Cannon fodder man becomes Sweeter with Him (Chinese Bl MTL Novel)

Chapter 8 - The Protagonist's Halo

　Chapter 8   -  The Protagonist's Halo

　　Song Bai turned around in surprise, narrowing his eyes slightly, "How do you know my name?"

　　Xia Zhiyun's hard and cold face softened a bit.

　　Song Bai was one of the few friends in his previous life. He always supported and helped him when he was most embarrassed and helpless.

　　In his previous life, he swore that he would make it up to him if given the chance.

　　Only now he has nothing.

　　"Well... the patient in VIP Room 6 has a good temper. He may need a nurse. You can ask."

　　In the previous life, Song Bai complained to him. Another paramedic steals away his prime client. It is said that the patients in room 6 not only have a good temper, but also pay high fees for the nurses, and also give an extra 20,000 red envelopes of thanks.

　　The acquaintance of Xia Zhiyun and Song Bai was a small accident. At that time, Xia Zhiyun had no one to take care of him after the operation, and he staggered and fell in the corridor. Song Bai kindly helped him up and called for a doctor.

　　Song Bai's true identity is .

　　Before his death in the previous life, Song Bai was still entangled with the Song family about his identity.

　　Now he puts down his self-esteem and goes to the hospital to work as a nurse for tuition fees. It's not like someone who spends his hard-earned money everywhere, without a trace of gratitude.

　　Thinking of Ling Ziyou, Xia Zhiyun's face turned cold.

　　"Uh...heh."

           There was a faint smile on Song Bai's face, but that kind of smile was obviously not a real smile, but a performance of maintaining an elegant demeanor.

　　Where does a poor migrant worker have the face to point and point at him?

　　"I'll ask later." Song Bai twitched the corners of his mouth and stepped back to go out.

　　"Wait a minute, can you tell me your mobile phone number?" Xia Zhiyun stopped him again.

　　Song Bai couldn't hold back this time, rolled his eyes contemptuously, didn't look back, and left a cold sentence.

　　"I don't dare to give it, lest your fiance tear me apart!"

　　Ling Ziyou left the side, stopped trotting when he got out of the ward, went into the bathroom, and flushed the poisonous liquid hidden in his pocket into the sewer.

　　Just now, with the male protagonist's sharp and defensive eyes, he knew that the idea of ​​killing the male protagonist was too naive.

　　The male protagonist should not be awake at this time, but he did wake up. It is very likely that he woke up early because he sensed danger in his soul.

　　This is the protagonist's halo body protector!

　　If you can't get rid of the hero, can you stay away?

　　Ling Ziyou felt a little guilty, his mind was in a mess, but he didn't linger in the bathroom, and hurried to the doctor's office.

　　The doctor quickly arrived at the ward, checked Xia Zhiyun's body, and concluded that everything was normal.

　　Ling Ziyou, who was at the back of the crowd, was thinking to himself that the hero should be discharged from the hospital soon with no pain or injury. They will not owe the hospital fees, and will not trigger the subsequent plot of the novel. The male protagonist covered his eyes and let out a muffled groan.

　　Sudden pain came, Xia Zhiyun felt as if his eyeballs had been dug out by life, he could no longer stabilize his body, fell to the bottom of the bed, and lost consciousness.

　　There was another panic in the ward.

　　After a long while, the doctor gave a conclusion that made Ling Ziyou dumbfounded.

　　There may be some unknown lesion lurking in the patient's body, and a detailed physical examination is required. It is recommended to stay in the hospital for observation for a few more days.

　　So he can't save this money!

　　...

　　The next day, when Ling Ziyou packed breakfast outside the hospital and came back, he saw a group of onlookers blocking the door of their ward.

　　He rushed to the door of the ward in a few steps, looked in, and was stunned.

　　Things in the ward fell to the floor, and Xia Zhiyun sat on the edge of the bed.

　　Last night, the light-blocking cloth that the doctor put on his eyes was torn off.

　　As if sensing Ling Ziyou's arrival, Xia Zhiyun opened his eyes, a pair of blood-red eyes filled with suppressed panic and turbulent despair, like a beast that was seriously injured and dying.

　　Ling Ziyou was shocked.