Chapter 98 The End of the World and the Cold Wonderland
When Wang Zixu woke up, he was in a state of pale whiteness.
There were shadows all around, and everything was shrouded in a pale halo, as if someone had placed a piece of frosted glass dense with moisture in front of his eyes. He was suspended in this pale like a helicopter, with only the warm yellow light and stars above his head flashing, making him hallucinate that he was in a fairyland.
If he is in fairyland, then he is probably dead.
Thinking of death, Wang Zixu felt relieved.
There is no need to think about the list of responsibilities, nor the gaze of others, nor the candidates for the 50 Nobel Prizes in Literature from now on and in the future.
He hopes that there will be an unlimited supply of harvest in the fairyland, and secondly, there will be at least one squatting machine - if the world comes to an end here and time comes to an end here, he will at least have unlimited freedom, enough time to build a real stegosaurus.
Just when he was about to sink into this peace and joy, a woman in white broke through the void and shouted to this side: "Family members of bed 76, are the family members of bed 76 here?"
A woman beside him responded: "Hey, here we come!"
The woman walked over and discussed something in a low voice. Wang Zixu's eyes began to focus, and he realized that the shining light above his head was the hanging bottle, with half of the clear and transparent liquid left in it.
The smell of oranges, rice, disinfectant water, and urine containing physiological saline floats in the air. The sun shone slantingly, leaving several fiery red lines on the back of his hand. The needle buried in the skin was covered with tape, and the glucose solution silently flowed into the body, making the wrist feel cold.
“Are you awake?”
The woman is back. A warm and soft hand touched his forehead and tested his body temperature. She didn't know what she found. The woman retracted her hand without saying a word, sat back and continued playing with her mobile phone.
He turned his head and looked at the "family member of bed 76".
She was sitting on a sky blue chair next to the bed, her long legs wrapped in black stockings crossed at an angle, blocking the area where the hip-covering skirt was easily exposed. Silver earrings were exposed under her disheveled black hair, and her red lips with lipstick were particularly conspicuous in the paleness.
For a moment he thought this was his wife, but when he looked carefully he realized she was Ye Lan. Wang Zixu stared at Ye Lan for a while and then realized, oh, it turns out I have been admitted to the hospital.
“How long did I sleep?”
"Three or four hours." Ye Lan didn't even raise his head, "I told Zuo Ziliang a long time ago that I can't exploit you anymore. Who would have known that one of you dares to speak and the other dares to listen. You are really two donkeys. Two stubborn donkeys, the other two donkeys. A big, stubborn donkey with a smelly, hard, stupid and twisted head..."
Wang Zixu asked again: "What disease do I have?"
Ye Lan said: "Lack of sleep, malnutrition, hypoglycemia, anxiety, and maybe a little high intraocular pressure."
Wang Zixu raised his head: "That's it?"
Ye Lan glared at him: "What do you mean 'that's it'? The doctor said that this was the first time he had seen someone who tired himself to the point of fainting."
Wang Zixu asked: "Why do I have blood in my stool?"
"After everyone discussed it, we all agreed that it may be because you ate too much red amaranth at noon. That is not blood, but red pigment."
"..."
Wang Zixu was relieved. Wang Zixu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Wang Zixu breathed a sigh of relief again.
He never checks his body. He thinks that all the problems are detected by examination. He himself knows that this kind of thinking of hiding diseases and avoiding medical treatment is completely wrong, but he knows that he is wrong and does not change it. So the moment he saw the red color in the urinal, he felt that he had finally received his comeuppance. So I fainted with relief.
Who knows, it sounds like there are a lot of problems, none of which can kill people. His body was in much better shape than he imagined.
“It’s so risky, I thought there was no chance.”
Ye Lan looked at him: “What chance?”
“A chance to win the Nobel Prize.”
After he finished speaking, he noticed Ye Lan His expression became even more puzzled, and he explained:
"The Nobel Prize in Literature is not awarded to dead people. Once they are dead, there is no chance of winning the prize."
"Hahahaha... This joke is okay. You still have the energy to joke. 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 that he would be like this, so she covered the quilt back with her backhand and put her hand on his leg. : "Are you really desperate? The doctor said that you will have to stay in the hospital for at least one day of observation!"
Wang Zixu felt a little weak. He struggled for a while but didn't get up. He lay back on the bed, feeling desperate.
I have wasted several hours today.
He could have written a few thousand words of script, completed the call for manuscripts for the Xihe Literary Society, and prepared for the next day's course... Unfortunately, all this time was wasted, and he would waste a whole day in the damn hospital.
He suddenly regretted every day he had spent doing nothing in his life. He wished he could pray to the God of Time, just to lend him one more day...
"Haha, Su Xuelian is allergic to rice, how pitiful!" Ye Lan giggled at the phone next to her.
…Just borrow her time.
