My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

At 03:30 p.m., the recording of the first half of the hit variety show "Hello Holiday" on S City TV station ended, and it entered the intermission.

Hu Biao, the manager of the IUD men's team, smiled and nodded to the passing staff, and quickly stepped into the guest lounge.

In the lounge, the make-up artist and assistants were fixing up the make-up and styling of the team members. Seeing that there was no outsider in the room, Hu Biao immediately pulled his face down. He looked at Xie Yang, who was the only one in the corner who was not surrounded by assistants and make-up artists, and lowered his voice angrily. Said: "What were you doing just now, non-violent non-cooperation? You didn't answer a word when the host gave you a message, and asked you to cooperate with the game, and you sleepwalked the whole time, and even put on a dead expressionless face. What do you think?" What are you doing, rebellion!"

Captain Mo Bin hurriedly got up to persuade him: "Brother Biao, don't be angry, Yang Yang is still young, you just gave him the chance yesterday, it's normal for him to be a little bit tempered today."

It's okay if Mo Bin doesn't persuade, but Hu Biao gets angrier when he persuades him.

"Is that an opportunity? As far as his acting skills are concerned, asking him to audition is recruiting gangsters, I—"

There was a knock on the door of the lounge, and the staff came to invite guests to the stage to record the second half of the show.

Hu Biao stopped talking, adjusted his expression, opened the door and said a few words to the staff, then closed the door again, suppressing his temper and said: "Xie Yang stays, the others continue to record the program, and I will ask Awen to pick up Xie Yang later The hospital, everyone remembers that Xie Yang’s black face is due to sudden emergency, and he insisted on working despite his illness, understand?”

Everyone didn't dare to touch Hu Biao's bad luck, and they all responded to express their understanding, but Xie Yang remained silent.

Hu Biao was so angry that his chest hurt. He wanted to scold Xie Yang, but he was concerned about the wrong occasion. He simply kept out of sight and out of mind, leaving two assistants to let them keep an eye on Xie Yang, and took the others out of the lounge.

Within 2 minutes, Awen caught up and took Xie Yang to the hospital.After getting in the car, Awen saw that Yang kept turning his head and looking out the window, thinking that he was wronged, and persuaded him: "Yangyang, don't think too much, they are all children from the same regiment, with fleshy palms and backs, this time Brother Biao took I gave Ke Lan your chance, and I will definitely find you in other places."

Xie Yang didn't speak, but leaned against the car window again.

"Actually, Brother Biao did this for your own good. Your acting skills are not considered outstanding, and you have to learn more. Ke Lan is from a major, so this time..."

Awen babbled on and on, but Xie Yang didn't hear a word.He stared straight at the scene of heavy traffic outside the window, and after a while, he closed his eyes like waking up from a big dream.

This is... hallucination?He should be dead...

The driver suddenly slowed down.

Awen stopped talking and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There seems to be a car accident ahead."

"Can you go around?"

"Let me try."

The driver started to change lanes, and when passing by the accident site, Awen looked over there.

A black car with a license plate number of 8 was parked obliquely on the side of the road, with a half-dented front. Opposite it was a white car with a license plate ending in 566, and the front was also damaged.

"Huh? 566?" Awen signaled the driver to drive slowly, looked over there carefully, surprised, "Isn't this Mu Zhouyi's car?"

Xie Yang's ear caught Mu Zhouyi's not-so-popular but slightly familiar name, and he came back to his senses, his heart skipped a beat, and he straightened up and looked towards the scene of the car accident.

The crowd had almost surrounded the scene of the car accident. In the distant view, a slender figure in a fishtail dress with an open back ran down from the white car and ran towards the black car.

Mu Zhouyi, the white fishtail skirt, the car accident... Isn't this the opening plot of the little white article in the entertainment industry that he picked up in the private house where he temporarily hid a few days ago?The heroine Mu Zhouyi collided with the car of the heroine Feng Qinglin on the way to an important dinner party. The high-end white fishtail dress, which led to a lot of troubles behind...

"It seems to be really Mu Zhouyi." Awen looked away, took out her mobile phone and called Hu Biao.

The car turned a corner, and the scene of the accident was completely invisible.

Xie Yang withdrew his gaze, frowned while listening to Awen and Hu Biao's phone call.

What exactly is going on?

He looked at his too young and delicate hands - if everything he saw was just an illusion that he had before he died, it would be too real.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at a private hospital.

Awen took Xie Yang out of the car, and skillfully asked a doctor to arrange a few routine checkups for Xie Yang, then took pictures of Xie Yang doing the checkups, and sent the photos to Hu Biao.

"Later on, the company will ask someone to issue a few drafts of your emergency admission. You will stay in the hospital for the next two days. Don't run around. I'll let Lili come over to take care of you."

Xie Yang touched the needle hole left by blood drawing on his arm, his eyes fell on the TV in the ward, and he didn't speak.

Awen looked back at the door of the ward, and said in a low voice: "Yangyang, don't be too stubborn, after all, you are a latecomer to the group. To put it bluntly, you just sit back and enjoy the benefits of joining the group to share the popularity of the seniors. From your current position, Suffering is a blessing, you know?"

In Xie Yang's principle of doing things, it is the biggest lie that a loss is a blessing.He looked at Awen, pressed his finger on the needle hole on his arm, and nodded.

Awen thought he had listened, nodded in relief, and then instructed: "Also, just pretend you didn't see Mu Zhouyi's car accident. She's a bit evil, and it's best to keep out of things related to her, understand?" ?”

