Debuted right after graduating from high school

Chapter 1: No Money, But Life

2004 years.

It was hot in the port city at the end of August.

In a hospital ward in Yau Ma Tei, there are glaring lights and a white ceiling above.

The machine makes a "beep beep" sound every few seconds. A cart passes by outside, and the sound of the rollers comes from far away.

Accompanied by the strong smell of disinfectant, a young nurse in a blue shirt and white trousers walked into the ward angrily and said loudly:

"The wards are all non-smoking areas. I smelled cigarette smoke in the corridor. Do you want to choke your son to death?!"

"Wow~ My son is fine, and you actually cursed him to death. Be careful or I'll slap you into the wall!"

The young nurse was so angry that she turned around and shouted:
"Security! This old bastard is smoking again, call the police and have him arrested!!"

"Wow~ I want the sir to fine me 1500 yuan again. I didn't expect that she is so beautiful but has such a vicious heart. At worst, I won't smoke anymore. You have a big bag of oranges in your hand. If you eat them all, you will get a sore throat. Can you give me two oranges to eat?"

Nurse:

".Your son is so handsome, how could he have a father like you? He must have been picked up by you."

"Give me 3000 yuan every month, and when my son wakes up, I can let you be my daughter-in-law."

"Oh, with a father-in-law like you, it's better not to be a daughter-in-law."

On the bed next to him.

A handsome young man with long hair lying on the bed was awakened by the quarrel. He slowly opened his eyes for a while before gradually adapting to the bright light.

His name is written on the head of the bed - "Fan Wumian", he just turned 18 this year.

Facing the young nurse at the bed, she noticed Fan Wumian's movements from the corner of her eye. She didn't bother to continue arguing with the shameless old man in front of her, and immediately ran out and said in surprise:

"Awake! Awake! The patient in bed 0927 finally woke up!!"

The boy on the bed was still in a daze. He seemed to have had a very long dream. In the dream, he experienced the life of a stranger from a perspective that was so real that it was exaggerated.

The feeling was so real that it made him suddenly confused about who he was. It was as if there were two distinct life experiences in one head.

On one side is Fan Wumian, an ordinary high school student from Hong Kong.

On the other side is Fan Long, a middle-aged man who graduated from the directing department of Beijing Film Academy but has been working in the entertainment industry for many years in obscurity and has to rely on part-time singing in bars to make a living.

This wonderful feeling didn't last long.

As consciousness gradually became clearer, the latter Fan Long naturally took the lead.

It took him a while to figure out the situation, and before he had time to think about it, he saw several doctors in white coats running in and asking him in Cantonese how he felt.

"I feel fine, just a little dizzy and weak."

After saying this, Fan Long immediately realized that something was wrong, because he could not speak Cantonese at all. However, at this moment he naturally understood what the doctor said and answered the other party's questions in Cantonese.

Not only the language, but also the voice was completely different from what he remembered. And the little old man with a mustache, who was not very tall and was huddled next to the doctors and nurses, was exactly the father of the boy named Fan Wumian in the "dream"!

When Fan Long realized that he had long hair that reached his shoulders, he suddenly realized something and became so nervous that he almost went black. The heart rate, blood pressure and other data on the bedside instrument display screen suddenly soared.

The doctor thought he was nervous because he had just woken up, so he quickly advised the boy named Fan Wumian to take a deep breath and relax, and told him to rest for a while and do some tests later.
Fearing that he would be mistaken for a lunatic with schizophrenia, Fan Long wisely chose to remain silent from the doctor and conceal his extremely special condition until he found out what was going on, after confirming that there was nothing serious wrong with his body.

When the doctors and nurses left temporarily, Father Fan, who had a thick mustache, sat beside the bed and said with a glare:

"I forgot to teach you this before. Don't be so stupid when you go out. If you feel like you're getting drunk, go to the toilet and vomit. Then continue drinking. As long as you wipe your mouth clean, you won't admit defeat. No one will know you vomited. This is what I always do."

"Oh, by the way, remember to squat before you vomit, and never hold your knees with your hands. One time I didn't stand firmly and fell headfirst into the toilet. Then I slept hugging the toilet until midnight, and only when I woke up did I realize that my front teeth had been knocked out."

