The Price of Rebirth [System]
Chapter 96.
From the initial blurred consciousness to the gradual clarity later on, the image in Zhang Chongji's mind was always blank. Looking at the snow-white ceiling, he didn't want to move, but the inexplicable voice kept echoing in his mind.
I don’t know why, but when he was in contact with the Lord God again before, the magnetic voice suddenly inserted in the middle made him very concerned, which was very strange. When he recovered, he couldn’t remember exactly what the voice said at that time, only remembering The tone of voice and the urgency of speaking, there is also something inexplicable that makes him feel very profound, not only because of the contrast with the mechanical and unpleasant voice at the beginning, but also because of some inexplicable psychological factors in his heart.
Zhang Chongji didn't know what he was thinking, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the voice sounded like a magic barrier, which made him feel a little funny while being irritated.
Is it love at first sight?
The corner of his mouth curled up mockingly, Zhang Chongji tilted his head and glanced at the normal saline solution hanging on the infusion stand, watching the solution drop drop by drop from the infusion dropper, feeling a little inexplicably tired for some reason, he was lazy He yawned loudly, but heard the door of the ward being gently pushed open.
Zhang Chongji turned his head slightly, but saw Yuan Ke walking quickly with a warm bucket in his eyes with joy in his eyes.
"Are you awake?" Yuan Ke's voice was a little hoarse. He put the thermos on the head of the bed, gently lifted him up and put the pillow upright behind him, "How do you feel? Does your head still hurt?"
Zhang Chongji smiled weakly and shook his head.
"I'm fine, how long have I been asleep?"
"About more than a day." Yuan Ke paused, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding his hand tightly close to his cheek, with a bit of worry in his low voice, "The doctor said that the wound on your head has deteriorated a bit. , Excessive bleeding, the whole body needs to rest well."
The two tacitly did not mention what happened before, Yuan Ke just silently held his hand that was not connected to the IV, and Zhang Chongji gave him a faint smile with a consoling meaning.
But this smile in Yuan Ke's eyes only made him feel so heartbroken that he couldn't speak, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on his hand.
Zhang Chongji didn't exclaim because of the pain caused by his hand. He understood Yuan Ke's mood at this time, so he just looked at the thermos bucket on the bedside table with some curious smiles.
"What did you bring me?"
"Bone soup," Yuan Ke paused, and then continued, "I heard that these are very nourishing for patients. I'll make a bowl for you. You... have a taste."
Yuan Ke's complexion was suddenly a little embarrassed for some reason, he turned around stiffly and opened the thermos bucket on the bedside, and instantly a strong aroma of soup permeated the entire ward.
Zhang Chongji watched in surprise as the other party carefully poured out a bowl of thick soup, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
"I'm not broken, why give me bone soup?"
Yuan Ke froze for a moment, and froze while holding the soup bowl, his eyes were a little bewildered.
"Don't you... drink bone soup?"
Zhang Chongji burst out laughing, took the bowl in his hand, and blinked his eyes.
"Just kidding."
Yuan Ke breathed a sigh of relief, as if his whole body was relaxed, watching him drink the soup, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.
"Yuan Cheng... came here before."
Zhang Chongji raised his eyes to look at him as he was drinking the soup, as if he didn't hear his words clearly, he blinked: "What?"
Yuan Ke looked at him with some doubts but didn't want to repeat the sentence just now. He just stroked his fingers before opening his mouth and said: "It's nothing, drink the soup, be careful of burning."
Zhang Chongji was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, lowered his head and took a few more sips, and when he looked up again, he inadvertently saw several OK sticks on his fingers, and couldn't help frowning, showing a bit of surprise on his face.
"This soup...is this soup made by you?"
Yuan Ke touched the bridge of his nose unnaturally, as if he felt a little embarrassed by Zhang Chongji's gaze, his ears turned red and his tone became inexplicably fierce.
"Ah, yeah, so you have to drink it all, you know?"
He was obviously shy but pretended to look fierce like a big devil. Zhang Chong couldn't help but feel that he was a little cute like this, so he hooked the corner of his lips and took another sip of the edge of the soup bowl.
