"Abao, hurry up, the radiology department will be closing soon."

Zhang Xu said helplessly, "Dad, I'm fine. I probably just didn't get enough rest during the Chinese New Year period."

Mr. Zhang: "How could nothing be wrong? Didn't the doctor say that this disease usually affects the elderly? You're so young to have this disease. What if you develop Alzheimer's?"

Zhang Xu's lips twitched, and she stopped talking.

He reached into his pocket to take out the necklace from his neck, but then realized there was something in his pocket.

A slip of paper, a string of numbers.

telephone number?

"Hurry up, Abao, it's your turn, go quickly."

Mr. Zhang took the clothes from her and pushed her inside. Zhang Xu had no choice but to put the note in her pocket and hurriedly enter the CT room.

Lying on the bed in the CT room, the experiences she had gone through flooded her mind like a movie, frame by frame, as clear as if it were playing on Blu-ray. She could even recall the feelings she had at the time.

Do I ever have such a dream?

Zhang Xu tried to stand up, but then she heard the doctor shout, "Patient, lie still and don't move!"

The CT scanner started beeping, and Zhang Xu felt inexplicably nervous.

As the beep sounded, a familiar voice popped into Zhang Xu's mind.

"Host, are you alright?"

Depend on!

Zhang Xu then realized that she hadn't just had a dream, but had actually existed.

What happened?

Waaaaah, the little world has collapsed, so I had no choice but to send you back.

What little world?

Actually, when an author puts down their pen, the world they create becomes its own, just like a game. But this world exists parallel to the real world, so there are generally no problems.

If there were no problems, how could it crash?

Sixty-five was a little embarrassed: This story was actually on hiatus for a long time. The author tried to fill in the gaps by contacting many hosts. She contacted Rong Yue, Lu Qinglan, and some unknown supporting characters, even a prop like Xiao Mumu. But in the end, they all stole the original couples. Because too many people were taken away, the small world collapsed.

: Waaaaaah

No wonder you said before that no one had ever succeeded, is that what you meant?

Yes, it's my hard work!

Zhang Xu keenly realized the meaning behind his words: Aren't you the original author of Fei Xue Cheng Ji?

He chuckled dryly without saying a word.

Zhang Xu mentally rolled her eyes at him.

Hehehe, host, I'm leaving now. You and Yan Chenghuan should stay together! I went through a lot of trouble to get him out.

Thinking back on the days they spent together, Zhang Xu's eyes welled up with tears: Where are you going? It was as if she had something important to leave behind.

I have to go fill in the hole! See you later!

A tear rolled down her cheek.

The examination was coming to an end, and the doctor's somewhat mechanical voice rang out.

"Turn left after you leave the house, and you can pick up the results in two hours."

With the existence of Sixty-Five completely gone, Zhang Xu stood up in a daze and walked out following the sound.

He said, "That world collapsed? You mean those people?"

Although some of those people had different stances, they weren't particularly bad people. Are they all gone just like that?

Zhang Xu held the report in her hand, somewhat bewildered.

As I approached the hospital entrance, I saw the doctors take off their white coats, put on their regular clothes, and excitedly run towards the parking lot inside the hospital.

Among the crowd, one pair stood out.

Everyone else got into their cars and happily started the engines, but that couple stood out conspicuously in the crowd.

It wasn't that it was particularly strange; it was just that the two people were standing next to a pink electric scooter. The man was young and handsome, while the woman was middle-aged, yet still very elegant.

"Mom, I already told you not to come pick me up."

"What's wrong, son? You're not happy that I'm here to pick you up? It's such a blessing to have your parents pick you up, don't be ungrateful."

"Then why can't you get a different car? It's not like we don't have a car, why do you have to drive this one?"

Zhang Xu watched her elderly father sitting in the sky-blue car, lost in thought.

"What's wrong with my car? It's so cute, all pink and tender."

"Who would look down on their own parents? Everyone, tell me, isn't that right?"

More and more people gathered to watch the spectacle. The man, as if he couldn't bear to be pointed at, glanced at Zhang Xu's car, ran over like lightning, opened the car door, and jumped in. The movements were swift and smooth.

"Thank you, Sunshine Community!"

They weren't at all shy or reserved.

Zhang Xu looked at that familiar face. For a moment, she didn't know how to speak.

Zhang's father recognized the man as the intern next to the professor, but he didn't mind that the man was treating him like a driver. He cheerfully invited Zhang Xu to get in the car.

"Hello Dr. Yan, what a coincidence, we also live in Sunshine Community. It's on my way."

This four-seater electric car was bought by Zhang Xu's family for her to use after she started working. Because it was small, Zhang's father also liked to drive it around on weekdays. At this moment, with Zhang's father driving, Zhang Xu hesitated for a moment before sitting in the back seat, next to Yan Chenghuan.

The car drove to the traffic light, and the atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

Yan Chenghuan waited for a long time but Zhang Xu didn't speak. She pouted, took out her phone from her pocket, opened her contacts, and found no messages. She immediately felt wronged.

"You didn't add me?"

Zhang Xu was taken aback. She reached into her pocket but found it empty. She figured she must have taken it out during the inspection and accidentally dropped it.

Zhang Xu was a little embarrassed and habitually scratched her head: "It fell out when I was checking just now."

Yan Chenghuan: Hmph, I'm angry!

Seeing his true colors revealed, Zhang Xu raised her hand: "I'm sorry, it was my fault, it's my fault."

Yan Chenghuan crossed his arms and tilted his head back, still looking angry, but his phone quietly pulled up the friends list.

"You promised to take me away, but you left quietly without even coming to find me. You little liar!"

"You big liar!"

Mr. Zhang was driving in front when the green light suddenly turned red. He slammed on the brakes, and the two people in the back seat ended up huddled together.

No wonder you were so angry about being pressured to get married before the New Year. Turns out you already knew someone, but why didn't you say so?

Mr. Zhang was puzzled!