Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

There are a total of twelve beds in this ward.

The distance between the two hospital beds can only barely allow an adult to pass through, because there are not enough infusion racks, and Qiao Jing even saw some hanging bottles on the hangers. It is still one of the largest hospitals in the country.

The air was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant, Rouge followed him lightly, and from the moment he entered the door, he couldn't help slowing down his breathing.

For some reason, she felt much more depressed here than outside.

Looking at these seriously injured patients with bandages all over their bodies, it was as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling her neck, and her chest felt tight and uncomfortable.

Because the nurse had just left, when they heard the sound of the door opening, several patients who were still awake opened their eyes and looked at them.

These wounded indeed looked very young, and many of them were about the same age as Qiao Jing.

One of the less injured asked, "Are you family members?"

Qiao Jing shook his head.

"No," he confessed, "I was standing at the door just now, and the nurse asked me to come in and talk to you."

The man's expression turned disappointed in an instant, but he soon cheered up again: "Then sit next to me, I'm fine, other people probably won't be able to chat with you."

There was a bench next to him, and there were some bottles and jars of medicine on it.Qiao Jing glanced at the labels, and found that he knew most of them—thanks to the one-year medical student experience at Jingluo University.

"Sit down." Seeing him standing there in a daze for a long time without moving, the young man lying on the bed urged, "I just feel bored lying here, just put the medicine on my bedside. Don't worry, I will The disease is not contagious."

He does seem to be in the best condition among the wounded in the room. Although his face is still as pale as the paint on the wall, at least he is still sane and has no missing arms or legs. Any problem, just the voice sounds a little limp.

Qiao Jing followed his instructions, dragged a stool and sat down beside the hospital bed.

The man turned to look at him, and said slowly, "My name is Xiang, Xiang Mingrui. What's your name?"

Qiao Jing replied, "Qiao Jing."

After speaking, he fell silent.

The two were lying one on the other and sitting, staring at each other for a full minute, during which no one spoke.

Yan Zhi standing beside her forehead sighed deeply: She knew it would become like this.

"No." Xiang Mingrui's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, "Didn't you come to chat with me? Then you are talking!"

A look of perplexity appeared on Qiao Jing's face: "I...don't know what to say."

"Then what are you doing here?" Xiang Mingrui rolled his eyes, "Forget it, let me ask myself. Are you a local?"

"Ah."

"What?"

"writer."

"Writer?" Xiang Mingrui finally became interested, "Then what did you write?"

Qiao Jing replied honestly: "Some vernacular novels, both long and short stories."

"Oh...then do you know Yan Heqing?" Xiang Mingrui talked to him happily, "When I was still in school, I liked his books! Once, I was taken out by my husband for peeping in class. I was forced to stand for a long time, unfortunately, after that, there was a war outside the city, and I also signed up to join the army, so I couldn’t finish reading the ending of "56"."

He smacked his mouth a few times with regret, and just as he came back to his senses, he saw that Qiao Jing stopped talking again, and stared straight at himself, showing a blank expression with empty eyes.

Xiang Mingrui didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Hey, I'm talking to you! Did you hear me?"

Who is chatting with who?

"Understood," Qiao Jing said, "Do you want to know the ending? I can tell you."

Xiang Mingrui was surprised: "Have you read this book by Yan Heqing?"

"I am Yan Heqing."

Xiang Mingrui: "..."

He stared blankly at Qiao Jing for a few seconds, then suddenly took a breath, shouted with all his strength, "Nurse! Nurse, come quickly! If I can't do it—I'm hallucinating!!!"

Qiao Jing and Yanzhi were taken aback by his reaction, and with great difficulty, they managed to hold down the man who was yelling that he was going to die, and convinced him that the two of them were really alive, able to jump, jump and breathe kind of.

"Aren't you a bull-headed horse-face who came here to seduce me?" Xiang Mingrui squinted at them, with a half-believing expression, "I've heard that the work in the underworld will also keep pace with the times."

Qiao Jing sighed: "Really not. Besides, should you take medicine?"

Xiang Mingrui: "...Oh, please do me a favor."

When it came to taking medicine, he finally believed that Qiao Jing and the others were alive.Xiang Mingrui raised his head reluctantly, and swallowed the pills that Qiao Jing brought to his mouth with difficulty. He had difficulty swallowing, and even choked a few times in the middle, so scared that Yanzhi quickly patted him on the back.

This made Qiao Jing more sure of his guess——

Xiang Mingrui's disease, with a high probability, should be motor neuron disease.

He had noticed it when he was packing up the medicines just now. Unlike the painkillers and anti-inflammatory medicines that are piled up on other people's beds, Xiang Mingrui's medicines here are weird and weird, basically everything, because even doctors are very familiar with this rare disease. At a loss, I don't know how to prescribe him medicine.

But let alone this era, there is no cure for this disease until modern times.

Although there are very few patients with young people like him, once most people get sick, their lives basically enter the countdown stage.

However, from Xiang Mingrui's face, Qiao Jing couldn't see the despair after suffering from a terminal illness. After knowing that he was Yan Heqing himself, the young man's cheeks were slightly flushed, and his eyes looked at him brightly. : "Mr. Yan, I really really like your books! Especially "56", it's really well written!"

Before Qiao Jing could answer, there was a whimpering sound from the bed next to him. They followed the sound and found that it was a bandage-wrapped mummified patient who kept moving on the bed, his eyes dead. He stared fixedly at Qiao Jing, as if he wanted to say something.

...But unfortunately, no one present could hear clearly what he wanted to express.

