Aoba Office

The sound of "Pah! Pah! Pah!" appeared again, and there were panicked shouts downstairs.

The person in front of me was reaching out and about to touch the switch of the instrument, when the surroundings suddenly became dark.

I saw a purple arc of light shooting up in front of his fingertips. I grabbed his hand and tried to push it back, but suddenly I felt my body lose strength and my consciousness became chaotic.

I saw the man turn his head in surprise, and heard a small explosion coming from above.

Behind the man, the arc light traveled across the instrument, like a science fiction scene in a movie. The other people in the room screamed and crowded to leave the room.

I gritted my teeth and wanted to take this person away, but I felt powerless.

I can't even leave. My body... no, my soul seems to be collapsing and cracking apart inch by inch.

For a moment, I felt like I was hallucinating.

I saw a familiar figure and felt a strong force coming from my chest.

The soul flew backward uncontrollably until it touched the cold, hard marble floor.

There were more noisy shouts around me, and there were explosions above my head and in the distance. Beside me, there was a "bang" sound, and something seemed to fall, and my hand was still holding the thing.

Warm body...this is human.

Realizing this, I completely lost the motivation to hold on and fell into darkness.

For a long time, I sometimes felt like I was floating in the dark water, and sometimes I felt like I was being shaken by a violent storm. Sometimes, I can see people, both strangers and familiar people; sometimes, I see scenery, some strange and some familiar. What I saw was not all modern things. I seemed to see people and scenery from different eras.

These things are fragments that cannot be connected.

I even felt like I was going to be overwhelmed, forget myself, and be completely lost because of the massive amount of information that suddenly poured into my brain.

I don't have any sense of security. I can't find a tiny place to stay, so I can only keep drifting with the flow.

At first, I felt fear, and gradually, I became numb to it.

My mind became empty, without any ideas, and I couldn't even tell whether the fragments that appeared again were things I had seen before.

This feeling lasted for a long time until my body suddenly felt hot.

Not the head, not the heart, but the palms of the hands.

It seemed like something was stuck to my palm.

Following that heat, I found a heat source, a light source, or other energy groups. Anyway, I found a direction.

I began to move there consciously, indifferent to the information that continued to pour into my brain.

The force also started to pull me, making me feel the weight.

The weight of the body, and possibly the soul.

Finally, I landed on the ground, feeling the soreness in my muscles, the soft pillow under my head, and the flat bed under my body. I felt safe.

Through my eyelids, I felt light.

Real light, not light pouring into my consciousness.

I slowly opened my eyes.

"elder brother!"

I heard my sister's voice, and my eyes moved from the white ceiling to the bed.

My sister looked like she was crying with joy. She held my hand tightly and kept calling me: "Brother! Great, brother...Brother, you finally woke up! I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death... ...Mom and dad are also worried, and your friends... Wow, great, great..."

My sister's tears fell on the back of my hand.

I wanted to speak, but as soon as I thought about it, I didn't feel my lips or vocal cords move.

My eyelids also started to feel heavy, causing me to lower my eyes.

I saw my sister holding my hand.

There seems to be something in the palms of our hands... that thing is still emitting heat.

My sister probably rang the bell at the nurse's desk, and I heard her still calling me, but I couldn't control my heavy eyelids, nor could I control my consciousness, and fell into a slumber.

This time I was really asleep, without those messy fragments or that bad feeling.

I fell asleep completely unconscious, and when I woke up, it was already dark.

I turned my head and looked around.

This is a single ward with a bed for family members, which is very high-end.

I didn't see my sister. The person lying on the escort bed was Nangong Yao.

Somewhat awkwardly, he held my hand tightly and his palm was still very warm.

I tried to pull my hand away, but I felt myself being pulled, and then let go.

Nangong Yao woke up.

"Are you awake?" Nangong Yao said, sat up from the bed, released his hand, and turned on the bedside lamp.

Only then did I see that he had a half-burnt talisman in his hand.

Nangong Yao stuffed the talisman into his pocket before ringing the bell to call the nurse.

"That's..." I was a little surprised.

"The soul-fixing talisman made by the spirit. Your situation this time is a bit serious. The soul-fixing talisman didn't work at first. Mr. Tan helped. If it still doesn't work, I can only try to see if Mr. Chu's flesh and blood can have an effect on you. Yes." Nangong Yao said calmly.

When I first listened to it, I felt grateful, but when I listened to it at the end, I felt horrified.

Nangong Yao smiled and reassured: "I won't let you eat it directly. Eating it directly may have bad side effects. Ling is trying to solve this problem."

It's still a chilling description.

The nurse came quickly and interrupted this strange conversation.

She came in to check on me and called the doctor.

Nangong Yao said: "Your parents and sister are not suitable to accompany you in bed. In order to ensure that someone can deal with it when an accident occurs, we have been here to accompany you in bed these days."

I thanked Nangong Yao, and suddenly realized another meaning in his words, and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"To be precise, it's a coma. You were in a coma for a week. The doctor found out that your brain had been hit. It should have been the injury caused when you fell. In addition, there were some symptoms of collapse. Fortunately, otherwise, you It’s hard to explain to my family and work,” Nangong Yao replied.

I can understand what Nangong Yao means. Without a knock on the head, my collapse and prolonged coma would be inexplicable. I don't want to be a freak. Now, I'm just a bad guy.

However, this kind of "lucky" really makes people unhappy.

The doctor came soon.

Late at night, I was even asked to undergo a detailed examination. The hospital also provided late-night snacks, which comforted my stomach after not eating properly for many days.

This VIP treatment made me feel uneasy.

The hospital notified my family, and my parents and sister arrived quickly.

My mother and sister held me in tears, and my father’s hand on my shoulder was shaking.

This also made my nose sore and my eyes warm.

Nangong Yao didn't know when he left.

This evening, I talked a lot with my parents and sister. Most of them were repeated concerns, and my mother and father also talked about how my friends took care of me and helped my family this week.

I also learned about the current situation during the conversation.

This is not Minqing Hospital, but Shinan Hospital.

A large-scale circuit failure occurred in Minqing Hospital. All medical instruments, computer equipment in the hospital, and even the mobile phone that the doctor was charging were damaged. The worst thing was that it caused an explosion and fire. I was an unfortunate victim in that accident, but also a lucky survivor.

Within a week, more than 48 people died on the spot or later died from serious injuries. The total number of seriously injured comatose patients and seriously injured disabled patients was nearly 100.

This number gives me chills.

Not because the casualties were too large, but because of the meaning behind the casualties, I was frightened.