Don't move, say goodbye! [Quick Transmigration]

When Tanjo regained consciousness, it was almost impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

The three walked neatly, without even taking off the mask on his head, and moved his body with difficulty to the wall, and he subconsciously raised his right hand to pull the mask on his face.

System 250: Wait, host, hand...!

The injured finger was touched, and the numb pain nerves finally returned to normal.

Tan Qiao gasped in pain, cold sweat suddenly seeped from his forehead, and his body convulsed uncontrollably.

System 250: Host!Host!Are you OK? !

how could it be ok...

He bit his bloodless lips tightly, curled up and trembled on the ground for a long time, but the pain did not tend to abate, but because of the obstruction of the mask, the air became thinner and thinner under his panting.

The system kept yelling something in his ear, but Tan Qiao could no longer hear it.

He passed out again.

When he woke up for the second time, he saw the white ceiling and the faint smell of disinfectant in his breath. He was finally sent to the hospital.

This time, Tan Qiao was mentally prepared, he didn't move any more, quietly felt the fixed right hand, and looked at the ceiling absently.

After about 5 minutes, he sat up like a zombie.

Because of his movement, the person sitting beside the bed suddenly straightened up and looked at him.

...It's Sheng Zhao.

Sheng Zhao's expression was a little perplexed, he opened his mouth, brought it to his mouth in one breath, and took a long time to hold back a sentence.

"Little Joe...it's all right."

Tan Qiao stared at him blankly, and gradually, the watery light gathered in his eyes, which made his empty eyes glow with a look of despair.

Sheng Zhao was even more panicked.

As if treating a fragile object, Sheng Zhao raised his hand and carefully wiped the water from the corners of his eyes: "Don't cry, it's okay."

This action was like a fuse. Tan Qiao couldn't hold back any longer, and burst into tears with a wow.

"Sheng Zhao, I...my hand..."

Tears flowed out like they didn't want money, and Sheng Zhao's heart fluttered when he heard the hoarse and trembling crying.

He frantically pulled out a tissue, and asked in a panic, "It's all right... It hurts, does it hurt? I just had anesthesia, so let's give it another shot...!"

Whether there is anything wrong, Tan Qiao knows best in his heart.

He burst into tears more fiercely, but he didn't bother with this question any more.

Because Sheng Zhao was not only incoherent, his eyes were black and his face was not much prettier than him, but both his movements and voice were cautious and gentle.

Human beings are creatures who can be strong on their own, but lose their endurance when they are around others.

Tan Qiao cried violently: "It hurts...my hand hurts so much..."

Hearing this, Sheng Zhao tilted his head and cursed something, took several deep breaths to suppress his violent emotions, and hugged him gently.

"I'll call the doctor for pain medication, and you should rest for a while."

Tan Qiao leaned on his shoulder, weeping non-stop, but the crying gradually stopped, her left hand grabbed the hem of his clothes and did not let go.

In desperation, Sheng Zhao could only ring the nurse's bell on the bedside first.

Sheng Zhao tensed up, and couldn't help asking: "We haven't seen each other for half a month, why did you torture yourself into such a miserable state?"

He still doesn't know the reason of the incident, so he can only guess that it has something to do with the design drawing based on the news Su Jinhao gave.

It was miserable enough, Tan Qiao didn't refute, just sniffled and wiped tears on his clothes.

There is no news from the person who went to investigate, Sheng Zhao asked tentatively: "...Are you still looking for him?"

Hearing this, Tan Qiao turned pale and shook her head desperately.

Sheng Zhao quickly patted him on the back reassuringly, he probably knew what he was doing, and his eyes were cold: "Where's your mobile phone? You don't have it on you."

Tan Qiao said intermittently: "...I fell, it broke, I haven't... haven't had time to buy it yet."

Earlier, Gu Chong broke his new mobile phone in the study room. In those few days, most of his savings happened to be used to repay his student loans. There was no salary for the first half of the month, so he never bought a mobile phone.

Sheng Zhao: "Are you an idiot? Do you know how long I've been looking for it? If I don't find it...!"

Since he couldn't find anyone, he had no choice but to ask his elder brother for help. Even so, he searched for a long time.