Evil?

Xie Yang paused with his fingertips and nodded again.

Awen was satisfied and went outside to call Lily.

Finally able to be alone, Xie Yang relaxed his tense body, found the TV remote control, and turned up the volume.

"... Qiu Xing, chairman of Rongding Group, was discharged from the hospital in a low-key manner this morning. This is the third time he fell ill at work this year, and his condition may have deteriorated again. It is reported that Qiu Xing is considering handing over the management of Rongding. Go behind the scenes to recuperate with peace of mind..."

Qiu Xing, another name I have seen in novels.

With a guess in his mind, he turned off the TV, searched on his body, and found an old Guo brand mobile phone.

In the last days, the magnetic field is chaotic and the communication has failed. Xie Yang has not touched a mobile phone for many years, and he has forgotten many operating methods.He unlocked the phone with his fingerprint in a slightly rusty way, and found the Weibo software to open it.

An account named "Xiaohao 1111" was automatically logged in, with 0 fans, 1 follower, and 0 posts.That 1 was too eye-catching, Xie Yang frowned, clicked on it, the page switched, and the words "Mu Zhouyi" appeared on the interface.

"..."

That's good, so he won't have to search.

He entered Mu Zhouyi's Weibo, browsed Mu Zhouyi's past Weibo at a glance, and after seeing the names of several characters in the novel appeared, he locked his phone and threw it aside.

Before the end of the world, Xie Yang had read a few popular online novels, and he knew the subject matter of transmigrating books.Judging from the current situation, he probably wore it.Regardless of science or not, it is undoubtedly a good thing to be able to pass from the terrible apocalypse to the safe world of books after death.

But it wouldn't be pretty if it was a doomed cannon fodder character in a book.

Survival in the last days is difficult. The reason why Xie Yang took the time to read a novel he picked up at random when he was in a bad situation in all aspects was because there was a cannon fodder whose name was exactly the same as his.

Cannon Fodder is very young, just turned 20 years old when he appeared on the stage. His identity is sold by his father as a tool for the terminally ill villain Qiu Xing Chongxi. The main function is to use his own cowardice and fear and avoidance of the villain to set off the tenacity and strength of the heroine. Caring and caring for the villain, sowing the relationship between the villain and the heroine, promoting the relationship between the villain and the heroine, adding bricks and tiles to the cause of the villain and the hero robbing the heroine, adding fuel to the fire, and becoming a breakthrough for the hero to steal the villain’s company .

Such a cannon fodder will not end well.

At the end of the novel, the villain died of illness, and everything in the villain’s hands was taken away by the male protagonist. As the hero who helped the male protagonist successfully seize power, the cannon fodder did not get the relief he expected, but was hired to kill him. He was only 23 years old when he died.The worst thing is that the author didn't explain who was behind the scenes who hired the murderer to kill the cannon fodder until the end.

Xie Yang picked up the phone that had been thrown aside, turned on the camera, looked at the face on the screen that was [-]-[-]% similar to his original appearance and was obviously green, and spoke for the first time after wearing it.

"Are you the cannon fodder 'Xie Yang'? Or just another one with the same name?"

Awen just opened the door and came in, and asked, "Yangyang, what did you say?"

Xie Yang locked the phone and shook his head.

"If that's all right, I'll leave first. The TV show is almost finished recording. I have to pick them up. Lily will be here in a while and will bring you dinner. Don't run around."

Xie Yang nodded.

Awen took the driver and left, Xie Yang went to the window to watch their car leave the hospital, turned around and picked up the backpack that belonged to the original owner on the bed, and went straight out of the ward.

It was the evening rush hour, and the streets and alleys were crowded with people who were leaving get off work and school.Xie Yang put on the hood of his coat and walked slowly along the street with his hands in his pockets.When passing by a kindergarten, an old woman who was picking up her child accidentally bumped into her. Xie Yang instinctively tensed up and moved away sideways.

After changing the body, the power core naturally disappeared.His palm was empty, he paused, and slowly clenched his hand into a fist.

"Big brother, why don't you go? Are you hungry and have no strength?"

The clothes were ripped, Xie Yang's body froze, and he lowered his head sideways, facing the gaze of the last little girl looking up.The little girl was four years old at most, wearing a red skirt, chubby and very cute.

Seeing that Yang didn't speak, the little girl let go of her hand, lowered her head, took out a small biscuit wrapped in a cartoon package from her pocket, and passed it on her feet: "This is for you to eat, brother, go home quickly, Niuniu is going home too."

Xie Yang was a little dazed.

"elder brother?"

Xie Yang came back to his senses, moved his stiff body, loosened the tightly clenched palm in his pocket, slowly pulled it out, bent down and put his hand under the girl's palm.

The fat hand loosened, and the biscuit fell into Xie Yang's palm.The little girl smiled and waved to him: "Goodbye, brother." After speaking, she ran back to a man who was shopping at a roadside stall, and held the man's hanging hand.

The palms were itchy from being pricked by the biscuit bag, Xie Yang clenched his hands tightly, his numb sense of smell seemed to be instantly activated, and he smelled the thousands of smells from this world, as if they were saying: Welcome to the peaceful and prosperous world.

My stomach growled.

He put his hands back into his pockets, straightened up and took a deep breath of the city atmosphere wafting in the air.

So hungry.

The mobile phone in his backpack kept ringing, but he ignored it. He walked into the crowd again, followed the latest scent, and got into a noodle shop.