Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 204 Pharmacist [33] This is my nightmare, it does not belong to you
No one answered the phone.

Mo Qing clicked "Cancel" on the phone screen, and the sound in the bedroom stopped abruptly.

After a little hesitation, Mo Qing went straight to the master bedroom. When he stopped at the door, Mo Qing raised his hand to knock on the door, but there was a crack in the door and it was not closed tightly at all, so she pushed it open.

The room was dark, full of darkness.

There are no stars or moon outside, and a white gauze curtain falls in front of the window, swaying gently with the wind that enters the window.

With Mo Qing's eyesight, after a few seconds, he could vaguely see the furnishings in the house.

She saw the figure lying on the bed.

Fixed at the door, Mo Qing did not approach, and called from a distance: "Jiang Ke."

"..."

There was no sound on the bed, and the figure remained motionless.

However, man does not fall into a coma, fall asleep, or die.

Mo Qing could hear his breathing, which was somewhat rapid and not smooth.

After waiting for three seconds, there was still no response. Mo Qing raised his hand and tapped the switch. With a "pop", the imagined light did not come, and the room was still pitch black.

The lamp is broken.

Mo Qing strode towards the bedside: "Squeak if you're not dead."

Still silent.

Just as Mo Qing approached, the person on the bed took a deep breath slowly, his voice was hoarse: "Squeak."

"..."

Mo Qing choked.

For some reason, she suddenly felt like laughing, the corners of her lips curled in the darkness, but soon returned to normal.

As a doctor, although Mo Qing hadn't treated a few patients in the past year, Mo Qing would definitely not ignore such a patient.

She first grabbed Jiang Ke's wrist and felt his pulse.

In the past, when Jiang Ke had a headache, his pulse would not change, but this time, his pulse was chaotic and irregular.

Putting his hand down, Mo Qing bent down, and the back of his hand lightly touched his forehead, which was hot, and his fingertips slid all the way along his brow bone, feeling the scorching temperature.

And fine beads of sweat.

Mo Qing asked, "Where's the medicine?"

"..."

Jiang Ke was in unbearable pain, and at the same time the high fever persisted, and he was in a semi-comatose state, unable to respond to Mo Qing at all.

Mo Qing had no choice but to use the light of the mobile phone to rummage in the bedroom.

In the end, Mo Qing found a familiar medicine bottle in the bedside table on the other side, but there was nothing in it.

"..."

This loser's stuff.

Mo Qing threw the medicine bottle back into the drawer.

After pausing for two seconds, Mo Qing glanced at Jiang Ke who was unconscious on the bed, heaved a sigh of relief, took out the set of acupuncture needles, and cut his fingers with familiar movements...

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Jiang Ke is like falling into a fierce prison.

Like charcoal grilling, never before suffering.

However, such a vivid and profound feeling does not only come from the body.

He opened his eyes and found himself standing in a wilderness. He saw corpses strewn all over the field and blood flowing into a river. In front of him lay a man who was killed by the bombing, and his stomach and intestines kept flowing out. The person next to him had only his upper body left. The sole of the foot fell two meters away...

Not a single one was alive.

He felt heartbroken, but at a loss.

It shouldn't be like this.

No one deserves to die like this.

They should have farmed at home, plowed in spring and harvested in autumn, married wives and had children; they should have read and read, and when they grow up, they should have become the pillars of the country; they should have lived a long and ordinary life instead of being buried in the wild...

However, the country is ruined and the family is destroyed, and the world is unfair. Someone should make such a sacrifice.

Countless contradictory thoughts were running around in his mind, and he was walking in this wilderness like a walking corpse—an endless wilderness piled up with corpses.

After walking for a long time, the surroundings suddenly turned into white.

No wilderness, no corpses, no war.

A figure appeared in front of him, wearing a uniform, young and handsome, who looked exactly like him.

The man raised his hand and pointed, and in the distance was the tragic wilderness again.

"This is my nightmare."

"It doesn't belong to you."

He said so.

Thus, Jiang Ke saw the tragic post-war scenes disappear, farmers plowing in the spring, crops harvested in autumn appeared in the wilderness, and then tall buildings rising from the ground, and a city full of feasting and feasting...

(End of this chapter)