Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

And so, Song Yuzhi lay in the room with the other person for more than half a year until she woke up now.

The nurse spoke to the person in the bed outside through the curtain, and then left.

Perhaps seeing that the nurse had left, Song's mother began to verbally abuse Song Yuzhi again.

"You're such a troublemaker. Don't think you're so great just because you have people helping you here. Wait till you get home, and I'll break your legs."

Song Yuzhi coughed a few times; his voice, which hadn't been uttered for a long time, was hoarse and weak, as if he were about to faint at any moment.

Seeing him like this, Song's mother became even angrier. Pointing at him, she yelled louder, "Keep pretending! Don't think you can..."

"Can you shut up? This ward isn't just for you."

A gentle male voice came from behind, and Song's mother stopped speaking.

But she's the kind of person who'll argue even when she's wrong, so it's impossible for her to admit she's wrong now.

"What's wrong with me disciplining my son? We also paid the hospital fees, why can't I say anything?"

The man sneered, "You can continue, but I will record this and call the police."

Hearing that the police had been called again, Song's mother was annoyed, thinking that Song Yuzhi was the one who caused the trouble. She glared at him angrily, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Mr. Song was a spineless man to begin with. Seeing Mrs. Song leave, he hurriedly followed, muttering, "How could I have given birth to such a thing?"

The ward fell silent. Song Yuzhi had a terrible headache. The setting sun outside the window and the gloom that welled up in his heart caused tears to fall from the corners of his eyes.

He knew that this was the original owner of Song Yuzhi's emotions. That child had longed for his parents' love for eighteen years, only to receive endless insults and beatings in return.

During the two days she was unconscious, Song Yuzhi almost relived the original owner's short eighteen years in her dreams.

Song Yu, who was loved by her parents, couldn't understand why there were such parents in the world.

They were the ones who gave birth to this body. Since they chose to be born, why couldn't they treat it well?

Until a system called 211 told him that the original owner, Song Yuzhi, had swapped bodies with him, and that the original owner was doing well in his original world.

Song Yuzhi felt a little better after his heart ached with anger. As for his future life, he wasn't in a hurry. Once he recovered, he would definitely make those two scumbags pay the price.

Tears streamed down her face, and Song Yuzhi couldn't help but sniffle.

"Need help, little one?" the male voice from before rang out.

Song Yuzhi paused, her eyes darting around, and said in a hoarse, unpleasant voice:

"Yes, I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"

There was a sigh on the other end: "Can I come and see you? Don't be afraid, I'm a good person."

Song Yuzhi, like a rabbit that had let its guard down, said, "Okay, alright, but I... I'm not feeling well..."

The curtain was pulled open with a whoosh, and Song Yuzhi saw a young man leaning on a cane. The sun had completely set, so Song Yuzhi couldn't see his face clearly, only that his left leg was in a cast.

He limped over and turned on the light in the ward.

Song Yuzhi saw his appearance clearly; it was as gentle and refined as his voice, and he looked over with a faint smile.

The young man pulled out a tissue from the side and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Song Yuzhi's eyes.

"My name is Tao Zhou, little friend. What's your name?"

The boy was thin and frail, his face still showing signs of immaturity, yet he was incredibly emaciated. In Tao Zhou's eyes, he was just a child.

Song Yuzhi blinked her wet eyes and said, "Song Yuzhi, I'm sorry, I disturbed you."

"No need to apologize, you didn't bother me."

His voice was so gentle that Song Yuzhi couldn't help but wonder if the original owner of this body had met someone so gentle to him earlier, would he have stopped jumping off the building?

No, no matter how kind a stranger is, their sunshine belongs to them. Even if the light they radiate can warm them for a moment, it is only for a moment.

"Are you feeling unwell? Have you hired a caregiver?" Tao Zhou asked.

Song Yu knew he was too weak to get up. His irresponsible parents had left without leaving anything behind, so it was clear that no one was taking care of him.

"I don't know, I just woke up."

Tao Zhou nodded: "How about I find you a caregiver?"

Tao Zhou, who usually doesn't meddle in other people's business, couldn't help but feel sorry for Song Yuzhi's plight after seeing his beautiful eyes.

"Thank you, I will pay you back later."

Tao Zhou comforted him, "Don't rush, focus on getting better first, don't think about anything else."

He sat by Song Yuzhi's bedside for a while, then went back to his own bed.

"Little friend, may I open the curtain?"

"Yeah, sure."

After a pause, Song Yuzhi said again, "I'm not, little friend."

He is eighteen years old and an adult.

Tao Zhou chuckled: "Okay, then I'll call you Xiao Zhi from now on, and you can call me Brother Zhou too."

"Brother Zhou," Song Yuzhi whispered.

"Yes, that's how you say it."

When Tao Zhou moved in, he knew that the person inside was in a vegetative state and was the teenager who had caused a stir more than half a year ago by jumping off a building.

When the news was broadcast, some people saw Song's mother crying and criticized Song Yuzhi for being rebellious, thinking that he was just too well-off and pretentious.

Even when Song's mother went on a rampage and verbally abused Song Yuzhi, netizens felt that it was a sign of her disappointment and frustration.

What mother doesn't love her child?

Kids these days aren't disciplined enough. If it were our generation, we'd break the belts.

[They're always talking about depression. It's just studying, is it really that big of a deal? Back in our day, we didn't even have the money to study. These kids are just taking their good fortune for granted.]

What's the use of a child like this? Their mental resilience is too weak; they'll only be doomed when they enter society.

Kids these days spend too much time on their phones, so we shouldn't be too lenient with them.

Amidst the constant attacks on a child driven to despair, Tao Zhou felt that the world was strange; they were infinitely tolerant of their parents but incredibly harsh on their children.

He couldn't help but look at the boy on the hospital bed, wondering if being saved like this was a blessing or a curse.

They recuperated in two hospital beds for a week or two.

Song Yuzhi gradually recovered. The doctor would come to help him with rehabilitation. He was slowly able to eat and even sit up.

During this period, Song's parents did not appear, and even Song Yuzhi's medical expenses were stopped.

It was only after the doctor told Song Yuzhi that she learned that Tao Zhou had helped pay her medical bills after she woke up.

"Brother Zhou, I'll pay you back later."

He used to be a young master. Although he was uneducated and incompetent, he was quite skilled in many things. At worst, he could find a photography job and pay back Tao Zhou first.

After all, this was the first kind person he had met in this world, besides doctors and nurses.

"No rush, you should focus on getting better first."

Over the past two weeks, Song Yuzhi has come to know that Tao Zhou is a self-media blogger full of a sense of justice.