Saving the second male lead: Wouldn’t it be nice to kidnap her and have her as your wife?

The relationship between Qiu Jue and Song Xing has long been known to everyone, and everyone is tacitly aware of it.

Mr. Song died at the age of 89 without any illness or disaster. The Medicine King Classics were donated to the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine according to his will.

Song's mother and father also passed away in their 80s.

Song Xing, who had become a chief physician, cried so hard that he was out of breath. Both of them were in their 50s, and Qiu Jue was really afraid that Song Xing would faint from crying.

Qiu Jue was eventually promoted to become the president of the National Institute of Materials Research, while Song Xing stayed in a senior position for his entire life.

They were re-employed even after retirement, but in nominal capacity. They would only go back if some real problems that could not be solved arose.

The two of them joined hands, and the two old men went out traveling, but for official reasons, they kept wandering around the country.

Even though he is over 70 years old, Qiu Jue still maintains the good habit of morning jogging and fitness, and looks only in his 50s.

But it is true that people shrink as they get older. During one physical examination, Qiu Jue was surprised to find that he was only 1.85 meters tall.

He held the medical examination report and started crying in front of Song Xing, but Song Xing pushed him away.

Because Song Xing worked in the emergency room, he had to work day and night and was often exhausted. As he got older, his health deteriorated.

Finally, at the age of 79, Song Xing lay on the hospital bed, gasping for breath.

The only people around him were a few good brothers since college and some of Song Xingshou’s students.

Several old men and old ladies were crowded together, making a lot of noise like children. Song Xing's student was a little confused, as he was the only junior in the whole audience.

The doctor pronounced him critically ill, and Qiu Jue signed the document, knowing that there was not much time left.

Qiu Jue sat by the bed, holding Song Xing's hand, which was already covered with wrinkles and age spots, and suddenly said, "One more kiss."

Song Xing was plugged into a ventilator, coughing and laughing, "You're such a frivolous old man."

"Will we still be together in the next life?"

"Yes, I was born first and was a boy. When you come, remember to be born as a girl."

Qiu Jue deliberately frowned: "Isn't it okay to have a sister-brother relationship?"

"Hey, you old man, you talk in a very different way."

Song Xing coughed so hard that his breath became weaker and weaker.

"Then we...will remain like this, all...boys."

Qiu Jue's eyes were red: "Yeah."

Song Xing used up his last bit of strength, barely raised his head, and kissed Qiu Jue on the cheek.

Then the EKG started beeping like crazy and everything went back to zero.

Several old men and women were in tears and called Song Xing's name.

Qiu Jue still held Song Xing's hand, not wanting to let go. He closed his eyes, but not a single tear shed.

As the medical staff took away Song Xing, who was covered with a white cloth, Qiu Jue's eyes turned red and blank.

Several people patted his shoulders to comfort him.

The funeral was held in silence, and those present were colleagues, subordinates and students from the Beijing Hospital.

Yi Yi expressed his condolences to Qiu Jue.

As soon as the funeral was over, I was called back by the research institute and immersed in experimental guidance.

Controlled nuclear fusion has been developed, and now we need conventional and portable housing materials that can withstand the fusion energy at any time.

A year later, the entire institute cheered as they successfully developed a shell that could perfectly withstand fusion.

Qiu Jue returned home and looked at the ceiling.

I closed my eyes, and suddenly tears began to flow uncontrollably.

The consciousness in my mind seems to be becoming increasingly blurred.

[The host's life span has come to an end and he will be teleported soon. 】

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Qiu Jue didn't expect that he would wake up again.

He remembered falling asleep in his and Song Xing's home.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a small jar, like a coffin, with a transparent frame in front of him for observation.

It seemed to be some kind of laboratory outside, everything was white.

Qiu Jue felt that he could still move, so he clenched his fists and was surprised to find that his strength seemed to have increased.

No, it's not enhancement, it's recovery. He seems to have returned to the physique of his youth.

"Ding, the world host No. 2456 has been successfully transferred and the cabin is opening."

Suddenly there was a mechanical voice, saying something Qiu Jue couldn't understand, but the door of the jar in front of him was opened.

He walked out.

A man in a white coat quickly greeted him: "Qiu Jue?"

Qiu Jue nodded, and the man in the white coat led Qiu Jue to the door of an office and left without saying anything else.

He was confused but curious, as the door of this office seemed to be made of a material he had never seen before.

Qiu Jue knocked on the door and someone came in from inside.

Then the door opened automatically, and there was indeed an office inside.

The interior decoration and layout look very high-tech, and most of the objects are made of unknown materials.

A stranger in a suit and tie was sitting in front of the desk, working seriously on a computer, or rather a laptop.

Seeing Qiu Jue come in, he raised his chin slightly and asked Qiu Jue to sit opposite him.

Qiu Jue sat down stiffly, and seeing that the stranger had no intention of speaking, he began to study the material of the chair.

Kind of like carbon fiber composite…?

The stranger said: "Let me introduce myself, I'm Ze."

"Ze...Mr. Ze, what is going on now?" Qiu Jue shifted his attention away from the chair.

"As you can see, you are no longer in your original world. This is the Plane Company, and the system you are bound to is a product of this place."

Suddenly, a small thing popped out from Qiu Jue's head, and instantly grew bigger in the air, turning into a small dark blue Rubik's Cube with some stars on it, circulating like a galaxy.

"Hello, host! I am the 313 system!" The little Rubik's Cube jumped twice in a very human way, and a stickman hand appeared from somewhere and waved.

"313, report." Mr. Ze said coldly.

The little Rubik's Cube obediently flew to something on the desk that looked like a wireless charger. The light spots on its body flashed wildly, and countless data were transmitted through the receiving points to Mr. Ze's optical brain.

Mr. Ze's eyes moved, and he accepted all the reports in an instant.

He nodded to Qiu Jue: "Well done." Then he dragged something out from the light brain and moved his fingers to the desk.

Qiu Jue found that the desk had turned into a display screen, and in front of him was a contract.

"Signed, became a formal employee of the Plane Company."

"Mr. Ze, this contract...what do I need to do to become an employee?"

Mr. Ze glanced at Qiu Jue and said, "Just like you did before, go save the second male lead."

Qiu Jue was shocked. The novels he read when he was young turned out to be true. Is this what quick travel is?

"You have completed your first task with a high degree of completion, with a score of S. The reward has been distributed to 313. The system mall has been opened. You can take a rest here for the next two days, and contact 313 for the next task." Mr. Ze gave a long speech, then waved his hand and let Qiu Jue go out.

Qiu Jue left the office in a daze. The little Rubik's Cube system swayed in front of him: "Host, host, follow me! I'll take you to your dormitory!"

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I have a preoperative check-up tomorrow, so I'll take a day off.

Then the next leave will be April 4, the date of surgery.