What happened? He's in the hospital? Wasn't he dead? He's alive again? Where's Brother Zhao? Where's Fu Xiaofan?
"Holy crap, slow down." The short-haired guy was still thinking about something else when he caught a glimpse of the person on the hospital bed trying to sit up. He was so scared that his soul almost left his body. He quickly went over to help the person and gently pushed him back onto the bed.
"Brother, lie down first. Don't move around too much since you just woke up."
Zhou Zhou tried to get up to look around, but after finally managing to sit up a little, the other person pressed her back down.
Staring speechlessly at the short-haired guy in front of the bed, he said, "..."
Why can't he make a sound? Could the aftereffects of this disease be that he becomes mute? But wait, isn't this disease incurable?
Zhou Zhou was eager to find Fu Xiaofan to get the truth, but all he could manage was a silent "ah," just like a baby bird waiting to be fed by its mother.
"Oh!" The short-haired guy clasped his hands together, quickly picked up the boiled water that had been sitting on the bed for twenty-four hours, and handed it to him. "Brother, do you want some water?"
That way the other person couldn't drink it, so the short-haired man put his arm behind the other person's neck, letting the other person lean against him, making it easier for him to slowly feed him water.
Although Zhou Zhou's original intention was not to drink water, after drinking half a glass of water, her throat was moistened and she was able to make a sound.
"Cough cough." His throat was dry from not speaking for so long, and Zhou Zhou coughed a few times before asking in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? Where's my son?"
"ah?"
The man with the buzz cut clearly didn't understand, and after a long pause, he exclaimed in surprise, "Son? What son? You have a son? The person who hired me didn't tell me."
"The person who hired you?" Zhou Zhou frowned, looking around as he pondered. It was unfamiliar; it wasn't the private hospital he frequented, nor the suburban hospital where he had chosen to handle his funeral arrangements.
"Where is this?" A bold guess came to mind. Zhou Zhou calmed himself down; he needed to confirm it again.
"X City People's Hospital, huh?" The short-haired guy pondered for a moment, then added, "Should I also tell you the year, month, and day? Bro, are you confused from being unconscious for too long, or did you time travel?"
"That works too." Before returning to the world in the book, Zhou Zhou lived alone in City X. He wondered if he had somehow traveled back to this world. But wasn't he dead?
Seeing the other person looking thoughtful, the man with the short hair curled his lips, put the other person back on the hospital bed, and sat back in the caregiver's chair to take out his phone and watch videos.
He remembered that he followed the ending in the book, but he couldn't escape the day he died suddenly. He died in the hospital. The system said that it would save this memory and re-inject it into his and Fu Hengzhi's data after the new round of plot. What's going on now?
The loud volume of the video player next to his ear was too loud, making it difficult for Zhou Zhou, a patient who had just woken up, to concentrate on thinking. He turned his head to look at the young man with the buzz cut and sized him up.
The short haircut made him look like a kid who had just entered society, probably just turned 18. Zhou Zhou didn't remember having such a person in his memory, so it was understandable that he was puzzled.
Are you my caregiver?
"I guess so." The man with the buzz cut hummed along to the catchy song playing on his phone.
"Who hired you?"
"Let me think... Wang Li?"
"Who?" Zhou Zhou remembered that Wang Li was an editor at Shengyuan Network Technology Company. Didn't he travel back in time? Could it be such a coincidence?
“Wang Li, well…”
A melodious ringtone interrupted the man with the short haircut. Upon seeing the caller ID, he promptly handed the phone to Zhou Zhou.
“Yes, Wang Li.”
Zhou Zhou couldn't lift his hand for the time being, so the short-haired guy thoughtfully turned on speakerphone and placed the phone to his ear.
"Too close."
"Oh." The man with the buzz cut held the phone a little further away, and a familiar female voice came from it.
"Xiao Chen, how is he?"
Xiao Chen is the one who calls him "Short Cut".
Xiao Chen raised his voice and said directly, "The person is awake."
"...Hello." Zhou Zhou tentatively asked, "Editor Wang?"
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.
Zhou Zhou thought to himself, what a coincidence! Maybe this Wang Li is just someone with the same name.
Just as I was thinking this, a surprised voice came from the other end of the phone.
"My God, you're really awake? What is this, a medical miracle?"
"ah?"
Wang Li was very kind; she took time out of her schedule to visit him at the hospital that afternoon after he woke up.
In this world, Wang Li is still an editor, and the affiliated company is Shengyuan Network Technology Co., Ltd., which is so coincidental that it reminds Zhou Zhou of a famous saying in the creative world.
—Inspiration comes from life.
Staring at Zhou Zhou, who looked haggard on the bed and was being fed bowls of porridge, Wang Li shook his head. The company had just signed a film and television adaptation contract for "Boundless," and they had already started casting and set a date for filming. Who would have thought that the original author would get gas poisoning from boiling water at home?
The young man lived alone. If it weren't for the neighbor lady's sharp nose smelling the strange odor in the hallway, he might be reporting to the King of Hell right now. How could he possibly survive a near-death experience? Are you kidding me?
"Thankfully, the company improved employee benefits at the beginning of the year. Once you sign a contract, you're considered half an employee. In addition to the humanitarian care for employees, there's also an extra insurance benefit."
Wang Li left her words at that, but Zhou Zhou understood. The hospital bills were reimbursed by the insurance company, and although the caregiver, Xiao Chen, seemed unreliable, the company had hired him separately.
This money will probably be deducted from your income later.
"I'm sorry, it was my own mistake that caused trouble for the company," Zhou Zhou said apologetically.
