I, Otto, create destruction in the world of mobile games

"Doctor Mobius, I want to go outside and take a look. Can you push me?"

"The patient needs to rest. I told you that you have 50%." Mebius refused coldly, "Besides, doctors and patients should keep their distance. This is the rule."

"50%? So, Dr. Mobius is going to pay for my medical expenses?"

Wendy made a joke naturally.

Jokes are both liberating and helpless, and they also reflect the cruel reality of society. This is not about right or wrong, it's just a rule. Wendy knows very well that if she is exempted from the fee because of pity, then there are many more people in the world who are more pitiful than her. Should they also be helped for free?

I still remember there was a movie called "Dying to Survive".

There is only one kind of disease in the world.

"Don't be depressed, just take a rest first."

Mebius took the medical record away, looked at the time, hung up a bottle of medicine, and the drip flowed into Wendy's blood vessels.

She has strength, but no heart.

This cannot be blamed on Mebius. From a doctor's perspective, it is right to treat everyone equally.

But in fact, she doesn't need to worry about this matter.

"By the way, someone will come to see you later, don't forget..."

"Interview? I see." Wendy sighed, probably thinking that her behavior would be touted as righteous.

What a hassle.

Forget it, just accept these things as they come.

"I really want to go see the butterflies..." Wendy breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the dripping water and the wheelchair that was carrying her to the side.

"Okay! Once the fight is over, I'll sneak out!"

------------------"What are you doing?"

"Are you escaping from prison? Don't you think this ward is more like a cage?"

After the drip was finished, Wendy pulled it out with ease. This was not her first time doing this.

In a whisper, this was taught to her by Dr. Mobius.

"By the way, are you also a patient?"

Looking at the blond boy in front of her, Wendy couldn't tell what disease he had. He looked familiar, like a degenerate version of a bishop from a comic book.

"Patient? Not really. Just someone visiting a patient."

"Maybe you came to the wrong room. I'm the only one here." Wendy looked around but didn't care too much. She just stretched out her hand and scratched her head awkwardly.

"Um, can you help me? I want to go out and take a look."

Pointing at the wheelchair, Wendy unplugged the IV and found that she seemed a little weak.

Especially the legs, which are completely paralyzed. It is said that this is also a pathological characteristic of the new influenza.

"The patient doesn't want to stay in the ward but wants to go out?" Otto found it strange, and since Wendy was trying too hard, he walked over and put her in the wheelchair.

"Finally done, please help me push it, please!" Wendy prayed with her hands and a smile in her eyes, looking like a child who was about to be discharged from the hospital.

Her smile is very innocent.

Like the wind, it looks free and sincere.

"Sure, but you need to give me a reason. If you run away with the patient, people will think I'm kidnapping you." Otto held the wheelchair but did not move. He just looked at Wendy.

Come to think of it, even in the past I never did kidnapping?

Congratulations! There is one more reason to go to heaven after death.

"Kidnapping? I'm not worth anything, but..." Wendy thought for a moment and said, "Let me put it this way. This place always reminds me of a lot of annoying things. Have you ever heard of a story about a person who is about to die because of helping others?"

"This place is like a prison to me. Instead of staying here forever, why not leave?"

"Just look at the scenery, or something."

Wendy smiled comfortably, and her smile infected Otto, and the wheelchair was slowly pushed out of the hospital.

In a world full of birdsong and flowers, a girl sits quietly in a wheelchair.

Although Mebius is cold, this hospital has many humane designs. This can be seen from the garden outside the hospital. There is a large cypress forest and signs warning strangers not to enter.

Quiet and wanton.

Private hospitals have fewer rules, but can do more.

"It's great. I wonder when I can stand up and walk inside to have a look, all by myself." Wendy kept saying this beside Otto.

It's strange to say, although he was a strange boy, Wendy had never had a comfortable chat with him.

"Why don't you speak?" Wendy looked at the boy beside her curiously.

"It's very rude to interrupt someone's conversation. Besides, Miss Wendy, you are strong enough and don't need others to comment on you. All you need is for others to listen to you."

Otto smiled and handed over a bottle of water.

"What? So you know me!"

When she heard her name, Wendy realized that the other party obviously knew her.

But not like those who know themselves clearly.

It seems that everyone around him feels that he or she is in despair. In their opinion, there is no way a patient can be quiet and at peace. Perhaps everyone is too attached to life.

Except Otto.

He seemed to treat me as just an ordinary person, and his attitude towards me was always smiling, which was very comfortable.

"Okay, as the person who helped me escape from prison, what's your name?" Wendy looked at Otto with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Otto, that's all."

When Wendy heard the name Otto, she paused for a moment and whispered, "Why do I feel like he looks a bit like the archbishop in a comic book, the evil one lately..."

"I can hear you!"

Otto patted his head. He now understood very well the mood of the Big Three at that time. It was indeed not a happy thing to be influenced by the comics.

At least, now he is cared for by people he knows, and they all seem to be worried about whether he is really that evil.

Or maybe there's some psychological problem or something.

