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Just like in a misty dream—

The mountains and flowing waters are flowing, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. White clouds are floating slowly in the blue sky, and a breeze is gently passing by his ears. The fragrance is so fragrant that people are intoxicated...

However, Fugui had no strength in his body, his body was soft and his eyes couldn't be opened. Maybe he was really tired and needed to rest with all his energy. He just lay down quietly, thinking in a vague way.

Those bright and radiant flowers were spinning all the time. Is this the legendary paradise? Heaven is so beautiful! He thought secretly.

When he was a little awake, he could hear intermittent quarrels, as if it were Yang Aiguo's voice, or Xiaoyu's voice. He tried hard to distinguish, trying to open his eyes to see his best comrades, but he felt his body swaying in the air, and the sounds became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the gurgling sound of the water in heaven...

When he tried to open his eyes, he found himself in a white world. He felt that the sunlight through the white curtains was very dazzling. He felt a little thirsty, and he turned his stiff head slightly, trying to find some water to drink.

What he saw was a plastic tube that was inserted all over his body, with a light blue rubber cover on his mouth, and the two bottles of transparent liquid hanging on the iron rack were slowly flowing into his body through the two tubes. On the display screen of the instrument beside the bed, two curved green lines were flashing rapidly. The room was so quiet that only the tall oxygen tank was making a "cucking" sound.

Fugui felt indescribable fatigue. He wanted to change his position, but his legs and feet seemed to not belong to him, and he was so soft that he did not obey his brain's command.

He sighed, this should be a hospital, it turns out that he is not dead!

So is the paradise in the dream fake? He suddenly felt relieved.

Although he felt that the ethereal heaven was beautiful, he was still willing to live truly, breathe the fresh air, and listen to the sound of nature...

He stared blankly at the incandescent lamp on the roof and began to slowly recall what happened that night.

The moment that man raised his gun, he also felt very scared. It was human instinctive reaction to death. Humans, how many people can face death without fear?

His head was dizzy again, and he closed his eyes. At this moment, he clearly left in his memories. In addition to the man's terrifying grin, there was also the terrifying black gun. But what happened later? How could he escape that disaster?

A sharp pain in his chest, as if he was torn apart by a person, made him unable to help but moan. However, the huge ward was terriblely quiet except for his moans.

There was a small stain on the white wall. Although it was not very obvious, he still felt uncomfortable when he saw it. Fugui is a person who loves to be clean. If he can stand up, he must wipe off the dust, and he thought silently.

dust??

He suddenly remembered that that night, whenever the heavy combat boots approached him, they would bring a row of dust and leave a huge footprint on the ground. The footprints walked step by step, as if stepping on the heart of wealthy people, and he seemed to smell the breath of death again.

What happened later?

His thoughts were broken again, and Fugui simply stopped thinking about it. He just wanted to know how Jin Hui and Jiao Ji were doing.

That night, he almost died when he dealt with both of them, not to mention that they had to face more than a dozen people. From the time when they heard the dense gunfire that day, he knew that they must be more difficult. Can they survive?

Fugui really wanted to find someone to ask about his comrades’ situation, but there was no one else here except him.

His eyes were a little sour and he fell asleep again.

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When Fugui woke up again, he still saw white. The only difference was that there were two figures busy in the room, and a man's voice came: "His vital signs are not stable, it's only to see if his physique can withstand it." They were all wearing masks, and Fugui sounded muffled.

Fugui looked in the sound and saw the male doctor bent down to him, staring at the small screen with his back to him. A nurse beside him stood aside, holding a book clip and lowering her head to record something.

Fugui felt that he hadn't seen anyone for a long time, so when he first saw someone coming in, he was like a child who had been trekking alone in the wilderness. He suddenly saw his familiar friend waiting for him in front of him. He stuttered and wanted to say a few words to them, but the plastic cover that was airtightly on his mouth and nose blocked his voice, and he couldn't even hear clearly what he was saying.

Fugui had to move his arm quietly, but a piercing pain spread throughout his body, and he couldn't help but moan softly.

The nurse seemed to hear it. She turned around and looked at Fugui. When she saw Fugui's eyes, she was slightly stunned for a moment, and then her surprised gaze instantly turned to joy: "He...he is awake." As she spoke, the book clip in her hand fell to the ground, and she pulled the male doctor and screamed happily.

The male doctor stood up, gently flipped Fugui's eyelids, looked at it with a sharp flashlight, nodded. Then he pulled the nurse aside and gave a few instructions in a low voice.

Fugui leaned his ears and wanted to know what they said, but the voice was too small, and he sighed.

After a while, the male doctor hurried out. The nurse came over and looked at Fugui carefully: "It's so good now, you finally woke up!" The joy was beyond words.

Fugui was very excited to see her from her eyes, but Fugui was not used to talking to women, so he turned his head slightly and saw a few bouquets of bright flowers inserted in a transparent glass bottle on the windowsill. Suddenly, he felt that the white ward was full of vitality.

The nurse might have noticed Fugui's indifference. She paused, looked at the bouquets of flowers in Fugui's eyes and said, "That was given to you by my colleagues, by the way, and your comrades-in-arms, today."

"Comrade-in-arms?" Fugui couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. In an instant, he felt warm in his heart and couldn't help but turn his head and look at the closed door.

The nurse seemed to see Fugui's worries. She smiled and said, "You still need to rest in time now. They can't come in to see you. You can only let them come in to see you when you are in better health. Therefore, if you want to see your comrades earlier, you must recuperate well."

Fugui really wanted to know how Jin Hui and Jiao Ji were doing, but as soon as he was about to speak, the nurse stopped him and said, "The doctor just said, try to talk as little as possible. What you need now is rest..."

Before he finished speaking, the doctor who had just left came in with an old man with white hair and energetic head. Fugui knew from the respect that the young doctor was to him that this old man must be an expert.

Sure enough, the old man first opened Fugui's eyes and looked at it, then sat down in front of the flashing display screen, focused on checking the data above. After a long time of silence, he went to Fugui and shook his hand. Finally, he finally spoke, but not to Fugui, but to the doctor and nurse: "I have a good observation these two days. He is still very weak. You must let the patient rest well. Remember, you must not make him excited!"

Fugui sighed secretly. What he needed now was not rest, but was eager to know the situation of his comrades. But he knew that the old man's words were imperial edicts for the nurse or the young doctor, and they would not give him a chance.

The old man stared at Fugui, ignoring the slightest look of begging in Fugui's eyes. He explained a few words to the nurse, and then walked out of the ward with the doctor.

The nurse sent them away and returned to Fugui's side to moisten his lips with cotton balls dipped in water. His eyes were dull, as if he was talking to him, but he seemed to be talking to Fugui: "I don't know if you can hear what I said, but the doctor said you need to rest. You must have a good rest. If you can open your eyes, you will definitely recover. I believe." After that, he covered his bare arms and quietly left the ward with a plate.


Chapter completed!