Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

The reason I was injured and hospitalized was to investigate an illegal factory.

"The factory is full of people who have been tricked into going there, and they have no way to get out."

Tao Zhou recounted how he mingled with the crowd and voluntarily went to work in an illegal factory.

The people in the illegal factories are awful. They beat and verbally abuse the workers, confiscate their ID cards and electronic devices, lock them up, and force them to work all they can do. Some factories even deny them sleep.

Tao Zhou risked his life to get in; the hidden camera on his body recorded everything, and he was discovered just as he was about to escape.

To integrate into this place, Tao Zhou was tormented for a whole month, leaving him physically weak and unable to even run. In the end, his left leg was broken, and he also suffered various injuries.

Fortunately, after he was discovered, a child took the opportunity to escape. The child, carrying the video that Tao Zhou had given him, went through many hardships to report the incident to the police.

The illegal factory was completely shut down, and Tao Zhou was rescued. He was even presented with a banner and a reward for doing a good deed.

This time, Song Yuzhi genuinely praised him: "You've saved so many families, you're amazing."

Tao Zhou smiled and said, "Those people will most likely be sentenced to death or life imprisonment. After all, that illegal factory is underground and has killed quite a few people."

"They should all be sentenced to death; those kinds of people would only harm others if they were still alive."

As they chatted, they talked about Tao Zhou's school experience, saying that he studied journalism but later fell in love with photography.

"You like photography too? What a coincidence, I like it too."

Tao Zhou took out his camera and showed it to Song Yuzhi. It was a picture he had taken of the scenery outside the window while Song Yuzhi was unconscious.

The nameless little bird on the tree by the window in the early morning, the red glow of the evening sky, and the setting sun hanging halfway in the distance.

When it rains, the mist by the window allows you to vaguely see the distant green mountains.

"Great job, Brother Zhou. You look so professional. It doesn't look like you're self-taught at all."

"I just bought some courses, which is barely presentable."

As Tao Zhou was speaking, Song Yuzhi raised his camera and started taking pictures of him.

Tao Zhou quickly struck a pose facing the window, the light falling on his face, making his gentle features pleasing to the eye.

Song Yuzhi liked beautiful things, so naturally he also liked beautiful pottery boats.

Previously, she only wanted to use him, but now she has decided from the bottom of her heart to be his friend.

However, we should still make use of them; it would be foolish not to use someone who is a useful tool.

The next day, the opportunity he had been waiting for for two weeks finally arrived.

Perhaps Song's mother and father remembered that they still had a son in the hospital, so they came to make a show of it.

"Alright, stop putting on that long face. I brought you the study materials, so you better study hard. If you missed the college entrance exam this year, you can try again next year."

“We work so hard to earn money, isn’t it all for you? If you go to a good university and become successful in the future, don’t forget us.”

Song Yuzhi leaned against the hospital bed, her expression numb. A large stack of study materials was piled on the small table in front of her, and the entire ward was filled with the curses of Song's parents.

Perhaps seeing that Song Yuzhi remained silent, Song's mother stepped forward and habitually reached out to pinch his arm.

A hand reached out and slapped her hand away.

"Auntie, your son has been in a vegetative state for more than half a year. You don't care about him, fine, but why did you hit him?"

This is Tao Zhou's voice.

Tao Zhou, whose leg was still in a cast, walked over with a cane, clearly intending to stand up for Song Yuzhi.

Song's mother glanced at him. The young man was tall and thin, but handsome.

She snorted coldly: "It's you again. What does it have to do with you how I discipline my son? If you think it's noisy, then move out. The ward isn't just for you."

Tao Zhou also said somewhat angrily:

“But you haven’t paid any medical bills since he woke up. I’ve paid for the ward and the caregiver’s fees. Since he’s your son, you should pay me.”

"Oh, by the way, settle the medical bills at the same time. The hospital has records of the rehabilitation training and medication costs during this period."

When Song's mother heard that it was he who had paid the expenses for Song Yuzhi, she cursed him inwardly, thinking he was a great traitor.

She said sarcastically, "You must be really rich. You're so rich, yet you pity my son. Giving him some money is like giving alms to a beggar. How can you expect it back?"

"Besides, you gave the money willingly; I didn't ask you for it."

Looking at Song Yuzhi, her eyes darted around: "How about this, since you're the one who spent this money on him, he'll be the one to pay it back. You can also supervise him to study hard so he can find a good job in the future and earn money to pay you back, right?"

In fact, she never intended for Song Yuzhi to repay the money. It wasn't her who asked him to give it to her, and they didn't write an IOU, so the money didn't need to be repaid.

Tao Zhou had seen shameless people before, but he had never seen anyone so shameless.

He was so taken aback that he couldn't speak, and could only point at her and say:

“This won’t do. We’re in the same ward. I thought something had happened to your family, which is why I didn’t come to the hospital to take care of him. Who knew that you two really don’t care about the life or death of your child?”

Seeing that he couldn't win the argument, Song's mother immediately became smug:

"So what? We can live a life of luxury at home, and we just don't want to come and take care of him, so what?"

"Let me tell you, he is my son, and he must listen to me for the rest of his life. Even his death must be with my consent, otherwise he deserves to be drowned in everyone's spittle."

She looked at Song Yuzhi, who was silently shedding tears, and her smile widened:

“Look at his pathetic state. So what if he jumped off a building? As long as I cry, there are plenty of people on the internet who will stand by my side and help me to curse this unfilial son.”

She spat at Song Yuzhi: "Giving birth to such a thing is bad luck. Why aren't you doing your homework? Are you thinking of jumping off a building again?"

"I'm telling you, if you dare to jump..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Yu, with a sudden burst of strength, scrambled out of bed and stumbled toward the window.

"Xiaozhi!"

Tao Zhou was terrified, but his leg was still in a cast, so he couldn't walk fast at all.

Song's parents stood there, their faces filled with anger at his behavior.

"Jump! Jump now! We're already planning for a second child anyway, so if you die, you die. Nobody's going to pay to save you this time."

Song Yuzhi stood by the window, the wind from the sixth floor blowing in from outside. He felt as if all his strength had been drained, yet he still desperately tried to climb out of the window.

The image of him falling to his death flashed through Song's mother's mind, and she began to plan how she could sue the hospital and get a large sum of money.

"Oh no, Song Yuzhi, calm down." The doctor's urgent voice came from the doorway.

Song Yuzhi paused for a moment, and in that instant, Tao Zhou, who had staggered over, reached out and hugged his thin body into his arms, and immediately closed the window.