Mingjun is not descended from the world

Dr. Gu closed the case and stood there silently.

Today's weather is fine, the sun is shining, the air is humid, and a few magpies are chirping and standing on the ginkgo tree outside the window.

The hydrangeas on the window sill are blooming lively, and clusters of bright red flowers tremble gently with the wind.

But the picture is still white and dazzling, with white walls, white beds, white medical equipment, and the white sweater worn by the person sitting in the wheelchair.

The smell mixed with disinfectant and medicine is not pungent, but it is definitely not pleasant.Dr. Gu adjusted his glasses, and finally there was a slight change in this silent scene.

"Mr. Zhang..." Dr. Gu opened his mouth, and then closed it tactfully.

When Dr. Gu first met this pair of patients, he was just a freshly graduated resident doctor. It was a famous high-speed serial rear-end car accident. Seven or eight luxury cars with prices in the seven figures were smashed into pieces. Six people died and six were injured, and it made headlines that night.

Dr. Gu remembered that it was a farce, the dead and wounded were the second generation, rich or noble, the family members wanted to bring the hospital over, but they couldn't snatch the immature lives from the hands of death .

Now 25 years have passed, and Dr. Gu has not only become Director Gu, but also the personal doctor of Mr. Zhang Hao who is sitting in a wheelchair.

To be precise, it should be the personal doctor who is lying on the bed.

The person on the bed is covered with fine tubes, relying on various liquids to maintain the basic transportation of his life, and the most advanced instruments are constantly monitoring his every sign.But 25 years have passed, but he has no intention of waking up.

Mr. Zhang is still sitting in a wheelchair beside the bed. From Dr. Gu's perspective, his originally tall and broad shoulders are bent, his temples and the top of his head are covered with silver hair, and he looks older than his peers Some.

He is no longer the domineering boy he was back then.

Dr. Gu clearly remembers that when he learned that his lover was diagnosed with a "persistent vegetative state", the fiery fireworks shot out from his eyes, as if it could burn the attending doctor in front of him to powder, and the sentence "he may The verdict that he will never wake up” seems to be more serious than the sentence of “may never stand up” that diagnosed him.

In fact, it is still possible for Mr. Zhang to stand up. As long as he cooperates carefully with the reconstruction and learns to use assistive walking devices, he will have a chance to get out of the wheelchair.

But he didn't, he threw the crutch handed by his assistant far away, and lost his temper fiercely. He sat dejectedly in that low wheelchair for 20 years.

The support in my heart is broken, and no matter how strong the external support is, it is not enough to support a skin that has lost hope.

The man lying on the bed had a serene face, and he seemed to be in his early thirties.The years did not bring him too many traces, but the part under the quilt was very thin. No matter how meticulous the care was, it could not stop the atrophy of his muscle fibers caused by time.

The familiar ticking sound no longer exists, the body of the person on the bed stopped functioning completely at 8:15 this morning, and fell silent like the static medical instruments in the ward.

Mr. Zhang has been sitting like this for half an hour, Dr. Gu can't see his expression clearly, but he is used to seeing life and death, and he is also used to parting.Compared with the anger and disbelief brought about by those gods of death who seize love, this kind of parting that is too late always seems incomparably peaceful.

No matter how impenetrable love is, it will be disintegrated little by little in the face of day after day care at the bedside and endless waiting. Time is the most cunning thing in the world. It can turn love into a burden, into resentment, and even into hatred.

Dr. Gu couldn't tell what kind of mood the family members should be at this time. Perhaps in some people's hearts, this concern is like a kite string tightly held in their hands. The other end of the string is the precarious life of their relatives. .A thin rope was kidnapped with too much force. When the thread was torn, watching the kite go away, there was a kind of relief mixed with sin in my heart.

"Please..."

It was as if the power had been cut off, and before the words were finished, the screen went black.

Gu Xiaoxi sat up from the game cabin, feeling an indescribable gloom in his heart.

Han Tian was still asleep in the game cabin, breathing evenly, and his chest rose and fell rhythmically.

Gu Xiaoxi looked at Han Tian and sighed. Others came to play with Su Shuang's scripts. He wished he could go to heaven and earth and give cheats to everyone. Fortunately, it was such a depressing story, and he was guarding and serving someone who couldn't The talking vegetative has been serving him for 20 years.

Gu Xiaoxi took off Han Tian's brain computer and waited for him to wake up, but the depression in his heart could not be relieved, so he just picked up a rag and carefully wiped his game cabin.

Gu Xiaoxi's game hall has two brain-computer game cabins, which have been used for many years. Except for the old color, there is no inconvenience in use.Brain computer games are still in a gray area in today's law. It is not illegal, and it is not within the scope of legal protection. However, this game is dangerous, and nothing happens. Once something goes wrong, it will be difficult for Gu Xiaoxi to escape the law. sanctions.