"How about it?"
Although he didn't want to show an eager expression on his face, the urgent questioning tone fully exposed his nervousness at this time.
"En...this soup..." Zhang Chongji smacked his mouth, paused on purpose, saw the growing sense of expectation and tension in Yuan Ke's eyes with satisfaction, and then spoke again slowly, "Not bad... ..."
The corners of Yuan Ke's lips were raised, and his black eyes were bright, but he was about to say something but was interrupted by Zhang Chongji again.
"But it's a little salty."
Yuan Ke's upward arc was a little stiff, and Zhang Chongji laughed happily, but suddenly his face turned pale from the pain of an electric shock in his head.
……
"I made it myself, how does it taste?"
"I'll try... well, it's not bad...but..."
"But what?"
"It tastes a little salty."
……
Stinging pains came from his mind, and accompanied by two unfamiliar voices, Zhang Chongji's whole body convulsed inexplicably, and he accidentally knocked over the soup bowl he was holding in his hand. He bit his lip and rolled on the bed, the infusion tube was pulled and folded by his tossing and turning, even the scalp needle on the back of his left hand was torn off, and bright red blood flowed from the needle hole on the back of his hand without hindrance The ground flowed out, and soon soaked the white quilt cover, which was particularly dazzling.
"Wu Jing, what's wrong with you, Wu Jing!"
Yuan Ke stood up in a panic, ringing the call bell beside the bed, and holding down his bleeding hand. In the end, Zhang Chongji's whole body convulsed so badly that Yuan Ke had to press down on it.
……
"I'll make soup for you next time, okay?"
"Why, you still want me to be sick and hospitalized?"
"...What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Ha ha……"
……
The voices of two strange men kept intertwining in his mind. Zhang Zhongji opened his eyes wide, but he was a little dizzy when he looked at the snow-white ceiling.
"It hurts...my head hurts..."
"Wu Jing, Wu Jing!"
……
"Do you think we will get married in the future?"
"You think too much, it will take a lot of trouble to go to the Netherlands in your current status, right?"
"I don't care, I must marry you."
……
Zhang Chongji was in cold sweat from the pain, his inexplicable voice was like a piercing spell penetrating into every cell of his body, he was trembling all over, his pale face was like sweating profusely after taking drugs.
Yuan Ke hugged his body tightly to prevent him from moving, his hoarse voice was full of pain and endless worry.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the doctor is coming soon, coming soon..."
Yuan Ke kept comforting him repeatedly, watching the person in his arms trembling uncontrollably with red eyes, feeling distressed and at the same time roaring at the door.
"Where are the doctors! Are all the fucking doctors dead!"
Maybe it was because Yuan Ke's voice was too terrifying, or maybe the doctor just rushed to the ward. In short, just a few seconds after Yuan Ke finished speaking, several doctors and nurses in white coats entered the ward in a panic.
"What's wrong!"
"Oops, a generalized convulsion occurred in hospital bed No. 7!"
"What are you still doing in a daze, take safety measures and prepare for intramuscular injection!"
……
The hasty treatment began. Yuan Ke was pushed out of the ward by the doctor. Seeing the man on the bed being pinned down by the nurse, with a pale face and mumbling freely, Yuan Ke gritted his teeth and punched the wall. .
"Why... is this the case."
If there is a substitute, how much he would like to take the place of the person in the pain. He clearly only wants him to be well, but he is always helpless when he is in pain.
Suddenly, he seemed to have remembered something. When he raised his head, a gloomy expression flashed in his eyes, and his tightly clenched fists seemed to be
It will collapse and punch in a second.
"Bai-ling-ling-"
Gritting his teeth with hatred, he almost burned his whole body.
Zhang Chongji felt light all over his body, as if flying in the air. He felt the force of the needle injected into the muscle, felt the voice in his head gradually disappear, and even the inexplicable tingling pain gradually subsided, but his heart was inexplicably raised. A kind of sadness that even I can't understand.
Why... so uncomfortable...
