Chapter 101 The Silly Guy Returns!
Warm liquid slid down Wen Yao's neck, quickly wetting her thin, breathable pajamas.
Wen Yao's mind was in complete chaos, and her breathing became erratic.
Fu Jinzhi, is she crying?
She laboriously reached out her hands and gently patted Fu Jinzhi's back: "It's okay, it's okay, Xiao Fu, it's all over now."
Fu Jinzhi looked up, loosening his grip slightly but refusing to let go, his voice low and hoarse: "I almost passed away too."
Wen Yao: "?"
Fu Jinzhi: "I almost died."
Well, Wen Yao was helpless, but looking at Fu Jinzhi's red eyes, she couldn't bring herself to say anything offensive.
Fu Jinzhi's emotions gradually calmed down, but he felt a little embarrassed.
Why did he cry in front of Wen Yao? This is so damaging to his image. Will Wen Yao look down on him?
He cleared his throat, regaining his composure, and jokingly said to Wen Yao:
"If you don't wake up soon, I'm already preparing to write my will."
"So many hospitals couldn't find the cause of your illness, and you still haven't woken up. I'm even thinking of just going with you."
Wen Yao's eyes sparkled with emotion, then she rejected Fu Jinzhi:
"Don't think about dying all the time. You still have to remember to burn paper money for me."
"One of us has to survive, so we can cook something for ourselves every year!"
Sheng Yi listened at the door for a long time, but he couldn't stand it anymore. He originally wanted Fu Jinzhi to go back to his room to sleep, but he bumped into Wen Yao waking up.
His face scrunched up like a bitter gourd, as if he had seen something filthy, and his voice was harsh:
"Why are you acting out stories of life and death, or love between humans and ghosts?"
"She just slept for a long time, and nothing happened to her."
"But Lao Fu, if you don't get some rest, you're going to die from overwork!"
Wen Yao stared blankly at the doorway. Uh, who is this again?
She feels like she's been offline for a few days, then a new character is released in the game, and when she logs back in, she can't keep up.
News of Wen Yao's awakening spread quickly, and family and friends took turns visiting her.
Even Fu Yitu's parents paused their honeymoon to come and visit.
Lu Yile even brought Zhao Guang to Wen Yao's house to apologize.
Wen Yao was surprised. Why should Zhao Guang apologize for the case that An Rou Rou planned?
Lu Yile patted Zhao Guang, signaling him to speak.
Zhao Guang said awkwardly, "I helped An Rou Rou deal with a medical dispute before. Later, at Fu Yi Tu's birthday party, I noticed something was wrong, so I investigated it again."
“That child could have been saved, but An Rourou stopped his parents and said she could save him.”
"But halfway through the rescue, she received a phone call and immediately abandoned the treatment and left."
"The child's parents didn't have time to stop her, so they could only take the child to the hospital again, but by then it was too late..."
Zhao Guang said guiltily, "An Rourou received a call from someone in the industry. She probably felt that the fame she gained from saving someone was not worth the money."
Lu Yile's gaze was icy: "Knowing the truth and still not calling the police, practicing medicine illegally is enough to give her a hard time."
If An Rourou had gone to prison earlier, how would she have had the chance to harm her Yaoyao?
"After all, she saved my life, whatever her motives were." A hint of confusion flashed in Zhao Guang's eyes, but that wasn't the whole reason.
It seems a bit strange; he had never previously considered sending An Rourou to prison.
Wen Yao had no doubts. The world's consciousness favored the female protagonist, making it difficult for ordinary people to harbor malice towards her or have the ability to harm her.
If Wen Yao hadn't subtly altered the plot, even if An Rourou had called the police at Fu Yitu's birthday party, she would have escaped punishment in some bizarre way.
To put it bluntly, even if you stand in front of the supermarket shelves, you can't buy those products if you don't have enough money.
The plot deviation points are like currency; you need to accumulate enough to unlock the female lead's exit.
It took Wen Yao several days just to appease the relatives and friends who came to visit.
Finally having a moment of peace, Wen Yao lay on the sofa and sighed, "It's such a sweet burden."
8848's voice was joyful: [Host, quickly lock the door!]
Wen Yao was puzzled, but still locked the door from the inside. "What's wrong...wow!"
In the instant she turned around, Wen Yao saw a little boy in the center of the room. He was less than 1.4 meters tall, with black hair and golden eyes.
He was so handsome it was almost uncanny, like a BJD doll, and exuded an inhuman aura.
The boy waved, "Host~"
That familiar name, that familiar mechanical voice, it's 8848!
Before Wen Yao could even touch it, 8848 dissipated again.
Wen Yao: "..."
So you just want her to take a look?
At this moment, she wanted to recite a poem:
A loving mother's sword cleaves her wandering son. One hundred and eight sword strikes, each one a critical hit.
Upon hearing Wen Yao's inner thoughts, 8848's arrogance gradually subsided, and his mechanical voice sounded aggrieved:
[Insufficient permissions. You can only appear once a day, for 30 seconds each time.]
[You see, I always appear in a child-like form.]
Okay, Wen Yao accepted 8848's explanation.
Recalling 8848's appearance just now, Wen Yao touched her chin and said, "Your system actually looks quite human!"
8848 is speechless: [It's just an image transformation; what you see isn't my real appearance.]
[Take Yuan Wenyao, whom you're familiar with, for example. She's completely different in your eyes from my eyes.]
Wen Yao's understanding was rather weak. Anyway, it was the same old story: how could someone as human as her understand 8848, who was all code?
The next day, Wen Yao went to the Fu family's old residence to visit Madam Fu.
Madam Fu was the most delicate and frail person she knew, like a delicate flower that could not withstand wind and rain, and would wither if she was not careful.
For example, when Wen Yao was unconscious a few days ago, Madam Fu was so frightened that she developed a migraine.
When people feel unwell, they tend to become pessimistic.
Madam Fu leaned back on the sofa, her posture languid, a look of worry on her face: "Yaoyao, do you know about the earthquake that happened on Zhudao Island a few days ago?"
"I saw photos from the area; although no one died, there were many injured."
Madam Fu sighed, "Their worship hall was severely damaged, and the urns were shattered all over the floor."
As she spoke, Madam Fu's beautiful eyes filled with tears, "I don't know if the dead are conscious, or if they know they will face another tribulation after death, but,"
"How sad the surviving relatives must be, having lost their last hope."
As early as when Madam Fu mentioned the Zhudao earthquake, Wen Yao had already started searching online.
Cows can moo.
Sheep bleat.
Cats meow.
Dogs bark.
Chickens are for those who are prepared.
So when Madam Fu sadly mentioned the urn, Wen Yao immediately showed her the witty remarks of the people of Zhudao Island.
Wen Yao: "Mom, you need to be more optimistic. Look at how the victims are still finding joy amidst their suffering."
Madam Fu looked closely and saw that it was an interview video from the worship hall, which showed the relatives and friends of the deceased in the urn.
An old man smiled optimistically: "This is what 'mixing everything into one jar' means!"
The young man next to him didn't look sad either. He patted his friend and said to the reporter:
"We've been best brothers for over 20 years. I've always said that his dad is my dad. Now that we're all in this together, there's no need to distinguish between us!"
My friend nodded and said, "Then let's pray together, so we don't have to pray twice."
Madam Fu: "..."
It was supposed to be a very serious and sad thing, but now she felt like laughing.
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