"Hehe..." Wendy realized that her voice had leaked out and scratched her head embarrassedly. It seemed that she hadn't been around people for too long and had become accustomed to talking to herself.

"I'm sorry, you're definitely not an evil person, you're my cellmate!"

As an apology, Wendy looked at Otto, "Ahem, then as an apology, I can promise you one thing! As long as I can do it!"

"Well, okay, Miss Wendy, I actually want to know why you are so optimistic."

Otto's questions sounded familiar, but there was a smile in them, no evil intent.

"I don't like this question. It seems like I should be optimistic." This made Wendy puff her lips and look at Otto seriously, but she soon relaxed.

"Okay! But who made you my cellmate?"

"Actually, I'm not very optimistic either. When I went to the hospital and found out about my problem, I was also very angry because I was kind. Why, I was hurt while helping others. Don't you think this is very unfair?"

Word by word, Wendy expressed her inner thoughts. Perhaps Otto was different from others.

Maybe someone who can push himself out and indulge himself?

After all, this is something that even Dr. Mobius couldn't do.

"But, I thought about one thing and then I slowly became optimistic!"

Wendy smiled lightly and spoke word by word, "When I was very young, I actually contracted a disease. At that time, my family didn't have the ability to treat it, and they wanted to give up, but in the end, I survived!"

"Because someone invested money, I can live to this day, and the same is true of my original intention to help patients." Wendy smiled.

"I choose the world because the world once chose me. That's not sad, is it?"

"It's a pity that we couldn't find the person who invested in it. We only know a code name. It's a pity. He may not survive."

Wendy smiled helplessly, and she was wearing a necklace in the shape of a rabbit with a line of English attached. It looked strange to others, but Otto understood it.

TeRiRi!

Unexpectedly, it was her?

Is this also a kind of fate?

This is just like how he has now found the difficult problem to be given to Danzhu.

"Oh, by the way, what's your name? As a cellmate, I really hope you can come to my funeral or something."

As she spoke, Wendy just remembered that she didn't seem to know the other person's name.

However, Otto waved his hand, stood up, and said sincerely:

"Alright, alright, stop the funeral. Let me introduce myself. I'm Otto! I'm also the author of Honkai Manga."

"Ms. Wendy, I need your help with something. I sincerely invite you to come to our company to do dubbing. The remuneration may be quite special. If you agree, I will donate 10% of the game's operating income to your medical expenses. What do you think?"

Chapter 47 Two previews, Theresa’s expectations!

"Dubbing?"

Wendy had never heard of such a thing, and suddenly someone said they would invest money to save her. This kind of good thing that fell from the sky seemed unreal.

But Wendy heard something else.

"Wait, you said it's a comic about Honkai Impact 3rd? Are you the author?"

"You're going to release a game?"

Normally, Wendy should have refused, or gone to find out more first.

But the term "collapse" is too dazzling, especially the aftermath of that concert. It seemed that the collapse was tepid, but everyone who could trace the past was attracted by the characters and excitement.

This is probably the kind of fan that just follows tap water.

Wendy was the one who was recommended.

"Ahem, can I see Alicia? The beautiful angel at the concert!" Wendy was so excited that she wanted to get up from the wheelchair.

Seeing this, Otto quickly stopped him.

"No, no, I'm afraid that won't work. Alicia is not a real person, although I'm grateful that you like her." This is not the first or second time. Otto sees countless messages from people looking forward to seeing Alicia every day.

I am xxx's dog, and it actually became one of the famous memes.

Currently, it only applies to Alicia.

"Ah, is that so?" Wendy realized that she was too excited. She controlled her emotions and looked at Otto. "Well, if that's the case, then 10% is not necessary. The dubbing price is not that high."

Basically, there is no need for rejection.

But Wendy questioned Otto's price instead.

Ten percent, no matter how it is calculated, is by no means a small number. Wendy always feels like she is the one being pitied. Even though she is a patient, unequal profits can make people feel stressed.

"No! Ten percent is just a number. Miss Wendy, you just need to know that there are many patients fighting on the front lines. I would rather set up a fundraising foundation. However, our game has not yet been released. As for the specific amount, it depends on Miss Wendy. If it's okay? I'll go get the contract now? And by the way, ask about Mebius's discharge from the hospital?"

Otto talked freely.

The foundation's proposal reassured Wendy. This approach was the best.

"But, can I really do it? The pressure is so great..." Wendy was a little worried.

Otto gestured to her to rest assured and said, "Don't worry, you will see several new people who look similar. In fact, except for the painters, all the voice actors in my company are new. We can learn together. Miss Wendy only needs to remember one thing."

"Freedom and complaints, dissatisfaction and love, can exist at the same time. This is also the main line you need to express your emotions."

"Main plot? Is there a script? Or a name or something?"

Wendy can think of the people who voiced Paramecium, Pressed Duck, and Mei, so she has more expectations.

While saying that everything was fine, he asked about his role and how to do it.

And Otto gave a file and a name.

"The poem of the wind!"

--------------------------"Here it comes! Big news!"