Not the Holy Father [Quick Transmigration]

Yin Wei dragged his family into the hospital. When the doctors and nurses first took over, they felt that the couple should go to the mental hospital to register. There was nothing wrong with coming to the hospital to join in the fun. Later, he thought about it. Anyway, the special care beds are not so tight, and they occupy the beds. It's not that they don't give money, just let them do it.

Shen Zhuo's memory disorder occurred irregularly, sometimes in the middle of the night he suddenly said that he was going to go on an outing, worried about what to do if it rained, Yin Wei hurriedly called for the doctor, but was hugged by him and couldn't move.When His Majesty or Hanhan called for someone to come, he had already fallen asleep in Yin Wei's arms.

Many sophisticated instruments have been checked, and many experts have been here, but they don't know where the problem lies.

There are too few reference samples for things like super memory, the mechanism of creating geniuses is still unclear, and no one can figure out the sequelae.

Compared to Yin Wei's worry, Shen Zhuo was very disdainful, he insisted that Shen Zhuo was just acting.Moreover, Yin Wei discovered that since returning from the archaeological site, His Majesty's hostility towards Shen Zhuo was quite obvious.

Hanhan doesn't have so many things in his mind, as long as he can see Yin Wei every day.He knew people well, and he was very popular. After two or three days, he chatted with the patients and family members of the whole building. He knew exactly how many antiques there were in the old man and old lady's house.

One day, Shen Zhuo ran up to Yin Wei bluffing, and showed him by pulling his collar.

"It's so strange. I said why I felt a pain in my neck when I was sleeping last night, and the tattoos suddenly grew together." Shen Zhuo smiled and said, "The word 'Wei' is so beautifully written, did I sleepwalking? Got a tattoo?"

Shen Zhuo was sitting by the bed reading a book, when he heard this, he raised his eyes and sneered.

"If you are sober-minded and can't read a few big characters, what kind of ghostly symbols can you write while sleepwalking?"

The air conditioner in the ward is on all day, and the temperature is pleasant.Yin Wei saw that His Majesty was wearing loose pajamas, most of his neck was exposed, and the exact same word "Wei" was shining brightly.

No need to look, Shen Zhuo must have it too.

Their bodies are the same, and their scars will be synchronized, which is really incredible.

"Two" will not become "Wei" for no reason.

Among the three, only His Majesty has the time and energy to complete the tattoo.

How did you remember this.

Yin Wei touched the word "Shen" in the crescent of his neck, His Majesty recognized his own handwriting, but he didn't have the memory of Linzhou, so he didn't know how the word fell on it.Asked many times, Yin Wei never answered directly.Now His Majesty doesn't care about it.

Yin Wei went to the cafeteria to make dinner for Shen Zhuo, and when he arrived at the entrance of the cafeteria, he met Shen Zhuo again.

"When... did you leave that day?" Yin Wei saw him standing next to the trash can, holding a steamed bun in his hand. It should be leftover from the morning sale, with a crust on the surface.Shen Zhuo was about to throw it away, but looking at Yin Wei, he took a bite of the steamed bun, chewed it dryly, and didn't swallow it for a long time.

Yin Wei made porridge and side dishes, and went back to the ward in no hurry, sat down in the cafeteria, waiting for Shen Zhuo to swallow the steamed bun.

As if chewing a piece of glass, Shen Zhuo struggled down the esophagus, put the remaining half of the steamed bun out of sight, and frowned: "You are interrogating the prisoner, I have to worry about how I show up and when I leave .Why, you two little lovers, really let me smother you to death? Even if you smother them to death, isn’t there one left? You want me to compensate you as an alternate.”

Yin Wei shook his head: "As for such tit-for-tat? I just asked casually. Found a new job, in the hospital? Is the salary okay?"

Shen Zhuo paused, his eyes shifted to the person cooking at the window.

Living in a hospital, most of them will be short of money, and it is difficult to increase income, so we can only work hard on reducing expenditure.Hard-to-swallow steamed buns are the fastest-selling ones. They are cheap and can fill you up. When you have no money, you don't care whether they are good or not.

"Well... money, it's not bad."

Yin Wei picked up the phone, clicked on the message from his father not long ago, and stretched it out in front of Shen Zhuo, "You moved out of my house? Where do you live now?"

Shen Zhuo didn't look at the screen at all, and said vaguely: "There is always a place to live. A villa... It's not very interesting to live in."

"Huh? So what's interesting?"

A syllable with a questioning tone made Shen Zhuo blush, Yin Wei felt puzzled, and soon heard him whisper: "When are you going back?"

