Reborn Ace Designer

It didn't matter that Wang Xiaotian threw him down on his own, but it frightened his mother Wu Xiangjun so much. She was still happily feeling that her son was sensible, but such an unexpected scene happened. How could such a good son faint?

"Doctor...doctor!" Wu Xiangjun climbed out of bed desperately and shouted to the door with a pale face. If something happened to her son, how could she survive?

Soon a man in a white coat walked in quickly. Seeing Wang Xiaotian who was unconscious on the ground, he quickly stepped forward to check, then pressed Wang Xiaotian's pulse, frowning and looking a little solemn.

"Doctor, how is my son?" Wu Xiangjun asked anxiously from the side.

"Are you a family member of the patient? His pulse is very weak and the situation is not optimistic. He needs to call the emergency call immediately." The doctor in the white coat put down his hand, said something to Wu Xiangjun, and immediately walked out of the ward to call someone.

As soon as she heard this, Wu Xiangjun was stunned on the spot. She looked at her son lying on the ground, tears streaming down her face. She never imagined that it would become like this. Just now, her son was talking to her lively, saying that he wanted to make money to support himself.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground unconscious. This was something that no one could accept.

Not long after, there were hurried footsteps and the sound of trolley wheels outside the door. Several nurses walked into the ward and put Wang Xiaotian on the trolley outside the door. One of the nurses comforted Wu Xiangjun: "Auntie, it's okay.

The patient is only in temporary shock, which is very common clinically."

Wu Xiangjun, who was already helpless, was holding on to his mother's arm as if he was holding a life-saving straw. He covered his face and sobbed: "Please, you must save my son, you must save him!"

** is very patient, her voice is very soft and nice, "Don't worry, Auntie, we will try our best and we will not give up as long as there is a glimmer of hope."

"Miaojing, hurry up, this person's heartbeat is getting weaker and weaker, we can't wait any longer." Another nurse urged.

Wu Xiangjun immediately let go of his hand after hearing this, for fear of delaying his son's treatment. Zhang Miaojing comforted Wu Xiangjun again, and she and other nurses pushed Wang Xiaotian and ran to the emergency room.

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As for Wang Xiaotian, he had no idea why he fainted all of a sudden, but his consciousness did not disappear, he just didn't know where he was.

"Walking around, wandering around, I don't have to worry about being ignorant and skillless. I don't tell the truth when I meet someone. I just rely on my rotten tongue. I flatter him until his legs cramp. I wipe some oil on the tiger's mouth. I make money from the east to the west.

Eat, the best at cheating and abduction, hehe, the best at it, the best at it..."

"Bahhhh!"

Suddenly, a voice like chanting came into Wang Xiaotian's ears. Wang Xiaotian looked around and found a square thing floating in front of him.

If you look closely, it turns out to be a book!

When can even books fly?!

Wang Xiaotian thought he was dreaming again, and quickly rubbed his eyes, but with this rubbing, he could see more clearly——

It was a very old book, obviously not modern. Seeing this book, Wang Xiaotian always felt that it looked familiar. He immediately remembered that he seemed to have made a restoration drawing for this thing before he was reborn. He remembered that it was a

The archaeological team dug it out from an ancient tomb of the Han Dynasty...

"Could it be reborn with him?" A strange thought came to Wang Xiaotian's mind.

The book fluttered from the front, and when he got closer, he could see it clearly. It turned out that there was a three-inch little man lying on the book. Uh, no... I should say it was a little monk!

He was wearing a cassock, with six scars permed on his head, and a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his chest. This reminded Wang Xiaotian of the Tu Lin in the cartoon "Dragon Ball" he saw when he was a child, except that he was bald.

Lin did not really hang the Buddhist beads on his chest, and the little monk was only three inches tall, not as big as his hand!

Wang Xiaotian couldn't figure out why a person could only be so big. But he could be reborn, so why wouldn't others be allowed to grow strangely? He felt relieved after thinking about it.

At this moment, the little monk seemed to regard the book under him as his bed. He was lying on it with his legs crossed. He was holding an unknown book in his hand, but it was a modern bound book. He was looking at it with relish, reading from time to time.

