fu Hengzhi's data after a new round of plots , what is the situation now?

The sound of the small video next to the ear was so loud that Zhou Zhou, a patient who had just woken up, couldn't concentrate on thinking.

Xiao Cuntou looks like a child who has just stepped into society. Visually, he has just grown up. Zhou Zhou can't remember such a number one person in his memory, so he inevitably has doubts.

"Are you my nurse?"

"That's right." Xiao Cun Tou hummed along to the Divine Comedy played on the phone.

"Who hired you?"

"Let me think about it...Wang Li?"

"Who?" Zhou Zhou remembered that Wang Li was the editor of Shengyuan Network Technology Company. Didn't he wear it back? Could it be such a coincidence?

"Wang Li, just..."

A melodious ringtone of an incoming call rang, interrupting Xiaocuntou's conversation. When Xiaocuntou saw the caller above, he handed the phone to Zhou Zhou.

"Nong, Wang Li."

Zhou Zhou couldn't lift his hands up for the time being, Xiaocuntou thoughtfully tapped the speakerphone and put the phone to his ear.

"too close."

"Oh." Xiaocuntou took the phone a little further away, and a female voice with a familiar timbre came out of it.

"Xiao Chen, how are you?"

Xiao Chen's name is Xiaocuntou.

Xiao Chen angled, and said directly: "I'm awake."

"...Hello." Zhou Zhou said tentatively, "Wang Bian?"

There was a sudden silence on the phone.

Zhou Zhou thought to himself how could such a coincidence happen, maybe this Wang Li just happened to be famous.

Just thinking about it, there was a surprised sound from the phone.

"My God, are you really awake? What is this, a medical miracle?"

"what?"

Wang Li's attitude is very good, knowing that he wakes up, he finds time to visit him in the hospital in the afternoon.

The Wang Li in this world is still an editor, and the subsidiary company is Shengyuan Network Technology Co., Ltd., so coincidentally it reminded Zhou Zhou of a famous saying in the creative world.

——Inspiration comes from life.

Staring at the haggard Zhou Zhou on the bed, who was being fed porridge mouthful by mouthful, Wang Li shook his head beside him. The company had just signed the film and television contract for "Boundless", and they started casting. Boiling water at home got myself gas poisoned.

The young man lives alone, if the neighbor's aunt smelled a strange smell in the corridor, maybe he would report directly to Yan Wangye now, and he would still have a narrow escape from death and go to hell to play?

"Fortunately, at the beginning of the year, the company increased employee benefits. After signing the contract, it is considered to be half of the company's employees. In addition to the humanitarian care for employees, there is an additional insurance in terms of benefits."

Wang Li's words stopped, but Zhou Zhou understood that the hospitalization fee was reimbursed by the insurance company. Although the nurse Xiao Chen seemed unreliable, the company hired him extra.

This money will probably be deducted from income in time.

"I'm sorry, it was my own mistake, which caused trouble for the company." Zhou Zhou was ashamed.

"It's okay. Although the film and television company requires the author of the original work to join their screenwriting team, after all, your situation is special." Wang Li jokingly said: "Let's just say that even if you can't wake up, it won't hinder the filming of this movie."

Zhou Zhou knew she was joking, so he also laughed helplessly.

"Speaking of which, it's really time for you to wake up." Wang Li swiped open his phone and looked at the schedule, and every date on it was set as a memo.

"Next week just happens to be the launch ceremony of "Boundless". If you feel better by then..."

"I will go, don't worry, Wang Bian." Zhou Zhou assured him, and Wang Li nodded in satisfaction.

He waved his hand and said, "Okay, you can eat first, I still have something to do, so let's go first."

"Go slowly." Zhou Zhou watched the other party leave the ward with a smile. After the door closed, he let out a long sigh, turned his head to avoid the spoon that was still handed over, and shook his head: "I don't want to eat, I have no appetite."

"I don't have an appetite." Seeing that the other party didn't want to eat, Xiao Chen didn't force it. He put the bowl on the bedside table, helped the other party to lie down, and started chatting with him.

"Brother, are you a writer? You can't tell." Xiao Chen took out his mobile phone and asked, "Can I find your book online? I want to read it."

"The title of the book is "Wu Ya", you can search it." Zhou Zhou stared listlessly at the ceiling, and said casually: "Remember to support the genuine version."

"Okay." Xiao Chen put the book into the bookshelf, put the phone in his pocket, approached Zhou Zhou with a smile, and asked curiously, "Brother, do you earn a lot of money as writers?"

"It depends." Zhou Zhou replied truthfully: "One sample per month."

"Brother, all your books have been filmed on TV, so you must earn more than others, right?"

"It's more than enough to make ends meet, and the salary level is probably in the upper middle class of City X."

"Ah, you're only in the upper middle class." Xiao Chen pouted, disappointed, "Look at other writers who make millions a month."

"That's very rare in the circle, too few."

"Brother, you..."

"Xiao Chen." Zhou Zhou interrupted what he wanted to continue, and was reborn again. So many things happened, his mind is messed up now, and he urgently needs to sort it out.

"Can you let me take a break, I just woke up and my head is not feeling well."

"Oh, yes, I'll go and sit on the public seats outside." Xiao Chen nodded, looking easy to talk to.

"It's all right." Zhou Zhou stopped looking at him after answering, and turned over to face the other side.

At the first moment after his rebirth, he was only pleasantly surprised, but he slowly realized that he was reborn, what about Fu Hengzhi in the book, how is he doing?

Zhou Zhou remembered that he had been hiding from the other party to prepare for the funeral one month before his death. Later, the provincial TV station kept reporting the news that President Fu was looking for his wife. Completely demented and forgot about it.

He was resurrected, resurrected in a world without Fu Hengzhi... No!What if, like Wang Li, there is Fu Hengzhi here?

Zhou Zhouzhi froze for a moment and became discouraged again.

Maybe it's not the Fu Hengzhi who loves him...

"Fu Hengzhi..." Zhou Zhou murmured as he wrapped himself in the quilt, the corners of his eyes gradually became moist, and the big teardrops slid down and wet the pillow towel.

[The author has something to say: Fu Hengzhi who is looking for a husband: I feel that my wife is thinking about me.

System: This is already the 18th time you said this today.

Zhou Zhou: [Gradually Vulnerable].jpg

Reunion in the next chapter, do you have any other specific content that you want to see, the main text is almost over~]