So whenever the player enters the game, Gu Xiaoxi must also enter the scene with him. The system randomly arranges a character for him to accompany the player all the time. Qi Yuan gave this character a fantastic name called "Dream Seller", Gu Xiaoxi pouted, what "dream seller" is just the system administrator.

Monitor the player's every move. If the player violates the rules of the game, especially when the serious OOC affects the development of the world, Gu Xiaoxi will come forward to forcibly terminate the game and bring the player back to the real world.

The system did not call the police, and Gu Xiaoxi did not intervene, which means that the character Zhang Hao died in the game.

Here comes the hard training in the running game, and the minds of the rich are really novel and unique.

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other came from behind, Gu Xiaoxi turned around,

"You're awake!"

"Hmm." Han Tian's mood was rare.

"Is there any discomfort in the body?"

Han Tian lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then raised his head and said blankly, "My heart hurts!"

Gu Xiaoxi saw that all the indicators on the monitor were still normal, and knowing that he hadn't gotten out of his emotions, he comforted him, "Maybe it's the sequelae of the game, your character had a heart attack during his lifetime, and this may be the reason why he died in the end. So you will feel uncomfortable now..."

"Yeah." Han Tian still didn't seem to have recovered from the game, and was still a little dazed.

Gu Xiaoxi asked a little puzzled, "Why did you choose such a script? I saw that when you chose the character design, you thought it was a character who was crazy, cool, domineering and bombarding the sky."

"Zhang Hao, Zhang Ritian, they are very cool and domineering."

"I didn't see Kuba, I only saw Kupu."

"Well. I have a relative, and it's the same, but I didn't have time..." Han Tian said, his voice faded.

"I'm sorry, I, I really don't know..." Gu Xiaoxi regretted her gaffe in her heart, the more anxious she was, the more speechless she became.

Han Tian saw that his anxious forehead was sweating, so he smiled softly, "Don't mind, it's all over."

He sat up from the game cabin, and seeing that Gu Xiaoxi was still drooping, he cheered up and said, "Okay, I haven't done much yet, why are you more involved in drama than I am?"

"Let me get you a glass of water!" Gu Xiaoxi didn't respond to his words, and turned around to go to the lounge on his own.

When Han Tian saw that he had recruited him like this, he was a little bit funny, and the other nine points were an emotion that he couldn't put into words.

Gu Xiaoxi put the water glass in front of Han Tian, ​​and sat down on the sofa.

Han Tian picked up the panda-shaped mug and looked at it for a long while and said with a smile, "Super members are treated differently, even the cups for drinking water are so unique."

Only then did Gu Xiaoxi focus on the cup, and he couldn't help but come to his senses and said, "Ah, I'm sorry, I've run out of paper cups, if you don't mind, I'll go out and buy you one!"

"No, no," Han Tian said while holding the cup in his hand, "I think this is good." After speaking, he took a sip of water from the cup and looked around the room.

Gu Xiaoxi’s game hall looks like it’s been around for a while. The decoration reveals the retro trend of the 90s. I don’t know if it’s really too old or intentional. There are a few old arcade machines in the exhibition hall as soon as you enter the door, and there are even red and white ones. machine.The posters of Nintendo are all posted on the walls, and they all look a little faded.The most advanced equipment is the game cabins of the two "Dream Building Paradise", which are well hidden in the innermost game room.

The place where they are now is a lounge between the outside game hall and the inside game room. There are simply tables, sofas and beds, and there are messy piles of unfolded quilts and comic books on the bed. It seems that it is Gu Xiaoxi's life. place.

Gu Xiaoxi saw Han Tian's gaze lingering on his bed, and his face burned unconsciously.In front of such a glamorous person, his image of a slovenly, closed-off, lazy, and unprogressive otaku was highlighted more and more. The traces of embarrassment block the slightest bit.

Unexpectedly, with a "ding", Han Tian put the mug in his hand on the glass coffee table, stood up and walked towards him.

Gu Xiaoxi was shocked, this is a bed, what is he doing here?His body was frozen into a rock, and he could barely move. He was thinking quickly, if Han Tian wanted to do something to him, would he be able to escape quickly given the difference in their stature?He swallowed, his Adam's apple moved up and down the middle of his neck, but he simply gave up resisting, closing or opening his eyes, the pain would pass, and it would pass.According to Han Tian's appearance, he can't be considered a disadvantage...

Han Tian was getting closer and closer to Gu Xiaoxi, he strode over, knelt on the bed with one knee,

"Ah, why is there a whisk hanging on the wall of your house?"