In the end, Xiang Mingrui, who had been a patient with him for a few days, told the truth: "Why are you so excited? If you are so injured, just lie down for me. Didn't you hear what the nurse said before, we have the most hope here? You will be healed."

Rouge looked at the "mummy" in disbelief, thinking that this is actually a minor injury?

Mummy: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Xiang Mingrui: "Screaming is useless. Mr. Yan, let's leave him alone and talk about the ending of "56"."

Qiao Jing: "...OK."

He noticed that the people in the ward had basically woken up because of Xiang Mingrui's tossing just now, and they were looking at them and listening to their conversation.So he agreed to Xiang Mingrui's request and briefly explained the ending of "56".

Qiao Jing's voice was unhurried, and his pronunciation was very clear. Not only did it not sound noisy, but it also had a reassuring power.Not to mention Xiang Mingrui and his clinical mummy brother, when he was halfway through, the whole ward was quietly listening to the story, even a few young people who had been tossing and turning because of the pain also listened to it fan.

After hearing that the documentary filmed by Tang An's team had achieved great international success and attracted a large number of foreigners to visit China, there was a burst of sighs in the ward.Xiang Mingrui was lying on the bed, looking at Qiao Jing with reddened eyes: "Will there be such a day? Those foreigners, all of whom have eyes on the top of their heads, will they really treat us equally?"

"Yes," Qiao Jing said, "it doesn't make sense for an arrogant person to reason, but we can use our strength to make him figure it out."

"strength……"

Xiang Mingrui smiled wryly.

Isn't it because of the huge disparity in military strength between the two sides that they fought such a fierce battle?

But he still whispered: "In fact, we all believe so. Until now, no one has regretted going to the battlefield."

Qiao Jing looked at the pairs of eyes staring at her in the ward, and found that what Xiang Mingrui said was true.

The young people lying here, without exception, are the kind of idealists who are too naive to be ridiculed by many people in the outside world.With the courage to do what they knew they couldn't do, they dedicated their entire lives to an illusory future.

"Thank you for coming to see us," a hoarse voice sounded from the corner of the room, and Qiao Jing couldn't even tell who was speaking, "I'm Gu Yang, a freshman at Linnan University. Tell us about your book, he said... ahem, he said, you are a delusional person, the people of this country are hopeless. But I think he is a bunch of nonsense."

He coughed twice, regretfully said: "So I always wanted to prove that he was wrong at the beginning. It's a pity... I probably won't see that day."

Most of his skin was burned, and he had been in a coma for the past few days, and he barely woke up just now when he heard Qiao Jing's voice telling a story.Even he himself didn't think that he still had the strength to speak, but everyone knew that this was not a good thing.

In the past few days, they have seen too many examples of flashbacks.

Qiao Jing bit her lower lip, stood up suddenly from the bench, and strode to the door of the ward.

Rouge looked at him in bewilderment: "Sir?"

"I'll go home," Qiao Jing said hoarsely, "I'll be right back. You go to Qiao Jing and wait for me first."

After speaking, he pushed open the door and quickly disappeared through the door.

When going down the stairs, Qiao Jing bumped into Jing Xinglan who was going upstairs to find someone.

Before the man could speak, Qiao Jing said, "Go upstairs and wait for me." Then he ran downstairs.

Jing Xinglan blinked, and it took him a long time to react, but at this time Qiao Jing had already left the hospital.

He looked up at Yan Zhi who was standing above the stairs, and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

Rouge shook her head, also looking puzzled.

Jing Xinglan frowned involuntarily, walked to Rouge's side, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me exactly what happened just now, remember, everything."

To make Qiao Jing show that expression...

To be honest, it was the first time I saw Jing Xinglan after so many years.

Qiao Jing ran all the way home.

His physical strength has always been poor, so bad that every physical test has almost become a nightmare in his student days.

So Qiao Jing has always resisted running.

But today he didn't even think about taking a car, he rushed home in one breath, then rushed to his bedroom on the second floor and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets.Hearing the movement upstairs, 008 woke up from his deep sleep, walked into the room cautiously, looked at the convex lens in Qiao Jing's hand, and asked suspiciously, "What are you going to do?"

Without looking up from the camera, Qiao said, "Make something."

His hands-on ability is very strong, and he made a simple device in three steps, then opened the drawer to pick up the thing in the deepest part, and left the house like a gust of wind.

008 was so scared that his cat's eyes widened: Oh my god!Is the sun coming out from the west today?

When Qiao Jing returned to the hospital again, he was so exhausted that he was out of breath, and even his clothes were drenched with sweat.

But after he took a few breaths, he managed to cheer himself up, lifted his two legs that seemed to be filled with lead, and walked up the steps step by step.

As soon as he came to the fifth floor, he immediately saw Jing Xinglan standing at the door of the ward waiting for him.

The man saw him as soon as he turned his head, and immediately walked over to catch the thing in his hand.

Qiao Jing supported the wall for a while, then turned to ask him, "Where is Rouge?"

Jing Xinglan: "I asked her to go down with Qiao Jing. These two children need time to be alone, so let's talk about it."

Qiao Jing twitched the corners of her mouth, showing a tired smile: "So, do you know what I want to do?"

Jing Xinglan lowered his eyes, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his sweat.

"Ah."

"You have the right to stop me," Qiao Jing murmured, "I did this... just because of a moment of impatience, which may cause very bad consequences."

"Just do what you want," Jing Xinglan said, "I will bear the responsibility with you. Even if the secret cannot be leaked, then we are also accomplices."

The black-haired young man pursed his lips, and after a while, he showed a faint smile.

"Thank you."

He took from Jing Xinglan the simple projector and mobile phone he had just made at home in a few minutes, pushed open the door of the ward, and walked in again.