In a haze, he tilted his head and seemed to see a doctor in a white coat walking around in his sight with a mask on. When the picture turned, he seemed to see the doctor sitting beside the hospital bed and looking at him with a smile.
His vision gradually became clearer, and he saw the appearance of the doctor, with kind eyes and kind eyes, and a hearty and gentle smile.
Until the last picture became clearer and clearer, Zhang Chongji could even clearly see the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth and the tall figure standing behind him.
"Yuan...Ke..."
Murmured subconsciously, when Zhang Chongji wanted to see his face clearly, his vision suddenly blurred again. He stretched out his hand to grab something, but felt that his whole body was being held down.
"Why is he still moving? Is the dose not enough? Add another 0.5 mg!"
"Yes!"
A sound that seemed to be approaching from a distance sounded in his ears, and Zhang Chongji felt that his whole body was a little paralyzed, his body gradually lost the strength to move, and even the consciousness of his brain became more and more blurred, until finally he even felt a little delirious, because He had a funny illusion—he vaguely felt that the kind-faced doctor before was smiling and touching his face, and even muttering something, but he still couldn't hear clearly.
In fact, when Zhang Chongji tried his best to tilt his head to look at the bedside, although his eyes were blurred, there was no one there.
"..."
He moved his lips to say something, his nose was inexplicably sour, but in the end he fell into darkness because his eyelids got heavier and heavier.
……
The breeze blew by, blowing the leaves and making a pleasant rustling sound. A tall man stood under the huge camphor tree. The warm sunlight reflected on his collar or cheeks through the gaps in the leaves, forming fragmented patterns. mottled shadows.
He didn't speak or move, his dazzling black eyes stared straight at you, as if he could see through your whole world.
The wind gently brushed the lush sky tree again, and while the leaves were trembling, it also blew the hair around his ears and the hem of his clothes. He slowly stretched out a hand, as if at this time At just the right time to evoke the curvature of his thin lips, he smiled faintly, murmured a name in a low voice and gradually passed it over with the wind.
The deep and magnetic voice, with a touch of tenderness and affection, seemed familiar.
He was saying, "Respect yourself...go home."
I don’t know why, but when he was in contact with the Lord God again before, the magnetic voice suddenly inserted in the middle made him very concerned, which was very strange. When he recovered, he couldn’t remember exactly what the voice said at that time, only remembering The tone of voice and the urgency of speaking, there is also something inexplicable that makes him feel very profound, not only because of the contrast with the mechanical and unpleasant voice at the beginning, but also because of some inexplicable psychological factors in his heart.
Zhang Chongji didn't know what he was thinking, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the voice sounded like a magic barrier, which made him feel a little funny while being irritated.
Is it love at first sight?
The corner of his mouth curled up mockingly, Zhang Chongji tilted his head and glanced at the normal saline solution hanging on the infusion stand, watching the solution drop drop by drop from the infusion dropper, feeling a little inexplicably tired for some reason, he was lazy He yawned loudly, but heard the door of the ward being gently pushed open.
Zhang Chongji turned his head slightly, but saw Yuan Ke walking quickly with a warm bucket in his eyes with joy in his eyes.
"Are you awake?" Yuan Ke's voice was a little hoarse. He put the thermos on the head of the bed, gently lifted him up and put the pillow upright behind him, "How do you feel? Does your head still hurt?"
Zhang Chongji smiled weakly and shook his head.
"I'm fine, how long have I been asleep?"
"About more than a day." Yuan Ke paused, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding his hand tightly close to his cheek, with a bit of worry in his low voice, "The doctor said that the wound on your head has deteriorated a bit. , Excessive bleeding, the whole body needs to rest well."
The two tacitly did not mention what happened before, Yuan Ke just silently held his hand that was not connected to the IV, and Zhang Chongji gave him a faint smile with a consoling meaning.
But this smile in Yuan Ke's eyes only made him feel so heartbroken that he couldn't speak, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on his hand.
Zhang Chongji didn't exclaim because of the pain caused by his hand. He understood Yuan Ke's mood at this time, so he just looked at the thermos bucket on the bedside table with some curious smiles.