Wiggle your toes a few times, it's very leisurely and comfortable.

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in the heart, sitting and sitting in the heart...Don't people in the world imitate me, otherwise they will be struck by lightning, bang bang bang..." The little monk turned the book with his right hand, but he was knocking the wooden fish with his left hand, and his voice sounded

Somewhat immature, like a seven or eight-year-old child, exactly the same as what Wang Xiaotian first heard.

The little man rode the ancient book and floated slowly in front of Wang Xiaotian, and stopped in mid-air in front of him. Only then did the little monk look up, grinned at Wang Xiaotian, clasped his hands together and said: "My hair, donor, we

We met again... Huh? Why did I say 'again'?"

At this point, the young monk scratched his head and looked confused, as if he didn't even know why the word "again" came out.

Wang Xiaotian rolled his eyes. At this moment, he was no longer surprised. He glanced at the book in the little monk's hand curiously. Fortunately, Wang Xiaotian's eyesight was good enough, and he could clearly see three words on the book that was half the size of a stamp.

Small characters as big as a pinhole.

It was written: "**Plum!"

It was the latest revision in 1999.

Wang Xiaotian looked weird and didn't know what to say. Is he chanting Buddhist sutras or having spiritual ecstasy? Are all monks nowadays so open-minded? Where did he get such a compact revised version of "Plum Blossoms"?

of……

"Where is this place? Who are you?" Wang Xiaotian asked after thinking for a while.

The little monk got up from the "bed", looked around, looked up and down, and finally focused on Wang Xiaotian. He shook his head simply and said, "I don't know."

Wang Xiaotian was speechless. Thinking of what the other party had just said, he couldn't help but point to his face and said: "Then do you still remember me?"

The little monk touched his chin with a deep expression, looking thoughtful, "I remember it was you who woke me up. I should have seen you before..."

After hearing what the other party said, Wang Xiaotian was already sure that the flying book in front of him was the ancient Han Dynasty book that he had restored. He had indeed made the restoration drawing for that book before he was reborn. Could this be understood as awakening it?

?

Then this little monk should be a kind of book spirit, but for some unknown reason, it seems that it can't remember the original thing, and it doesn't even know who it is.

He suddenly thought of the story about Aladdin's magic lamp.

"Could it be that I found a treasure?" Wang Xiaotian felt excited in his heart, rubbed his hands, and stared at the little monk's eyes flashing with brilliance, almost saying that you can conjure five million for me.

The young monk was so shocked by Wang Xiaotian's look that he clasped his hands and said "I am a hair", and began to chant sutras and recite Buddha's name again, but no one knew whether he was reciting sutras or not.

"By the way, do you have a name?" As soon as Wang Xiaotian asked, he knew that he was asking in vain.

Sure enough, the little monk shook his head like a wavy drum.

"Then I'll call you Little Bald!" Glancing at the little monk's bald head, which was so bright that it could be reflected in a mirror, Wang Xiaotian picked out a name without even thinking about it, regardless of whether the other party agreed or not.

The little monk called out the Buddha's name and looked at Wang Xiaotian with contempt.

Our classmate Wang Xiaotian has a face as thick as a city wall. He looks at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, as if he is invisible to the air.

At this moment, the young monk suddenly sniffed his nose, his eyes filled with love, and he laughed and said: "It's the smell of a woman. Is there a beautiful woman by your side?"

Wang Xiaotian was stunned, and subconsciously looked to both sides. There was no beauty here, except air.

"One is eighteen, one is twenty...and one is twenty-two. Hehe, they are all young and lovely beauties. I am very fond of TOEFL. The poor monk likes them." The little monk sniffed randomly, with a drunken smile on his face.

, drifting as if drunk.

Three black lines appeared on Wang Xiaotian's forehead. Is this guy really a monk? But why does this expression look so...**??

Suddenly, Wang Xiaotian felt another strong dizziness hit his brain, as if someone was pulling his body, and he was easily driven away by this force...

Wang Xiaotian felt as if he was flying in the clouds, as if he had fallen from the clouds. He stretched out his hands and struggled constantly, but nothing was caught by him.

It's just that this feeling of panic goes away as quickly as it comes.

The next moment, the object falls to the ground!