When I woke up again, the sky outside the window was filled with sunset.
The high-end private ward has floor-to-ceiling windows. The setting sun arrogantly spreads through the transparent glass in the entire ward. Tan Zhao couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly. He was...
Such a familiar feeling.
Tan Zhao subconsciously called the system, but the system that was always on call did not make any sound of electricity at all. The whole room was silent except for the beeping sound of the machine next to it.
Oh, yes, he agreed to the trial in the system's special world, so now he is in a special world? Because it is a special world, the system cannot make a sound?
Tan Zhao was thinking wildly. The sunset outside the window had quickly set. It had been nearly an hour since he woke up. He had not received a response from the system, and had no memory or mission from the original owner. As the last ray of sunset fell over the mountain, he finally pressed the button.
The emergency bell next to it.
And this click is like opening Pandora's box.
Familiar? Why are they familiar? It’s simply because this is the original him! Tan Zhao suddenly felt like “When a young boy leaves home and his boss comes back, his local accent remains unchanged and his hair on his temples fades away. Children who don’t recognize each other smile and ask where the guest came from.
"Come here" feeling, he has been wandering too much in the outside world, and has completely forgotten his original self.
No wonder the system said it was a special world. To him, this was indeed... quite special.
By the time Tan Zhao found out his short life from the nooks and crannies of his memory, the doctor had already done a comprehensive examination on him. Why did the system find him in the first place? Because he suffered from a family hereditary terminal illness, and his body organs changed with each other.
As time continues to weaken and modern medicine cannot find the cause of the disease, the only thing he can do is to enjoy the present and die optimistically.
The system probably misunderstood his "over-optimism", which is why the main brain got hot and bound him. In the beginning, he had been getting along with the system for a long time. From being instantly killed through time travel to being able to do it with ease, it seemed like it happened yesterday.
"Azhao, how do you feel?"
The doctor is Dr. Cheng, who has taken care of him since he was a child. He may have seen Dr. Cheng more often than his parents. In fact, the Tan family has a great business. It made its fortune overseas and then returned to its hometown. It has several branches, responsible for business in different regions.
In a family where interests are paramount, a person like Tan Zhao who has been diagnosed since childhood is destined to not receive much attention, and he is more like an outlier in the family. Due to physical reasons, he stopped studying in school very early, because there are
For money, he traveled all over the world, making friends with a group of dandy boys who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun. When his temper got angry, he would go out to play at sea.
Because he felt that there was no need to work hard, he spent almost all of his life enjoying life. Because he knew that he was destined to be short-lived, his parents would not invest emotionally in him. On the contrary, when he became sensible, he had the opportunity to see his relatives.
They are very rare, especially after receiving the family fund at the age of 18, I only see them once a year at the end of the year.
How should I put it? Tan Zhao doesn't have much nostalgia for his native world, which is why he can enjoy "travel" in the fast-travel world. But the system has been with him for many years and knows his temperament very well. Since the system determines that this is a special world
, then there must be something he doesn’t know about him.
"Not bad. Thank you, Doctor Cheng, for saving me again."
Although he got the money, he had watched this child grow up since he was a child. Seeing him getting weaker day by day without finding any reason, Dr. Cheng felt uncomfortable: "This time you were in a coma for more than a month.
Do you still insist on being discharged from the hospital?”
Tan Zhao nodded: "Well, I don't want to die in the hospital."
Oh, this is of course not what he is thinking now. After all, who doesn’t miss out on his youth? When he was like that, he was not allowed to die outside. He was too tired of staying in the hospital.
Dr. Cheng heard this and wanted to persuade him but held back. Obviously, he knew very well that with Tan Zhao's health at this point, whether he should be hospitalized or not was of no great significance.
Tan Zhao stayed in the hospital for another three days before being pushed back to his suburban villa by his life assistant.
In the past three days, he had integrated his memories, and at least the people he knew were able to figure it out. As for the system, it was still not online, including the system mall and even his personal space, which were blocked by the system.
... He hates the mecha he just got his hands on!
"Mr. Tan, do you need anything else?"
Tan Zhao glanced at the list and shook his head: "That's it. Just bring the things over and put them in the warehouse at the back. Don't disturb my rest."
"Okay, sir."
The life assistant left quickly. Back then, Tan Zhonger didn't like people following him. He relied on electronic equipment to monitor his body. Now, Tan Feizi still doesn't like people following him. After all, even if he wants to die now, it's still a bit difficult.
In this case, of course he is happy as he pleases, not to mention... his body might be more useful if sent to a temple than to a hospital.
When he was in the hospital, Tan Zhao checked his own pulse. Just like the physical examination report given by the hospital, there was nothing wrong with his body. The problem was the disordered decay of the organs.
Fortunately, Tan Zhao himself is not only a scientific biological dog, but also an unscientific cultivator of immortality.