"Later I told the restaurant owner that I fell because of the slippery floor. They were afraid of being sued by me, so they compensated me 1000 yuan. I used the money to play mahjong, but I didn't expect the God of Wealth to show up and make a few thousand yuan more."

Although it has not been completely confirmed, when Fan Long saw the information written in traditional Chinese characters on the bedside sign, "Fan Wumian, 18 years old", he basically guessed that he might have traveled through time.

I was connected to the instrument line, so I couldn't stand up to look in the mirror. But my fingers, which were already covered with calluses from years of playing guitar, now became white and tender.

Coupled with his long hair, chest muscles and abdominal muscles, it was enough for Fan Long to guess that he might have really become Fan Wumian.

The memory of "Fan Wumian" was as vivid in his mind as if he had experienced it himself, so he subconsciously felt impatient with his father who was nagging beside the bed.

It's not that I hate it, it's more like I'm disappointed in someone.

Most parents try their best to provide their children with the best environment for growth, but Mr. Fan is not one of them.

Fan Wumian's father's name is "Fan Bochang", but almost no one knows his real name. They only call him by his nickname "Silly Old Fan", which is not a good nickname.

Well known.

There are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames.

Silly Old Fan lived too carefreely. He was good at eating, drinking, gambling and smoking. Although he was not very clear about it, it could be found from Fan Wumian's memory that the "Sister Feng" among the neighbors was very familiar with Silly Old Fan. They were so familiar with each other that they even greeted each other when they met. This shows that he was probably a possessor of all five vices.

Fan Wumian's mother passed away due to illness when he was very young. Ever since he can remember, he grew up with silly old Fan and lived in an old building in Yau Tsim Mong. Because the house was bought early, the price was relatively cheap at the time. It was barely about 80 square meters and was only a few hundred meters away from Tsim Sha Tsui.

The house is worth some money, but there is no way to sell it. After all, the father and son still need a place to live. Besides, they have no car, no savings, and no stable job, so they can only live from day to day.

All in all, this silly old Fan is the Hong Kong version of a street urchin, who usually earns a living by working in the props department of the crew.

When he thought of this, Fan Wumian felt tired.

If he had a choice, he would rather be reincarnated into a wealthy family, such as recognizing the gambling king or Lao Li as his cheap father. Anyway, he was alone in his previous life, his parents passed away early, and he still had no wife or children at the age of 38, so he had no psychological burden.

It seems that we still have to work harder.

Lying on the hospital bed.

Fan Wumian interrupted his father and asked, "So, I was drunk and passed out?"

"It would be fine if you were just drunk. Did you know that you've been in a coma for a week? If I hadn't gone to the Great Immortal Temple to burn incense for you, you might not have made it. The doctors only knew how to prescribe you some very expensive imported drugs that were not covered by medical insurance. Fortunately, I stopped them for you. They couldn't even find out why you were in a coma. It was obvious that they were trying to rip you off."

The boy on the bed twitched his lips.

Thinking that I was unconscious, the doctor wanted to use medicine to treat me, but was rejected because it was too expensive. It seemed that it would be better not to have such a father.

Speaking of medicine costs.

Silly Old Fan got nervous for a moment, looked around and said in a low voice: "Son, do you feel okay? I'll find you some clothes later, and you try to sneak away quietly."

"???"

Thinking that this was a port city, and adding some of Fan Wumian's memories, he said to this cheap old man, "Isn't there free medical care?"

"You didn't use the medicines outside the medical insurance, but they found you a few brain specialists from private hospitals. The appearance fees of these private hospital professors are not cheap. How can you, a high school student, pay the bill of tens of thousands of dollars?"

"???"

Fan Wumian stared at his adopted father again and again, trying to awaken the little fatherly love he had.

Silly Old Fan simply spread his hands and said shamelessly:
"Hey?"

"Don't count on me. I don't have any money, and I have no life."

"Your father has only a few thousand dollars left on him. Don't worry, you are still young, they won't force you to death, you can get through it if you hold on."

　Let me add that the protagonist’s father’s character is indeed not likable enough.

　　But there won’t be many trivial matters in my book, so just treat this old guy as a supporting role.

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(End of this chapter)