Yin didn't understand.

A nest of gold and a nest of silver are worse than a nest of Yin Wei.

After all, it is still a picture of him.

"I don't know." Yin Wei shook his head, took the warm porridge and side dishes back to the ward, "At least wait until Professor Xiao Shen's condition stabilizes."

Shen Zhuo followed, "The blind man is already like this, what is there to be stable and unstable? Do you plan to raise him for the rest of your life?"

Few people know about the sequelae of Shen Zhuo's super memory. From Shen Zhuo's point of view, blindness is already the bottom of life.

"He doesn't need me to support him." Yin Wei took a light diet carefully, "He is not used to relying on others, and his savings and allowances are enough to pay for medical expenses, and people from the academic circle often come to visit, I just chat with him to relieve boredom. "

Shen Zhuo rubbed his hands for a moment, "You don't depend on others... But don't you still keep an eye on him every day? He also enjoys it."

Yin Wei paused, too.These days, he has been in the hospital almost all the time, and he was there when Shen Zhuo's symptoms flared up.

Shen Zhuo never made a request, but among the three, Yin Wei paid the most attention to him.

People can't see it, so they deserve some preferential treatment.If he was healthy and healthy, Yin Weicai would not rush to serve him.

Shen Zhuo clasped his arms and tutted, "I understand now, the Holy Father is ill. I'm not feeling well, can you take care of me? I'm poor, why don't you pity me at all?"

Yin Wei came back to his senses, looked him up and down, his face was healthy and full of energy.The expression is relaxed, without the slightest look of being forced by livelihood.

"What kind of job do you do here?" Yin Wei looked back, "You may not have a few words of truth in what you said before. I don't think you can drive an excavator, let alone give an injection... Hospital There are no bricks to move."

Shen Zhuo was silent for a moment, "The mortuary pays a lot for moving corpses."

Yin Weizhu took a step back while clutching the food, "Oh."

Oh it's over.

Shen Zhuo couldn't hold back any longer, and grabbed Yin Wei's arm, "Where is your holy father's heart! I've become like this, don't worry about me!"

Porridge and vegetables were spilled all over the floor.

Yin Wei looked at it for a while, then sighed and went to the logistics staff to borrow a mop to clean up the floor.

Tossing and turning will still involve money.Yin Wei managed to have a little more affection for him, but he fell back in an instant.

"Eating with your own strength is very honorable." Yin Wei returned the cleaning tools and ordered a new meal, "I can't help you. The big deal... I'll give you this horse. There is no ghost in my heart, and I will carry the corpse." It doesn't feel heavy. And...after work, remember to wash your hands."

Shen Zhuo: "..."

Yin Wei returned to Shen Zhuo's ward with the food, and heard Shen Zhuo bragging and chatting with His Majesty, he unilaterally talked about the output, but His Majesty ignored him at all.

"The blind man's illness is neither painful nor itchy. There is no wound or bleeding. Isn't living here just giving money to the hospital? There is no use for a piece of gauze... I heard from an old man downstairs that the hospital charges are expensive, and the bed sheets The quilt covers are better than those used by other hospitals. It is said that the raw material silk is of high quality. Which leading company supplies it specially, and each quarter has to negotiate a large order. From silkworm breeding to silk spinning are all high standards... No matter how good the quilt is, isn’t it still a quilt? Can you become an emperor while sleeping? How expensive can it be? It’s not like killing people.”

Hanhan thought of Shen Zhuo's hospitalization expenses that he had peeked at, shook his head again and again, and said to Yin Wei very slyly: "It's better to choose me. Save money and don't burden others."

After hearing these words, Shen Zhuo didn't refute, but just sat quietly on the bed.

The fingers overlapping the abdomen were twisted together, and the knuckles were white from the force.

Yin Wei didn't know, he didn't say anything, he still cared about other people's opinions.

Even though he was hospitalized, Shen Zhuo's work did not stop completely.

Professor Tang came over to communicate with him about the progress of the archaeology almost every day, when Shen Zhuo was normal.

One day, Professor Tang came with his son-in-law, and behind Teacher Fang was a tall man with glasses.

Hanhan clenched his fists and was about to rush forward.

His Majesty crushed a paper cup, and the warm water spilled all over the floor.

With a modest attitude, the man introduced himself to Shen Zhuo: "Hello, Professor Shen, I am Professor Fang's doctoral student, Pei Jue."

Pei Jue moved his eyes to Yin Wei who was beside Shen Zhuo, and stretched out his hand, smiling softly: "Hello."