Chapter 352: 11.25
The group leader’s initiative in exposing his relationship with Jiang Jiamian made the atmosphere in the group strange for a while.
But as time passed, Su Jinzhou and Qing Hong gradually accepted this fact.
As for Jiang Jiamian, he continued diligently updating ’QT: The Rescue Of The Miserable Bigshots’.
After all, even the group leader had said there were things he couldn’t reveal, likely due to restrictions imposed by certain laws and rules. However, if Jiang Jiamian himself discovered or explored something during his missions, he wouldn’t be bound by those same limitations.
Because of this, Jiang Jiamian had no intention of stopping.
On the contrary, he became even more eager to find out what would happen if Shen Muzhou truly integrated the memories of every ’miserable bigshot’ across all the worlds he had experienced.
Could gradual changes eventually trigger the awakening of the main soul’s memories?
Or would it be more like multiple personalities coexisting within one body, blending together in an unexpectedly harmonious way?
Of course, while updating his new BL novel, Jiang Jiamian didn’t stop updating his old novel on his original platform.
After all, that was a story the original owner had poured immense effort into, nearly a million words.
Its original trajectory had almost been ruined by Li Zhe, and the theft of new ideas had nearly driven the original owner into depression.
This time, Jiang Jiamian was determined to finish it properly and take it even further.
With his own experiences and improvement, he believed he could not only prevent Li Zhe from spoiling the story but also elevate it beyond conventional tropes.
He wanted readers to be unable to predict what would happen next, yet remain completely captivated.
Only then would they continue reading, Chapter after Chapter.
And it would also make... Li Zhe’s eyes pop out, leaving him questioning both his past and present lives.
"And then?"
Hearing Jiang Jiamian pause again, Shen Muzhou, who had already guessed the truth behind the transmigration story they had personally experienced, grew increasingly impatient.
He wished Jiang Jiamian would tell everything at once, without stopping for even a second.
He desperately wanted to know what they had gone through in each of those worlds.
But he also understood that Jiang Jiamian would get tired. So many lifetimes couldn’t be recounted in a single night.
"And then..."
Jiang Jiamian smiled. A rare gentleness appeared in his eyes, tinged with nostalgia, as if he were carefully recalling the past.
In the quiet room, one sat on the bed while the other remained at the desk.
His soft voice began to tell the story once more.
Time seemed to slow.
Everything felt calm and peaceful.
Li Zhe had been lying in the hospital for over a week, yet he couldn’t feel even a trace of the world’s beauty.
It took a long, long time after Fang Yaoyao left for him to finally recover from his breakdown and rage.
When he suddenly realized what he had said in that emotional outburst, Li Zhe nearly collapsed again.
He had actually said those things to Fang Yaoyao in a moment of impulsiveness.
She must think he’s insane now, right?
But at that moment, his mind had been filled with the image of her cold rejection in his previous life, and then, not long after, her wearing a wedding dress and marrying the young master of the Su family.
He really couldn’t control himself.
The way Fang Yaoyao had stepped back and looked at him with disgust made him feel as if he had returned to his previous life. His memories became chaotic and blurred together, which was why he... said those irrational words.
Now... what should he do?
If he wanted to win Fang Yaoyao back, there was probably only one way left: to become rich.
Since he had already said those harsh words to her, even for the sake of his pride, he had to achieve something.
Anyway, although he had been having a hard time these past few days, he hadn’t been idle.
He had already selected a wildly popular novel from his previous life, one that, at this point in time, would definitely not be criticized. Soon, very soon, he would become a dark horse that would shake the entire online novel industry.
Then, all those works like A Drunken Song of Swords would be trampled beneath his feet.
Sooner or later, he would make those who humiliated and bullied him bow down before him, forced to look up at his unattainable height.
Today I’m the prey, tomorrow I’ll be the hunter.
Even Fang Yaoyao, in this life, would belong to him.
When Li Zhe confidently submitted the manuscript he had painstakingly written while lying in his hospital bed, he believed success was guaranteed.
But when he saw the result, "We’re sorry, your submission does not meet our website’s contract requirements", he almost thought he was seeing things.
Did not meet the contract requirements?!
How could that be?!
This was a wildly popular novel from three and a half years later in his previous life!
Moreover, the author of that book was already beginning to gain fame at this point in time.
A novel like this couldn’t even get a contract?
Impossible!
This website must be blind, rejecting a future bestseller. Sooner or later, they would regret it.
Suppressing his anger, Li Zhe quickly switched platforms and submitted the manuscript again.
Once, twice, three times...
After being rejected by three major websites in succession, Li Zhe finally exploded.
"These blind idiots! They won’t even accept something with this much potential? Are they insane?!"
The repeated rejections left him furious and frustrated.
These three websites were currently the largest and most influential. If all of them rejected him, then he would have no choice but to turn to smaller platforms, ones with less traffic, less exposure, and far more uncertainty.
After the third rejection, his initial confidence had completely collapsed. He now looked like a wilted plant.
But no matter how frustrated he was, the promises he had made to Fang Yaoyao, and the massive compensation hanging over him, left him no room to retreat.
Even if it was just to survive, he had to keep going.
He had to keep submitting.
Reluctantly, Li Zhe chose another small website and sent in his manuscript once more.
Days passed.
More than a week went by.
Even his injuries had mostly healed, leaving only the fracture in his leg.
Yet the matter of signing a contract remained unresolved.
"You can be discharged now. How do you plan to pay the remaining hospital fees?"
The doctor’s sudden question pulled Li Zhe out of his thoughts.
"Discharged?" He repeated blankly.
"Yes." The doctor said, adjusting his glasses. "Your condition is no longer serious. You can recover at home. There’s no need to continue occupying a hospital bed."
Beds were limited, and patients who met discharge requirements were usually not allowed to stay.
Still... the doctor hesitated slightly.
If he discharged him, the hospital fees hadn’t been fully paid. If he didn’t, this patient clearly had no ability to pay.
"Whether it’s a loan or a credit card, find a way to settle your bill." The doctor said more firmly this time. "Otherwise, it will cause problems for us."
"I..."
Li Zhe’s face turned pale, then flushed red.
Originally, he thought his manuscript would succeed. As long as he updated quickly, he should have been able to cover at least part of the hospital fees before discharge.
The rest could be handled later.
But who could have expected, he was about to be discharged, yet he still hadn’t secured a contract.
Let alone earned any money.
What should he do?
He couldn’t even afford his hospital bills.
Even in his previous life, he had never been this miserable.
"Think of a solution." The doctor said coldly. "Settle the remaining fees by tomorrow. The hospital has already done more than enough, we can’t continue treatment without payment."
The medication had already been stopped, and although Li Zhe almost recovered, as long as he stayed here, the hospital would be operating at a loss.
"Okay."
Li Zhe lowered his head. The single word seemed to be forced out through clenched teeth.
His hand tightened on the blanket, veins bulging.
The doctor ignored him and left the ward.
"Hey... short on cash?"
A muscular middle-aged man from the next bed spoke up, looking Li Zhe up and down with a lewd smile.
Li Zhe met his gaze, his eyes red. Disgust rose immediately, but seeing the man’s large build, he swallowed his anger and only nodded slightly.
The man’s smile deepened.
"Tonight, after the nurses finish their rounds and the door’s closed... help me out a bit, and I’ll pay your hospital bill. How about it?"