Wang Zixu stretched his body on the hospital bed. Just now he thought he was going to die, but for a moment he felt very relaxed, which made him feel ashamed - if Hemingway found out, he would definitely scold him for not having a tough guy 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 be on the same starting line as Wen Yan, and Qiu Ze will laugh out of his teeth; if he dies, the Nobel Prize in Literature will be awarded to 50 other writers without any trouble, and he will not be among them.
In short, if he died, it would be a wonderful thing for many people, but not very wonderful for him. Even for this, he must live well.
When fate is not favoring you, living well is the biggest struggle against fate.
Wang Zixu turned around and asked: "Why are you here to accompany me? Where are the scripters?"
Ye Lan said: "It was supposed to be escorted by one of them, but who made me be too active? I even drove over here, making them think I was idle, so they left me alone."
Wang Zixu said: "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Ye Lan turned to his side and couldn't see his face clearly.
Ye Lan said it lightly. In fact, the situation at that time was somewhat similar to a plot in Wang Xiaobo's "The Golden Age".
In the book, the protagonist Wang Er had a pole pressed against his waist and fainted from the pain. Everyone said that his waist was broken and he was going to die. When Chen Qingyang heard about it, he hurried down the mountain and shouted in Wang Er's ear, "If your waist is broken, I will support you for the rest of your life!" ——So everyone thought they were playing tricks on each other.
After Ye Lan received the call, he held the high heels in his hand, drove over at speed with bare feet, broke into the base and kept asking where was he? Then he helped carry Wang Zixu and dragged him to the hospital in a car.
Because they were too positive, everyone thought their relationship was ambiguous and left the scene tacitly. Ye Lan was furious when she found out that she was the only one accompanying him, but she couldn't leave Wang Zi alone, so she had to sit here and play with her mobile phone.
“Can you do me a favor?”
"Sure, as long as you don't ask me to do shit and urinate, 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 his phone. The reason why she is sitting here is that she has been waiting for Wang Zixu to cause trouble for her. She is not afraid of trouble, she is afraid of being ineffective.
Wang Zixu could not see what she was thinking, and said simply: "Then can you bring me my laptop? I want to write a novel."
Ye Lan stared: "Still writing? It's already like this, what else are you writing? Have a good rest."
"..."
Wang Zixun glared at her. Women are like this. They are willing to do anything for you at first, but when you actually make some suggestions, they are unhappy again. This seems very uninteresting. So Wang Zixu glared at her.
Ye Lan didn’t feel that she was not interesting enough. She felt that she was doing this for the sake of Wang Zixu’s body. But Wang Zixu glared at her, and she was not unhappy.
Because of the oxytocin, she feels that Wang Zixu is very pitiful now - although he is 30 years old, he still looks like a young man worthy of care and needs a hug of love. Of course, she didn't really mean to hug. It's just a psychological feeling.
In the end, Ye Lan softened his tone a little: "Just take a good rest. Why do you have to rush this time? It's not more than a day or two."
"The day after tomorrow is the deadline. If you don't write today, don't write tomorrow, there will be no need to write in the future."
Ye Lan felt sorry for him again and said, "Forget it. Forget it, I really can’t do anything about it. I’ll just go and get it.”
Ye Lan suddenly turned around and asked, “Do you have no other needs besides writing novels?”
Wang Zixu shook his head: “Writing novels is a necessity in life.”
Ye Lan went out. She thought Wang Zixu was a weirdo before, but now she thinks he is even more weird.
When Ye Lan came back, the prince put the laptop on his lap with humility and satisfaction.
His laptop was an LNV he bought five years ago. It was as heavy as an ox. Within two minutes of running it, it started breathing loudly and getting hot as hard as frying an egg. He was so hot that he grinned.
He had no choice but to push the laptop as far forward as possible, but under the influence of gravity, it always fell down and hit his lower abdomen. And whenever I move, the place where the needle was inserted in my hand will swell into pig's trotters.
Ye Lan stared at his twisted face with a strange look on his face, feeling that he was even more strange. But can I have the nerve to tell her this? Having said that, she should blame him even more for not engaging in formalism in the hospital. He is worse than a chicken baby. Wang Zixu could only swallow his anger and suffer for himself first.
He thought in despair, this harsh writing environment alone had widened the gap a lot, so how could he compete with Lin Luo and Shen Qingfeng? Why is he always so unlucky at critical moments?
From his thoughts, we can know that the prince is still a bit naive even when he is 30 years old. If he is considered unlucky in this way, he has been unlucky since he was reincarnated.
While he was lying in the hospital with his computer squeaking from the heat, Diao Yiwen's work was being handed over to Yan Zishan for revision in person, telling her what was good and what was not good, and how she should write if she wanted to win an award.
Yan Zishan is a well-known writer in China. There are several domestic writers who have been on the odds list for the Nobel Prize in Literature all year round. He is one of them, with the odds ranking seventh.
Fortunately, Wang Zixu didn’t know about this. If he knew about it, he might be even more disheartened and would not even dare to submit an article.
(End of this chapter)