When Wang Zixu woke up, he was in a pale state.

There were shadows around him, and everything was shrouded in a layer of pale halo, just as if someone had put a piece of frosted glass densely covered with water vapor in front of him. He was suspended in this pale area like a helicopter, with only warm yellow light flashing above his head, and the stars made him hallucinate that he was in a fairyland.

If he was in a fairyland, then he would probably be dead.

Thinking of death, Wang Zixu felt at ease.

No need to consider the list of responsibilities, no need to consider the gaze of others, let alone the candidates for the 50 Nobel Prize in Literature from now to the future.

He hopes that there will be an unlimited supply of great harvest in the wonderland, and secondly, there will be at least one squat force - if the world reaches the end here and time comes to an end here, he will at least have infinite freedom and have enough time to build a real stegosaurus.

Just as he was about to sink into this peace and joy, a woman in white broke through the void and shouted to the side: "Family of bed No. 76, are there any family members of bed No. 76?"

A woman around her responded, "Hey, here we are!"

The woman walked over and discussed something in a low voice. Wang Zixu's eyes began to focus, and he realized that there was a radiant bottle flashing above his head, and half a bottle of clear and transparent liquid was left inside.

The air was floating with the smell of orange, rice, disinfectant, and urine containing normal saline. The sun shone slanted, leaving a few red lines on the back of his hand. The needle buried in his skin was covered with tape, and the glucose liquid flowed silently into his body, leaving the wrist cold.

"Are you awake?"

The woman was back. A warm and soft hand was pressed on his forehead and tried his temperature. I don’t know what to do. The woman retracted her hand without saying a word, sat back and continued playing with her phone.

He turned his head and looked at the "Family of Bed No. 76".

She sat on a sky blue chair beside the bed, her long legs wrapped in black stockings were crossed and placed obliquely, blocking the area where the hip skirt was easily exposed. Silver earrings were exposed under her loose black hair, and the red lips with lipstick were particularly conspicuous in this pale whiteness.

For a moment, he thought this was his wife, but after looking carefully, he realized that she was Ye Lan. Wang Zixu stared at Ye Lan for a while before he realized, Oh, it turned out that I was in the hospital.

“How long have I slept?”

"Three or four hours." Ye Lan didn't raise his head, "I told Zuo Ziliang that I can't squeeze you anymore. Who knows that you two, one dares to say and the other dares to listen. They are really two donkeys. Two stubborn donkeys, two stubborn donkeys, two stubborn donkeys, two stubborn donkeys, two stubborn donkeys, both stubborn, hard, stupid and twisted..."

Wang Zixu asked again: "What disease do I have?"

Ye Lan said: "Laboring sleep, malnutrition, hypoglycemia, anxiety, and maybe a little too high intraocular pressure."

Wang Zixu raised his head: "That's it?"

Ye Lan glared at him: "What does 'just this' mean? The doctor said that this is the first time he has seen him fainted because he has tired."

Wang Zixu asked: "Why do I have bloody stools?"

"After everyone's discussion, it may be because you ate too much red amaranth at noon. It's not blood, it's red pigment."

“…”

Wang Zixu felt relieved. Wang Zixu couldn't laugh or cry. Wang Zixu quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He never checked his body, and he felt that all the problems were found. He knew that he was a big mistake in this kind of thinking of avoiding illness and avoiding doctors, but he knew that he did not change it. So when he saw the red water in the toilet, he felt that he had finally suffered retribution. So he fainted very relieved.

Who knows, it sounds like a lot of faults, no one can kill anyone. His body is much better than he thought.

"It's so dangerous, I thought there was no chance."

Ye Lan looked at him: "What opportunity?"

"The opportunity to win the Nobel Prize."

After he finished speaking, he noticed Ye Lan's expression even more confused and explained:

"The Nobel Prize in Literature is not given to the dead. If you die, you will have no chance to win the prize."

"Hahahaha... This joke is OK. You are still energetic and joked. It seems that you will be discharged from the hospital soon."

Wang Zixu lifted the quilt and said, "I can be discharged from the hospital now."

Ye Lan seemed to have expected him to do this, so he covered the quilt with his back hand and pressed it on his leg: "You really want to die? The doctor said that he would have to be hospitalized for at least one day!"

Wang Zixu was a little weak, and he struggled for a while but didn't get up. He lay back on the bed, feeling quite desperate.

A few hours have been wasted today.

He could have finished writing a script of thousands of words, completed the call for the Xihe Cultural Association, and prepared for the next day's course... Unfortunately, all this time wasted, and he would have wasted the whole day in the damn hospital.

He suddenly regretted it very much, regretting every day he had spent in his life doing nothing. He wanted to pray devoutly to the God of Time, just to lend him another day...

"Haha, Su Xuelian is actually allergic to rice, so pitiful!" Ye Lan smiled at her phone silly.

...Just lend her time.

Wang Zixu stretched his body on the hospital bed. He thought he was going to die just now, but for a moment he felt very relaxed, which made him feel ashamed. If Hemingway knew about it, he would definitely scold him for not being in a tough spirit.

