“哥们儿，你这伤可不轻啊，怎么就自己出来了？” Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack (2014) ringtone. Lǐ Hàorán heard the beep from his phone, took it out and saw a text message from his roommate, Wang Xiaotian. Without reading it carefully, he replied with a simple “fine, I’m fine, don’t worry,” and put the phone back in his pocket. He didn’t feel well, but he didn’t want to let his roommate worry about him, so he had to pretend to be strong. As he walked out of the hospital, the sun was shining brightly, but Lǐ Hàorán felt like he was in a dream. He had to admit that the people who said he was a lucky guy were right. Last night, after drinking a bottle of wine and then being hit on the head by a glass cup, he woke up in the hospital today and the wound on his head was almost healed. What was going on here? Coincidence? Or was it fate? He walked out of the hospital gate and took a breath of fresh air. The breeze was cool and comfortable, making him feel a little better. Then, he started thinking about what happened last night.