Rebirth of Chen An

He didn't die the first time he collapsed, but if he did it a second time, it would be an extremely stupid thing.

At least for Chen Changan, he would not shoot a bullet to his temple again.

If you can't die, then live well, but the current situation is not much better for him than dying and going to hell.

Wearing a white coat and standing in front of the mirror in the hospital toilet, Chen Changan tightly grasped the washstand with both hands and closed his eyes forcefully. He never thought that this kind of thing that didn't know whether it was rebirth or time travel, or some kind of ghost would happen in his body.

But why did he have to be reborn on this kind of person?

Chen Changan endured the urge to kill and slowly opened his eyes, staring intently at the person in the mirror who was also staring at him intently:

A 160-jin fat man looks like a Zhu Bajie who can walk on his hind hoofs!

Led by the two front teeth, the upper teeth rush out as if they are about to go to the battlefield to charge at any time;

If the pair of short-sighted glasses that were pressing on the bridge of his nose were thrown away now, he would be indistinguishable from animals five meters away;

"Hold."

Chen Chang'an is not a person who likes to swear, but now this word is the only word to describe his terrible mood. He looked at the strange himself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile wryly.

Is this God punishing him?

"Uncle, Uncle Chen, are you alright?" A young man wearing glasses hurried in from the outside, with five finger prints on his clean and white face.

Chen Changan glanced at the young man next to him, those clear, black eyes filled with concern suddenly reminded him of his younger brother, like a piece of white paper, a bay of clear spring, so clean that he dared not approach him.

"Uncle Chen, the doctor told you to lie down on the hospital bed, so don't move around." The bookish-looking young man helped Chen Chang'an back to the ward slowly.

Chen Chang'an leaned back on the hospital bed. He glanced at the somewhat crude ward. There was no TV, no refrigerator, and the three of them were squeezed into a small room. He almost forgot what a ward in an ordinary hospital looked like.

The pungent smell of needle water made Chen Changan feel a little sick. He poured water for him, and the young man who was peeling an apple looked over.

Seeing him looking at him, the young man cut the peeled apple into small pieces and handed it over, while comforting him, he said, "Uncle, the house can be rebuilt if it collapses, and you can earn it slowly even if the money is gone. You are only in your 30s." , there are still many opportunities in the future.”

"Look at the KFC grandpa in the United States who started his business at the age of 66 and now has KFC. We also have people like Shi Yuzhu in China who went bankrupt and then rose again. Uncle, you will definitely make a comeback in the future."

Listening to the young man's rambling words, Chen Chang'an slowly closed his eyes, he had to sort out his thoughts.

His current identity is a person who committed suicide by cutting his wrists because of business failure and bankruptcy. He has the same surname as him, or even a similar name, except that the word "long" is missing in the middle.

Chen An, 32 years old, is indeed still young.

Leaving aside the horrible appearance of obesity, high myopia and buck teeth, the age of 32 is the golden age of a man, and when he collapsed himself, as Chen Changan, he was already in his 40s.

All in all, it's barely a profit.

Chen An comforted himself silently in his heart.

"What's your name?" Chen An opened his mouth. Although his appearance was a little rough, his voice was pleasant, a pleasant baritone.

The young man who was eating an apple almost choked, stared at the man on the bed with wide eyes, and shouted anxiously: "Uncle! I am Chen Yang! Don't you remember?"