"What did you bring me?"
"Bone soup," Yuan Ke paused, and then continued, "I heard that these are very nourishing for patients. I'll make a bowl for you. You... have a taste."
Yuan Ke's complexion was suddenly a little embarrassed for some reason, he turned around stiffly and opened the thermos bucket on the bedside, and instantly a strong aroma of soup permeated the entire ward.
Zhang Chongji watched in surprise as the other party carefully poured out a bowl of thick soup, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
"I'm not broken, why give me bone soup?"
Yuan Ke froze for a moment, and froze while holding the soup bowl, his eyes were a little bewildered.
"Don't you... drink bone soup?"
Zhang Chongji burst out laughing, took the bowl in his hand, and blinked his eyes.
"Just kidding."
Yuan Ke breathed a sigh of relief, as if his whole body was relaxed, watching him drink the soup, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.
"Yuan Cheng... came here before."
Zhang Chongji raised his eyes to look at him as he was drinking the soup, as if he didn't hear his words clearly, he blinked: "What?"
Yuan Ke looked at him with some doubts but didn't want to repeat the sentence just now. He just stroked his fingers before opening his mouth and said: "It's nothing, drink the soup, be careful of burning."
Zhang Chongji was stunned for a moment, didn't say anything, lowered his head and took a few more sips, and when he looked up again, he inadvertently saw several OK sticks on his fingers, and couldn't help frowning, showing a bit of surprise on his face.
"This soup...is this soup made by you?"
Yuan Ke touched the bridge of his nose unnaturally, as if he felt a little embarrassed by Zhang Chongji's gaze, his ears turned red and his tone became inexplicably fierce.
"Ah, yeah, so you have to drink it all, you know?"
He was obviously shy but pretended to look fierce like a big devil. Zhang Chong couldn't help but feel that he was a little cute like this, so he hooked the corner of his lips and took another sip of the edge of the soup bowl.
"How about it?"
Although he didn't want to show an eager expression on his face, the urgent questioning tone fully exposed his nervousness at this time.
"En...this soup..." Zhang Chongji smacked his mouth, paused on purpose, saw the growing sense of expectation and tension in Yuan Ke's eyes with satisfaction, and then spoke again slowly, "Not bad... ..."
The corners of Yuan Ke's lips were raised, and his black eyes were bright, but he was about to say something but was interrupted by Zhang Chongji again.
"But it's a little salty."
Yuan Ke's upward arc was a little stiff, and Zhang Chongji laughed happily, but suddenly his face turned pale from the pain of an electric shock in his head.
……
"I made it myself, how does it taste?"
"I'll try... well, it's not bad...but..."
"But what?"
"It tastes a little salty."
……
Stinging pains came from his mind, and accompanied by two unfamiliar voices, Zhang Chongji's whole body convulsed inexplicably, and he accidentally knocked over the soup bowl he was holding in his hand. He bit his lip and rolled on the bed, the infusion tube was pulled and folded by his tossing and turning, even the scalp needle on the back of his left hand was torn off, and bright red blood flowed from the needle hole on the back of his hand without hindrance The ground flowed out, and soon soaked the white quilt cover, which was particularly dazzling.
"Wu Jing, what's wrong with you, Wu Jing!"
Yuan Ke stood up in a panic, ringing the call bell beside the bed, and holding down his bleeding hand. In the end, Zhang Chongji's whole body convulsed so badly that Yuan Ke had to press down on it.
……
"I'll make soup for you next time, okay?"
"Why, you still want me to be sick and hospitalized?"
"...What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Ha ha……"
……
The voices of two strange men kept intertwining in his mind. Zhang Zhongji opened his eyes wide, but he was a little dizzy when he looked at the snow-white ceiling.
"It hurts...my head hurts..."
"Wu Jing, Wu Jing!"
……
"Do you think we will get married in the future?"
"You think too much, it will take a lot of trouble to go to the Netherlands in your current status, right?"
"I don't care, I must marry you."