If it wasn't for Su Jinhao who happened to go to Yemingguan to talk about it that day, I don't know how long Tan Qiao will stay in that dark alley. If the injury can't be treated in time, let alone painting, maybe even daily life. will be affected.

Thinking of this, Sheng Zhao was frightened for a while, the haze in the bottom of the amber eyes deepened, and the tone of his voice raised.

"you…!"

Before he could speak, Tan Qiao flinched in fright.

Sheng Zhao's expression was stiff, he squeezed his lips regretfully, and changed his voice: "...you, you should rest first."

A whole day has passed since the incident happened. While looking for Tan Qiao, Sheng Zhao also called the police for him.

The finger was injured and he could no longer lift the paintbrush. For Tan Qiao, it was undoubtedly a huge blow.

The efforts for the mission were in vain, and the dream of the original owner was shattered. For a moment, Tan Qiao hated this world so much that she even pulled out the needle in despair, only to be severely scolded by Sheng Zhao.

System 250: Host, the fingers will recover after the mission fails and is transferred to the next world.

Tan Qiao said quietly: "Can I die directly? If I die, it will directly judge failure."

System 250 hesitates: theoretically possible...but not recommended, normal teleportation is painless.

If he had known this was the end, he would have given up on this world directly.

There will be no more painful thing than now, the pain at that moment is enough to leave an unforgettable shadow on him.

"What failure?" Sheng Zhao, who came in with the porridge, paused, not daring to answer: "You want to die?!"

Tan Qiaomu kept silent.

Sheng Zhao was obviously full of anger but didn't dare to vent it, so Sheng Zhao walked over and questioned: "Tan Qiao, just can't draw, so you want to die?!"

only…?

Tan Qiao pursed her lips and looked away angrily.

Painting is not only the most important thing in life for the original owner, but also a kind of spiritual sustenance for him who is left behind.

Realizing that he had spoken too seriously, Sheng Zhao paused, cursing Gu Chong and others a hundred and eighty times in his heart.

"It's just that I can't paint for the time being, and it's not that there will be no way in the future. Foreign medical technology is advanced, so let's try it." He slowed down his voice.

Tan Qiao still didn't speak, her eyes were empty, like a beautiful doll without a soul.

Sheng Zhao sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and touched his face.

"Little Joe."

Sheng Zhao lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "...If there is really no way, I will be your hand."

"... "

Tan Qiao's eyelashes trembled, and she turned her head in astonishment, facing Sheng Zhao's amber eyes that twinkled like broken stars.

"What do you want to draw, I will be your hand, my skills are much better than yours."

Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, Tan Qiao's eyes were red, and she lowered her eyes and whispered, "... bragging."

Sheng Zhao raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't believe me? When I go back, I will draw your current appearance."

Right now he?

He must be in a terrible mess right now, his eyes are red and swollen, and his nose is also red, it's ugly as hell, draw it to laugh at him?

Thinking of this, Tan Qiao's face darkened, and she turned her head to ignore him again.

During the three days in the hospital, Sheng Zhao was gratified that Tan Qiao's mental state was recovering little by little, and he did not become depressed because of this.

But he never thought that Tan Qiao himself was a dead person, and there was nothing worse than death.

Even the system doesn't dare to bring up the task of completing the task now, and only asks him to support it for a while, and when half of the readers decide that it is the ending of BE, the space will be automatically transferred.

The waiting time is long, and the system has no way to confirm how long it will take. It may be a week or two, or it may be a month or two, or even a year or two.

And after going through this torture, Tan Qiao's desire for rebirth is no longer so strong.

After walking through the gate of hell again, I realized that sometimes it is better to be tortured alive than to die.

But once he thinks of the people who are still waiting for him in the real world, Tan Qiao is always unwilling to die like this.

After three days of entanglement, Tan Qiao was lying on the bed in a daze on the morning of the fourth day when the door was suddenly pushed open.

He thought it was Sheng Zhao who came back early, raised his head with slightly bright eyes, and saw Gu Chong.

Gu Chong was still dressed in a neat suit, but he looked dusty, as if he had just returned from a business trip.

After entering the door, Gu Chongxian looked around the room, frowned and said, "I sent someone to take care of you, where is the person?"