“It’s alright. Although the film and television company requires the original author to join their screenwriting team, your situation is special after all.” Wang Li joked, “We’re saying that even if he doesn’t wake up, it won’t stop the filming of this movie.”
Zhou Zhou knew she was joking, and she could only smile helplessly in response.
"You woke up at just the right time." Wang Li swiped open his phone and glanced at his schedule, where every date had been marked as a memo.
"Next week happens to be the start of filming for 'Boundless,' so hopefully you'll feel better by then..."
"I will go, Editor Wang, don't worry." Zhou Zhou gave her a firm guarantee, and Wang Li nodded in satisfaction.
He waved and said, "Alright, you eat first. I have something to do, so I'll be going now."
"Take care." Zhou Zhou smiled and watched the other person leave the ward. After the door closed, he sighed deeply, turned his head to avoid the spoon that was still being offered, and shook his head, saying, "I'm not eating, I have no appetite."
"I don't have an appetite." Seeing that the other person wasn't eating, Xiao Chen didn't force him. He put the bowl on the bedside table, helped the other person lie down, and started chatting with him.
"Brother, you're a writer? I didn't realize." Xiao Chen took out his phone and asked, "Can I find your books online? I'd like to take a look."
"The book is called 'Boundless,' you can search for it and read it." Zhou Zhou stared listlessly at the ceiling and said casually, "Remember to support the official version."
"Okay." After putting the book on the bookshelf, Xiao Chen put his phone in his pocket, grinned, and leaned closer to Zhou Zhou, asking curiously, "Brother, do you writers make a lot of money?"
"It depends," Zhou Zhou replied truthfully. "It changes every month."
"Since your book has been adapted into a TV series, you must be earning more money than others, right?"
"I can make a living, and my salary is probably in the upper-middle class in City X."
"Oh, only upper-middle class?" Xiao Chen pouted, disappointed. "Other writers earn millions a month."
"They are extremely rare, like phoenix feathers in the circle."
"Then, brother, you..."
"Xiao Chen." Zhou Zhou interrupted him as he was about to continue. Having been reborn again, with so much happening, his mind was in a mess and he urgently needed to sort things out.
"Can I rest for a bit? I just woke up and my head feels uncomfortable."
"Okay, I'll go sit on a public bench outside for a while." Xiao Chen nodded, looking easy to talk to.
"Either is fine." Zhou Zhou replied and then turned away from him, turning to face the other side.
His first reaction after being reborn was surprise and delight, but he slowly realized that he had been reborn, but what about Fu Hengzhi in the book? How was he doing?
Zhou Zhou recalled that a month before his death, he had secretly prepared for his funeral without the other party's knowledge. Later, the provincial TV station kept reporting on the news of the president of the Fu Group searching for his wife. At first, he was still conscious, and the thought of whether or not to contact the other party was raging in his mind. Later, he became completely demented and forgot about it.
He was resurrected, resurrected in a world without Fu Hengzhi... No! What if, like Wang Li, there's a Fu Hengzhi here too?
Zhou Zhou paused for a moment, then deflated.
Even if he did, it wouldn't be Fu Hengzhi, the one who loved him...
"Fu Hengzhi..." Zhou Zhou murmured, wrapped in the quilt, her eyes gradually becoming moist, and large tears slid down, wetting the pillowcase.
[Author's Note: Fu Hengzhi, searching for his husband: I feel that my wife is thinking of me.]
System: This is the eighteenth time you've said this today.
Zhou Zhou: [Gradually becoming vulnerable].jpg
In the next chapter, "Reunion," is there any extra content or bonus chapters you'd like to see? The main story is almost finished!
Chapter 129 A Belated Reunion
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After waking up, Zhou Zhou did not stay in the hospital for long. When she felt that she was almost fully recovered, she went home after completing the discharge procedures.
When I saw Xiao Chen looking troubled while he was signing the papers.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Zhou had barely finished speaking when he realized that the other person was a caregiver hired by the company. Although she wasn't a professional, at least she had a proper attitude. Unfortunately, she was young and inexperienced, and he was afraid that she would lose her job as soon as he was discharged from the hospital.
"Sigh." Zhou Zhou sighed deeply. There was nothing he could do about it. Not only was his ability limited, but he hadn't even sorted out his own affairs yet, so how could he have the spare energy to care about others?
Xiao Chen lowered his head, carrying the things Zhou Zhou was going to take with him when he was discharged from the hospital, and followed behind her out of the hospital gate.
“You…” Zhou Zhou called a ride-hailing car to pick her up. Before the car arrived, she planned to say goodbye to Xiao Chen, but seeing his dejected appearance, she couldn’t bear to do it.
Do you have my contact information?
Xiao Chen nodded obediently.
Do you have a place to stay?
Xiao Chen pouted and shook his head.
Zhou Zhou sighed inwardly. "He's just a kid who skipped school and entered society early."
“Go find another way to make a living yourself.” Zhou Zhou paused and said, “If you can’t find one, contact me again. I have a job here that includes room and board, but the salary isn’t high, just enough for pocket money.”
He didn't make it clear that this low-paying job was actually just him being a junior assistant, with meals and accommodation provided—meaning he was staying at his house—as a way to give the other party a fallback option.
"I understand, thank you, brother." Xiao Chen said, his voice muffled, but he still bowed to the other person. "I'll look for it myself, no need to trouble you for now."
"Okay, see you later."
A white BYD ride-hailing car was parked in front of them. Zhou Zhou took his luggage from the driver, waved, and got into the car.