Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Old Fu didn't eat dinner; he had such a headache that he couldn't eat.

It was unbearably hot at night. After his dizziness finally subsided, he carried a bucket of cold water and prepared to take a cold shower.

"This weather is terrible."

It's so incredibly hot. It seems even God doesn't want ordinary people like us to live.

He carried the bucket shakily to the thatched hut in the backyard.

He was wearing shorts, revealing two thin, almost atrophied calves, and he was muttering as he struggled to carry the water.

"This boss is ruthless; he even dared to hit me."

He had to bend over and rest after every step he took, and his thin short-sleeved shirt revealed his prominent spine.

It was as if she was comforting herself: "Boys have to be a little ruthless. You can't go far if you're soft-hearted. I'm just too soft-hearted."

He took the light bulb from Song Xianyin's room and hung it here in the thatched hut.

The light illuminated the deep lines on his face, revealing that he was the most leisurely person in the family, yet he aged much faster than his peers.

Old Fu was about to pour water over himself with a ladle when he felt the scene in front of him suddenly shake violently.

He started feeling dizzy again, panting heavily, and planned to finish the shower with his eyes closed.

"What a disaster! What a disaster! Why isn't Song Qin coming back?"

"If you don't come back soon, your man will die."

After finally finishing his shower, his head was throbbing so badly that he put a cold towel on his forehead, which finally relieved the dizziness a little.

He didn't sleep well all night, feeling nauseous all the time, but when he leaned over the bed, he couldn't vomit.

Around noon, the same group of people who usually played cards at his house came knocking on the door again.

"Old Fu, you're still not up? Time to play cards! You won so much yesterday, you can't run away today."

Old Fu, pale-faced, got out of bed, leaned against the wall to open the door, and cursed, "How could I possibly run away? Keep fighting!"

The man was startled by Lao Fu's pale face: "What happened to you? You look so scary."

Old Fu waved his hand dismissively: "It's nothing, I just had a slight fever."

Several people squeezed in: "Your health has deteriorated to this extent. You never do any work, and your health is getting worse."

"I'm destined to enjoy life, why should I work?" Old Fu took out cards from the cabinet.

As soon as they sat down, they started puffing away on cigarettes again.

The man offered the cigarette to Lao Fu, but Lao Fu shook his head.

The villagers frowned: "You don't want it again? Don't actually invite us to a feast later."

He glanced at the injury on Lao Fu's forehead: "When are you going to go to town to get your brain checked? You seem to be getting more and more out of sorts."

"I don't want to see it," Old Fu replied impatiently, and then began shuffling the cards.

His reaction time was unusually slow today, and he lost several games in a row.

Normally, Lao Fu would curse a few times, but today he didn't even have the energy to curse. His eyes were drooping as he quietly played his cards.

While he was playing, he suddenly felt thirsty and got up to pour himself a glass of water.

He was already panting heavily after walking just this short distance. He finally managed to fill the cup with water, but after taking two steps forward, the cup fell straight to the ground.

Old Fu was still staring at the cup on the ground, not quite understanding what was happening.

The cup was in his hand, how could it have fallen to the ground?

The elderly man who was coaxing his grandson saw him like this and poured him another glass of water.

"Old Fu, this isn't right. If you don't go to the hospital soon, it will become a serious problem."

Old Fu shook his head: "Is this a big problem? I was much more seriously ill when I was young, and I'm still alive."

The old man shook his head, looking worried: "I feel like you have a deathly aura about you today."

Old Fu's face immediately changed: "Go away, go away, what are you saying that's unlucky? You old man, you're so old and you still do these things."

"Grandma, why don't you take your grandson somewhere else to play? We're all playing cards here, it's a downer to say something like that," one of the card players chimed in.

The old man shook his head, picked up his grandson, and left.

When people get old, they become annoying; what she said is true.

Old Fu sat at the table and continued playing cards. He played two rounds in a row, and with each move he felt he had used up all his strength.

He didn't have the energy to join in the jokes the others were telling, and could only manage a weak smile at them.

By the fifth round, he was playing his cards even slower.

The others were getting impatient: "Old Fu, if you keep this up, we're not playing with you anymore!"

"Exactly, exactly. If you take so long to release your content, everyone's just waiting for you."

Old Fu lowered his eyes and shook his head, trying to see the cards in his hand.

Just as everyone else was about to start complaining again, Lao Fu's cards suddenly scattered all over the floor with a "clatter".

He fell backward heavily, crashing to the ground.

Everyone else was stunned, staring in disbelief at the scene before them.

They quickly realized what was happening and surrounded them in alarm.

"Old Fu, are you alright?!"

The others were in a panic.

"Quickly, help him up! Help him up!"

"What are you talking about? Don't touch him, he'll die."

"Old Fu!"

Everyone gathered around, staring fearfully at Lao Fu's face. Lao Fu's eyes were already unfocused, and a trickle of blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Everyone else was stunned, and they exchanged glances.

"Quickly call Dr. Li over here!"

"Someone's going to die!"

The village immediately tensed up. The dog, which was hiding in the shade, was frightened by the noise and kept barking. The chickens were pushed around by the crowd and ran around in a panic, defecating as they ran.

The weather in Linhai City is milder, and Song Qin is chatting with the owner of the noodle shop.

"I'll make you a dress for your birthday," Song Qin smiled at the shop owner.

The proprietress waved her hand sheepishly, "Why would I wear a skirt? I have to work every day."

“You’ll always have times when you’re not working and have nothing to do, so you can wear it then. We can go shopping like those young people.” Song Qin looked at the students on the street with some envy.

If she had grown up in that kind of environment, she would have been incredibly happy.

Suddenly, she felt a twitch in her left eye, and she reached out and touched it.

The proprietress raised an eyebrow when she saw her movement: "A twitching left eye means good fortune, a twitching right eye means bad luck. You're about to make a fortune."

"That would be the best if we could get rich." Song Qin couldn't stop smiling.

Her luck has been very good lately, so she went to have her fortune told again. The fortune teller said that she would have a lot of good luck in the next few years.

The two ate watermelon and chatted about the future.

Inside the apartment building, Song Qin's phone kept ringing. After ringing several times, the room returned to silence.

Fu Zhiyi opened her eyes groggily, wondering if her mother's phone had just rung.

She closed her eyes and listened for a while, but heard no sound.

Fu Zhiyi went back to sleep; she must have just been dreaming.