Tan Qiao couldn't understand what he was saying, and didn't want to listen. His pupils shrank, and he immediately went to grab the mobile phone on the table with his left hand.

Because he is not the dominant hand, it is extremely difficult to make a call, especially when his body trembles instinctively.

"what did the doctor say?"

Not noticing his abnormality, Gu Chong approached the hospital bed, feeling a little displeased with his clumsiness, and reached out to help him.

Unexpectedly, as he approached, Tan Qiao's face became pale as paper, and her first reaction was to put her left hand behind her back to avoid his touch.

The phone slipped to the side because no one was looking at it, Gu Chong's pupils shrank sharply when he saw the 'Sheng Zhao' dialed out on the screen.

"Why did you call him? Are you still in contact with people from Qisheng?"

Although Tan Qiao can't be said to be sharp-tongued in normal times, she doesn't say a word and let others criticize her.

But now as soon as he saw Gu Chong, the fingers inside the plaster reflexively recalled the severe pain when he was hit, and the pain made him sweat profusely.

Tan Qiao couldn't speak, but instinctively hid back.

Fortunately, at this time, the phone was dialed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly picked up the phone: "Sheng Zhao..."

Before explaining the situation, Sheng Zhao guessed what happened just by his tone.

"Did Gu Chong come back? He went looking for you?!"

Sheng Zhao was outside, and the sound of the wind and the panting of running could be heard through the receiver.

"Don't let that idiot go, wait until I go back and beat him to death!"

"... "

The tense nerves miraculously calmed down, she didn't know what to think, Tan Qiao raised her eyes to look at Gu Chong's figure, then thought about Sheng Zhao's, and slowly took a breath through her nose.

"...Don't worry." He said softly, "I'm fine."

Putting down the phone, Tan Qiao's mentality returned to normal.

Gu Chong didn't hear the content of their conversation, but he saw the change of Tan Qiao's state with his own eyes. When he saw him, he panicked and restless, but he was calmed down by Sheng Zhao's phone call.

Intense unhappiness swept over his nerves, Gu Chong repeated: "Do you still have contact with Qisheng?"

"Yes."

Tan Qiao responded indifferently, and didn't bother to explain what should be explained. He didn't know how many times he had said it before.

He raised his head, met Gu Chong's staring gaze, and called his name for the first time.

"Gu Chong, let's break up."

Gu Chong was silent for a while, then sneered: "Achieve the goal and ruin the company's plan, do you want to get out of your body?"

Tan Qiao almost laughed angrily.

One is that he didn't do anything wrong, and the other is that he got away with it?Even if his hands are crippled, can he retreat from the whole body?

It's not worth getting angry with such a heartless person.

"You may not remember."

Tan Qiao suppressed his anger and said to himself: "You once sponsored a homeless child. Although it was only a short year, he remembered you for many years."

Not from his own point of view, what Tan Qiao said was completely relaying for the original owner.

"For many years after that, he was studying painting hard. If he wants to achieve something in his studies, he will go to Gu's to repay you."

Gu Chong obviously didn't remember at all, and didn't know what he was talking about, and a look of impatience flashed in his eyes.

"Forget it, it's useless to say this now."

Tan Qiao raised his right hand that was tied with a plaster cast. Before the mission failed, he endured his nausea and helped the original owner complete his initial obsession.

Thanks to Gu Chong for the changed life.

It sounds ironic, and I don't know if the original owner has regretted it.

"Thank you for your support back then."

And so Tan Joe repeated.

"Gu Chong, let's break up."

In the end, Gu Chong didn't agree or object. He seemed eager to find out the truth of what Tan Qiao said, so he left in a hurry, leaving only a sentence of "you should calm down for a while."

Something is wrong.

When Gu Chong walked out of the ward, his face sank like water.

It was as if something had changed subtly and developed in an unexpected direction, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

It wasn't until he left the hospital that Gu Chong finally grasped the source of this disobedience.

At first it was at the beach house, with Joe Tan sitting in the sand and holding out his hand pitifully toward him.

Then in the study of Gu's family, he was ill and unstable, and it was Tan Qiao who took the initiative to reach out to support him.

...and today.

Obviously he approached on his own initiative, but Tan Qiao hid her hands behind her back.

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Tan Qiao: I always feel that Sheng Zhao can't beat...

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