If he dies, Gou Yingbiao will pretend to be sad and give a speech at his funeral, and then award this year's excellence to Diao Yiwen; if he dies, Qingyan will truly stand on the same starting line as Wen Yan, and Qiu Ze's teeth will be laughed out; if he dies, the Nobel Prize in Literature will be awarded without any trouble, and he will not be among them.

In short, if he dies, it is a wonderful thing for many people, but it is not very wonderful for him. Even for this, he must live well.

Living well when not favored by fate is the greatest struggle against fate.

Wang Zixu turned around and asked, "Why are you here to accompany him? What about those scriptists?"

Ye Lan said: "It should have been someone among them who helped me be too active? I even drove over and made them think I was very idle, so they left me behind."

Wang Zixu said: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Ye Lan looked at him sideways, unable to see his face clearly.

Ye Lan said it lightly. In fact, the situation at that time was a bit similar to a plot in Wang Xiaobo's "The Golden Age".

In the book, the protagonist Wang Er was tamped with a shoulder pole on his waist and fainted from pain. Everyone said that his waist was broken and he was about to die. After hearing this, Chen Qingyang hurried down the mountain and shouted in Wang Er's ear, "If the waist is broken, I will support you for the rest of my life!" So everyone thought they were making broken shoes.

After receiving the call, Ye Lan held his high heels in his hand, drove over barefoot and rushed into the base and asked him repeatedly. Then he helped carry Wang Zixu and dragged him to the hospital in a car.

Because they were too active, everyone thought that their relationship was ambiguous and they left collectively tacitly. Ye Lan found that he was only left with him to accompany him and could not leave Wang Zixu alone, so she had to sit here and play with her mobile phone.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Yes, as long as I don't ask me to take care of my shit and urine, I can do a few favors."

What Wang Zixu didn't know was that Ye Lan actually didn't want to sit in the hospital and play with her mobile phone. The reason why she sat here was because she was waiting for Wang Zixu to cause trouble for her. She was not afraid of trouble, but what she was afraid of was that she had no effect.

Wang Zixu couldn't see her thoughts and said simply: "Then can you help me get my laptop? I want to write a novel."

Ye Lan glared: "You still write? You're like this, why are you still writing? Have a good rest."

“…”

Wang Zixu stared at her with his eyes. Women are like this. At the beginning, they are willing to do whatever they want to do for you. When you really make any suggestions, they will be unhappy again. This seems very inconvenient. So Wang Zixu stared at her with his eyes.

Ye Lan didn't feel that she was not interested enough. She felt that she was thinking about Wang Zixu's body. But Wang Zixu glared at her, and she was not unhappy.

Because of oxytocin, she felt that Wang Zixu is very pitiful now - although she is already 30 years old, she is still like a young man worthy of care and needs a hug of love. Of course, she is not really planning to hug her. This is just a psychological feeling.

Finally, Ye Lan's tone softened a little: "If you have to rest, take a good rest. What should you do when you have to hurry up? It's not a day or two."

"The day after tomorrow is the deadline. If you don't write today, you won't write tomorrow. There is no need to write after that."

Ye Lan felt pitiful again and said, "Forget it, I really can't do anything to you. I'll just go and get it."

Ye Lan walked out the door and suddenly turned around and asked, "Do you have no other needs besides writing novels?"

Wang Zixu shook his head: "I only need to write novels. Writing novels is a necessity for life."

Ye Lan went out. She used to think that Wang Zixu was a weirdo, but now she thinks that he is a weirdo even more.

When Ye Lan came back, the prince humbly and satisfiedly placed the laptop on his legs.

His laptop was an LNV bought 5 years ago. It was as bulky as a cow. After just two minutes of running, he started to gasp loudly and heat up the eggs. He was so hot that he was so hot that he grinned.

He had to push the laptop forward as much as possible, but under the influence of gravity, it always fell down and hit his lower abdomen. And as soon as it moved, the place where the needle was inserted on his hand was swollen into a pig's trotter.

Ye Lan stared at his twisted face with a strange face, and felt that he was even more strange. But can you be embarrassed to tell her about this? After she told her, she should blame him for not being formalistic in the hospital, even more chicken than a chicken child. Wang Zixu could only swallow his anger and suffer for himself.

He thought in despair that this harsh writing environment alone had already widened a big gap. How could he compete with Lin Luo and Shen Qingfeng in this way? Why is he always so unlucky at critical moments?

From his thoughts, we can know that Wang Zixu is still a bit childish when he lives to 30 years old. If he is considered unlucky like this, he will be unlucky since he is reincarnated.

While he was lying in the hospital and screaming with a computer, Diao Yiwen's work was being handed over to Yanzishan to revise in person, telling her where she wrote it well and where she was not. If she wanted to win the award, how should she write it.

Yanzishan is a well-known domestic writer. Several domestic writers have been on the Nobel Prize in Literature Odds list all year round. He is one of them, ranking 7th in odds.

Fortunately, Wang Zixu didn't know about this. If he had known, he might be even more discouraged and dared not even submit his articles.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!