Chapter 98 The End of the World and Cold Wonderland

Chapter 98 The End of the World and Cold Wonderland

Chapter 98 The End of the World and Cold Wonderland

When Wang Zixu woke up, he found himself in a pale scene.

There were shadows all around him, and everything was shrouded in a pale halo, as if someone had placed a piece of frosted glass covered with water vapor in front of his eyes. He was suspended in this paleness like a helicopter, and only the sky above his head was flickering with warm yellow light and dots of stars, making him feel like he was in a fairyland.

If he was in fairyland, he was probably dead.

Thinking of death, Wang Zixu felt relieved.

No need to think about the list of responsibilities, no need to think about the gazes of others, and no need to think about who will win the Nobel Prize in Literature 50 times from now on or in the future.

He hoped that there would be an unlimited supply of bountiful harvests in Wonderland, and secondly, at least one squatting machine - if the world came to an end here and time came to an end here, he would at least have unlimited freedom, enough to create 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 towards him, "Family of bed No. 76, is the family of bed No. 76 here?"

A woman next to him responded, "Hey, here I come!"

The woman walked over and discussed something in a low voice. Wang Zixu's eyes began to focus, and he realized that the light shining above his head was a hanging bottle, and there was still half a bottle of clear liquid left in it.

The air smelled of oranges, rice, disinfectant, and urine containing saline. The sun shone obliquely, leaving a few fiery red lines on the back of his hand. The needle buried in the skin was wrapped with adhesive tape, and the glucose solution flowed silently into his body, leaving his wrist cold.

"Are you awake?"

The woman came back. She put a warm and soft hand on his forehead and tested his body temperature. It was unknown what she found out. The woman withdrew her hand without saying a word and sat back to play with her phone.

He turned his head and looked at the "family member of bed No. 76".

She sat on a sky blue chair beside the bed, her long legs wrapped in black stockings crossed and slanted, covering the area of ​​her tight skirt that was easily exposed. Silver earrings were visible under her loose black hair, and her lipstick-coated red lips were particularly eye-catching in the paleness.

For a moment he thought it was his wife, but when he looked closely he realized it was Ye Lan. Prince stared at Ye Lan for a while before realizing, oh, I was in the hospital.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"About 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 knew that you two would dare to speak and the other one to listen? You are really two donkeys. Two stubborn donkeys, two stubborn donkeys who are stinky, hard, stupid and twisted..."

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

Ye Lan said: "Lack of sleep, malnutrition, hypoglycemia, anxiety, and possibly a little high intraocular pressure."

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

Ye Lan glared at him: "What do you mean by 'just like that'? The doctor said that this is the first time he has seen someone work himself to the point of fainting."

Wang Zixu asked: "Why do I have blood in my stool?"

"After discussion, we all agreed that it might be because you ate too much red amaranth at noon. That's not blood, it's red pigment."

"..."

Wang Zixu felt relieved. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He breathed a sigh of relief.

He never had a physical examination. He thought that all his problems would be discovered through examinations. He knew that this idea of ​​hiding his illness and avoiding medical treatment was totally wrong, but he refused to change. So when he saw the red in the toilet, he felt that he had finally received retribution. He fainted with relief.

Who knows, it sounds like there are so many problems, but none of them can kill him. His health is much better than he thought.

"That was close. I thought there was no chance."

Ye Lan looked at him: "What opportunity?"

“A chance to win a Nobel Prize.”

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

"The Nobel Prize in Literature is not awarded to the dead. Once you are dead, you have no chance of winning the prize."

"Hahahaha... this joke is okay. You still have the energy to make a joke. It looks like you'll be discharged from the hospital soon."

Wang Zixu lifted the quilt: "I can be discharged from the hospital now."

Ye Lan seemed to have expected this from him. She covered him with the quilt and put her hand on his leg: "Are you really going to die? The doctor said you need to stay in the hospital for at least one day for observation!"

Wang Zixu felt a little weak. He struggled for a while but failed to get up. He lay back on the bed, feeling quite desperate.

I have already wasted several hours today.

He could have finished writing a script of several thousand words, completed the call for papers for the Xihe Literary Society, and prepared for the next day's classes... Unfortunately, all this time was wasted, and he would have to waste a whole day in the damn hospital.

He suddenly felt very regretful, regretting every day he had spent doing nothing in his life. He wanted to pray devoutly to the God of Time, asking him to lend him just one more day...

"Haha, Amelia Su is actually allergic to rice, so pitiful!" Ye Lan smiled foolishly at the phone beside her. ... Just borrow her time.

Wang Zixu stretched out his body on the hospital bed. He thought he was going to die just now, but for a moment he actually felt very relieved, which made him feel ashamed - if Hemingway knew about this, he would definitely scold him for not having the spirit of a tough guy.

