Infinite Reincarnation: Survival Begins from Ishimura

Mu Xing covered his head: "I don't know why, but my head suddenly hurts."

The fat man touched his forehead: "Hiss, you guy has a fever, it's not low."

He looked around, as if he was searching for something.

"The pharmacy over there, I will take you to buy some antipyretics first."

Mu Xing followed the fat man.

He felt as if he had forgotten more.

Suddenly he stopped: "Fatty? Why am I here?"

The fat man was speechless: "Please, didn't you come by taking a taxi by yourself? You're really confused? No, I have to take you to the hospital."

Mu Xing covered his head: "I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy, I..."

Not finished speaking

A thud

Mu Xing fell straight on the street.

"Hey, Lao Mu, Lao Mu?"

…

When Mu Xing opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the hospital bed.

He vaguely heard familiar and unfamiliar chat sounds coming from outside the door.

Looking up, it is a strange ceiling.

The potion bottle on the hanger next to it is ticking with the potion dripping.

"How could I be here?"

He subconsciously thought of getting up and pulled out the needle from his hand.

The door was pushed open urgently.

"Oh, my little master, don't move around, I finally carried you to the hospital."

The fat man hurried over and pressed him back to the hospital bed.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing is wrong. The doctor said he was hypoglycemia and overwork. By the way, can you usually pay attention to your health?"

"Who are you talking to?"

"Who else can it be? Uncle and aunt!"

The fat man was talking, and the ward door was pushed open, and two figures that Mu Xing could never forget came in.

He was stunned, his body trembled slightly, and tears fell unconsciously.

After confirming for a long time, I struggled to get up.

"Dad, mom! Are you?"

The two of them in front of him supported him with a worried look on their faces: "Son, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Xing hugged the mother in front of him.

"Wow……"

I could no longer control my emotions and started crying.

"Okay OK, it's okay."

The mother patted his back and comforted him like a child.

The father next to him also blamed him with concern: "You child, you are still running around when you are sick, but fortunately, Xiaopang sent you to the hospital."

Before he could say the second sentence, Mu Xing had already rushed over and gave him a tight hug.

"Dad, it's really good that you're fine."

"Boy, are you so angry with a fever? What's so good for me? I'm told you not to care about your body, so that you can stay up late, pay attention to rest and don't listen..."

Listening to his father's nagging, Mu Xing just wanted to hug him quietly, for fear that if he was not careful, everything would turn into a bubble.

He clearly remembered that day three years ago, it was like a nightmare without waking up.

However, today, the nightmare seemed to wake up, and he saw the face of his closest relative again.

"Boy, hurry back to bed and lie down and stop catching a cold."

The father pressed Mu Xing back to the hospital bed and lay down, and his mother next to him covered him with a quilt.

"Uncle and aunt, don't worry, Muzi is just hypoglycemia, just get some anemia. I'll take care of it here, and you two elders will go back first."

"But……"

"Okay, don't worry, no problem."

The fat man took the initiative to take care of Mu Xing.

It was not until the two were sent out of the ward that Mu Xing came to his senses in a daze: "Fatty, I didn't dream, are I? Is it my parents just now?"

"If it's not your parents, then it's my parents? What's wrong with you today?"

"Why don't you slap me?" Mu Xing said.

I saw the fat man lifting his right hand slanderedly: "This is the first time I have heard such a perverted request."

Then he slapped over, but when he was about to touch his cheek, the slap changed and grabbed his skin: "Good guy, are you playing with me? I haven't drunk it today, and I'll still keep watching with you."

Mu Xing patted his hand off: "At worst, I'll wait for you to get some rest. I'll treat you to a big meal."

Upon hearing this, the fat man became interested: "A new seafood buffet has been opened near our company. Why don't you go there?"

"You have this little chance? Eat a buffet? Why don't you go to Dongyuelou to get the lowest consumption?"

"Go and go, you guys are so rich that you are so rich? You are going to get married, don't you know how to save money?"

Mu Xing was confused: "I'm going to get married? Who?"

The fat man seemed to have not heard it, and opened the laptop on the table next to him and continued his ppt production.

"You don't know how much pressure I'm under after getting married. My old house needs to be renovated. This kindergarten in Xixi costs tens of thousands a year. My wife's salary is just that little. I rely on my support for this family. I'm worried. ah!"

"So, you guys save some money and treat me to a seafood buffet."

"Wait, wait, fat man, wait first, am I going to get married? Who are you getting married?"

The fat man looked up and Mu Xing's cell phone rang at the bedside: "Isn't this coming?"

Mu Xing subconsciously looked at the phone on the cabinet next to him.

Video communication vibrates.

He saw the avatar that had not been seen for a long time and his fingers were trembling.

"What are you doing? Take it quickly!" the fat man urged.

Mu Xing gently clicked to connect.

His pupils shrank, and he looked at the face on the other side of the screen with disbelief.

He was very sure that this was not that girl Qingyan.

The opposite side was in the daytime, with nervousness and concern in his eyes.

"Da Mutuo, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? How do you feel?"

Two hot tears fell from his eyes, and his eyes were red in an instant.

He hadn't heard this name for many years.

"Xiao Xia?"

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Are you okay?"

"Don't worry, I'll fly back in a few days."

Just then, the fat man came over and waved at the camera: "Xia sister, remember to bring some French specialties, for my hard work in taking care of your future husband."

Mu Xing pushed the fat man's round face away and wiped the tears from her face.

"I'm fine, I just..."

He stared at the pure face in the opposite camera, which was less immature and more mature.

She said mua to the camera: "I miss you too, hehe!"

Mu Xing covered her face with one hand, trying to calm her intense emotions.

"Okay, okay, big head, I won't bother you anymore. Go to bed quickly. You must be well when I come back."

"Yes!" Mu Xing nodded heavily until the other party hung up the call.

After a while, he came to his senses: "Fatty, am I not dreaming?"

"What dream? I want to dream now. I'll finish this PPT first."

"If I had a wife as powerful as you, my career would be successful from China to Paris. If it were me, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

The fat man was still busy in front of the computer, ignoring Mu Xing's repeated inquiries.

Mu Xing secretly pinched his arm, it hurt, it should not be a dream.

He turned on the phone again, and then noticed that the screen wallpaper was a picture of two people relying on each other. Whether it was a boy or a girl, their eyes were filled with happiness and brilliance.

It seemed that they only had each other in their eyes.

Mu Xing opened the album, and there were more photos. From high school to college to work, the photos of these years seemed to be here.

He sat up and looked through them one by one.