Although he returned to his own body, the spiritual power of his soul was blocked by 99%, which was even more harsh than the world when he was a high school teacher. Tan Zhao had every reason to suspect that the system was using up all his power.
Come to suppress the golden light of merit. After all... there were too many people in the previous world, which directly led to the golden light being delivered to him free of charge when he left.
Tan Zhao: The burden is so heavy.jpg.
However, after traveling for so long, who doesn’t have the ability to push the envelope? The vassal’s power will be banned, but the knowledge he has learned in his mind will not be lost.
On his body, at the heart, there is a very weird sacrificial circle. Of course, this is Tan Zhao's own name. Perhaps in the outside world, it should have its own name.
This sacrificial circle was operating all the time, swallowing up all the intangible property, vitality, luck, and merit in his body, which also directly caused the decay of his organs.
When he was near death and bound to the system, it was probably because he was sucked dry by the formation.
Well, the case has been solved. No wonder he has always been so bad. It turns out that his luck has been stolen long ago.
And he can move freely now, obviously because he traveled through time and recharged his merits. Tan Zhao has calculated the swallowing ability of this magic circle. With his current golden light of merits, it is not a big problem to swallow it for thousands of years.
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In this case, of course Tan Zhao doesn't care about the small merits. He still has to make plans before taking action. Of course he chooses the latter. After all, his disease is a hereditary disease in the family, and there is only one person in each generation. It is passed down from male to female.
It has nothing to do with his family, even Tan Zhao himself doesn't believe it.
But how can I put it, Tan Zhao's acceptance level is still very good, or maybe he used to be wild and was vaguely aware of it, but he just didn't have the evidence and didn't care that much, so he never looked into it in depth.
The system said that he was optimistic about fighting the disease. Well, he might be too optimistic.
After the life assistant drove away, Tan Zhao reached out to turn off the smart house system in the house. He exerted all his strength and stood up from the wheelchair.
In front of the huge full-length mirror, there was a thin and young face. Tan Zhao looked at his appearance and finally felt a sense of belonging. The system indeed looked for the host based on the face, and this face was more complete than the one he had in the previous world.
Not bad.
Speaking of which, how old is he this year?
Looking through his ID card, he found that he was twenty-one years old this year. If he were one year old, he would have to wait until this winter to turn twenty. As for his academic qualifications, well, he didn't graduate from elementary school, which is very suitable for the setting of a middle school boy.
He threw away his ID card and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out of the shower, Tan Zhao heard the cell phone behind the wheelchair ringing wildly.
This ringtone is very wild, it's his style.
"Tan Zhao, come to the old house at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
Tan Zhao lazily leaned against the bed: "I'm not going."
"As for your brother, I hope you won't be late tomorrow."
After the cold voice on the other end said that, he hung up the phone with a click, as if his brother was some kind of Shangfang sword, and as long as he offered it, he would lick it unconditionally.
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The Tan family got rich early. Rich people like to build big houses for themselves. As time goes by, they call them xx old houses. People in the Forbidden City don’t even call them old houses. In the past ten years, every rich man has built several houses in the Forbidden City.
A proud look that has not been seen in a hundred years.
Of course, the Tan family's old house is no exception. It is located in the central area of Luo City and is built by a lake. It is said that when it was first built, a famous Feng Shui master was invited to set up a Feng Shui array. Tan Zhao went ashore on a yacht and the Feng Shui was indeed good.
"Seventh Young Master, please."
Tan Zhao got off the boat, and a servant came to take him inside. As soon as he entered the hall, there were so many people. Even his parents, whom he had not seen for hundreds of years and were as busy as the president, were sitting on the sofa.
The person above was the current head of the Tan family at that time.
"Xiao Qi is here, let's announce it."
What was announced? Tan Zhao was pushed to his parents. To be honest, when he saw these parents again, he felt quite subtle. Of course, this was not because he had any special nostalgia for his parents and relatives, but because he had not seen them for hundreds of years and had been cold and cold.
The ruthless elite parents seem to have inexplicably lost their "powerful" aura and become ordinary, stereotyped and ruthless parents.
"Xiao Qi, although we wanted to inform you earlier, you have been lying in the hospital some time ago. I hope you won't be too surprised by what happens next. If you have any questions, I will explain it to you in private."
As soon as Tan Zhao's wheelchair was fixed, the calm voice of his mother next to him came over. After she finished speaking, without waiting for her son's consent, she sat upright again and looked ahead with a smile, like Tan Zhao's younger brother.
, it’s as if he is no longer her biological son.
Brother, yes, Tan Zhao also has a twin brother, but unlike him who was "exiled", his younger brother Tan Jingxing has received an elite education since he was a child. At this age, he has graduated from an overseas Ivy League school and has entered a company.
It has been more than half a year, and it is said that he is very capable.
If we were to say that the only thing Tan Zhao could compare to Tan Jingxing would be his looks.
However, what was announced next gave Tan Zhao one more advantage over Tan Jingxing, and that was blood connection.