If he died, Gou Yingbiao would pretend to be sad and give a speech at his funeral, and then award this year's excellence to Diao Yiwen; if he died, Qing Yan would truly stand on the same starting line as Wen Ai, and Qiu Ze would laugh his teeth off; if he died, the Nobel Prize in Literature would be awarded to 50 other writers without any fuss, and he would not be among them.

In short, if he died, it would be a wonderful thing for many people, but not for him. Even for this reason, he had to live well.

When fate is not on your side, living well is the greatest struggle against it.

Wang Zixu turned around and asked, "Why are you here to accompany me? Where are the script writers?"

Ye Lan said: "Originally, one of them should have been the one to accompany me, but I was too enthusiastic. I even drove here specially, making them think that I was free, so they just kept me."

Wang Zixu said: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Ye Lan was facing sideways towards him, so his expression couldn't be seen 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 hit on the waist by a pole 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 that they were having an affair.

After Ye Lan received the call, she picked up her high heels in her hand, drove barefoot over at high speed, broke into the base and asked repeatedly, "Where is the person?" Then she helped carry Wang Zixu and dragged him to the hospital in her car.

Because they were too active, everyone thought they were in an ambiguous relationship and left the scene collectively without any prior agreement. Ye Lan was furious when she found that she was the only one left to accompany Wang Zixu, but she couldn't just leave Wang Zixu alone, so she had to sit here and play with her phone.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, as long as you don't ask me to carry shit or piss, I'll be happy to help out a little."

What Wang Zixu didn't know was that Ye Lan didn't want to sit in the hospital and play with her phone. She was sitting here just waiting for Wang Zixu to cause trouble for her. She wasn't afraid of trouble, she was afraid that she would be useless.

Wang Zixu couldn't tell what she was thinking, so he said simply, "Can you get me my laptop? I want to write a novel."

Ye Lan glared: "Still writing? It's already like this, what are you still writing? Have a good rest."

"..."

Wang Zixu glared at her. Women are like this. They are willing to do anything for you at first, but when you really make a suggestion, they are unhappy. This seems very unkind. So Wang Zixu glared at her.

Ye Lan didn't think she was being unkind, she thought she was doing it for Wang Zixu's health. But she wasn't unhappy when Wang Zixu glared at her.

Because of oxytocin, she felt that Wang Zixu was very pitiful now - although he was already 30 years old, he was still like a young man who deserved care and needed a loving hug. Of course, she didn't really intend to hug him. It was just a psychological feeling.

Finally, Ye Lan's tone softened a little: "Just take a good rest, why do you have to rush to do it? It won't make a difference in one or two days."

"The day after tomorrow is the deadline. If I don't write today, or tomorrow, there's no need to write after that."

Ye Lan felt sorry for him again and said, "Forget it, forget it. I really can't do anything about you. I'll just go get it."

Ye Lan walked towards the door, then suddenly turned back and asked, "Do you have any other needs besides writing novels?"

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

Ye Lan went out. She had always thought Wang Zixu was a weirdo, and now she thought he was even more weirdo.

When Ye Lan came back, the prince humbly placed the laptop on his lap with satisfaction.

His laptop was an LNV model he bought five years ago, and it was as heavy as an ox. It had only been running for two minutes when it began to pant loudly and heat up as fast as frying an egg, making him grimace with heat.

He had no choice but to push the laptop forward as far as possible, but under the influence of gravity, it always fell down and hit his lower abdomen. And when he moved, the place where the needle was inserted in his hand swelled up like a pig's hoof.

Ye Lan stared at his twisted face with a strange look on her face, and she felt that he was more and more strange. But how could he tell her about this? If he did, she would blame him for being so formalistic in the hospital, which was worse than a chicken baby. Wang Zixu could only swallow his anger and suffer for himself first.

He thought in despair, this poor writing environment alone had already widened the gap between him and Lin Luo and Shen Qingfeng. Why was he always so unlucky at critical moments?

From his thoughts, we can know that Prince Xu is still a little childish at the age of 30. If he is considered unlucky, he has been unlucky since he was born.

While he was lying in the hospital, being burned by the computer, Diao Yiwen's work was being handed to Yan Zishan for face-to-face revision. He told her what was good and what was not, and how she should write if she wanted to win a prize.

Yan Zishan is a well-known writer in China. There are several domestic writers who have been on the Nobel Prize in Literature odds list for many years. He is one of them, ranking 7th in odds.

Fortunately, Wang Zixu didn't know about this. If he knew, he might be even more discouraged and would not even dare to submit his work.

(End of this chapter)