……
Zhang Chongji was in cold sweat from the pain, his inexplicable voice was like a piercing spell penetrating into every cell of his body, he was trembling all over, his pale face was like sweating profusely after taking drugs.
Yuan Ke hugged his body tightly to prevent him from moving, his hoarse voice was full of pain and endless worry.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the doctor is coming soon, coming soon..."
Yuan Ke kept comforting him repeatedly, watching the person in his arms trembling uncontrollably with red eyes, feeling distressed and at the same time roaring at the door.
"Where are the doctors! Are all the fucking doctors dead!"
Maybe it was because Yuan Ke's voice was too terrifying, or maybe the doctor just rushed to the ward. In short, just a few seconds after Yuan Ke finished speaking, several doctors and nurses in white coats entered the ward in a panic.
"What's wrong!"
"Oops, a generalized convulsion occurred in hospital bed No. 7!"
"What are you still doing in a daze, take safety measures and prepare for intramuscular injection!"
……
The hasty treatment began. Yuan Ke was pushed out of the ward by the doctor. Seeing the man on the bed being pinned down by the nurse, with a pale face and mumbling freely, Yuan Ke gritted his teeth and punched the wall. .
"Why... is this the case."
If there is a substitute, how much he would like to take the place of the person in the pain. He clearly only wants him to be well, but he is always helpless when he is in pain.
Suddenly, he seemed to have remembered something. When he raised his head, a gloomy expression flashed in his eyes, and his tightly clenched fists seemed to be
It will collapse and punch in a second.
"Bai-ling-ling-"
Gritting his teeth with hatred, he almost burned his whole body.
Zhang Chongji felt light all over his body, as if flying in the air. He felt the force of the needle injected into the muscle, felt the voice in his head gradually disappear, and even the inexplicable tingling pain gradually subsided, but his heart was inexplicably raised. A kind of sadness that even I can't understand.
Why... so uncomfortable...
In a haze, he tilted his head and seemed to see a doctor in a white coat walking around in his sight with a mask on. When the picture turned, he seemed to see the doctor sitting beside the hospital bed and looking at him with a smile.
His vision gradually became clearer, and he saw the appearance of the doctor, with kind eyes and kind eyes, and a hearty and gentle smile.
Until the last picture became clearer and clearer, Zhang Chongji could even clearly see the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth and the tall figure standing behind him.
"Yuan...Ke..."
Murmured subconsciously, when Zhang Chongji wanted to see his face clearly, his vision suddenly blurred again. He stretched out his hand to grab something, but felt that his whole body was being held down.
"Why is he still moving? Is the dose not enough? Add another 0.5 mg!"
"Yes!"
A sound that seemed to be approaching from a distance sounded in his ears, and Zhang Chongji felt that his whole body was a little paralyzed, his body gradually lost the strength to move, and even the consciousness of his brain became more and more blurred, until finally he even felt a little delirious, because He had a funny illusion—he vaguely felt that the kind-faced doctor before was smiling and touching his face, and even muttering something, but he still couldn't hear clearly.
In fact, when Zhang Chongji tried his best to tilt his head to look at the bedside, although his eyes were blurred, there was no one there.
"..."
He moved his lips to say something, his nose was inexplicably sour, but in the end he fell into darkness because his eyelids got heavier and heavier.
……
The breeze blew by, blowing the leaves and making a pleasant rustling sound. A tall man stood under the huge camphor tree. The warm sunlight reflected on his collar or cheeks through the gaps in the leaves, forming fragmented patterns. mottled shadows.
He didn't speak or move, his dazzling black eyes stared straight at you, as if he could see through your whole world.
The wind gently brushed the lush sky tree again, and while the leaves were trembling, it also blew the hair around his ears and the hem of his clothes. He slowly stretched out a hand, as if at this time At just the right time to evoke the curvature of his thin lips, he smiled faintly, murmured a name in a low voice and gradually passed it over with the wind.
The deep and magnetic voice, with a touch of tenderness and affection, seemed familiar.
He was saying, "Respect yourself...go home."
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