MTL - I Really Want To Go Against The Sky-Chapter 10 Not just a dream!

"Sister Liu, what happened to this person, thinned like this, will not be ill?"

"Don't say, it's just drinking too much, alcoholism, washing him a stomach, no life."

"Is it wrong? I haven't seen anyone who drinks too much. How can he be like him?"

"You look at his eye sockets, and you can get drowning in the deepest. And the eyes of the pandas are all covering the entire face. This is so hard, I look like the patients who are in critical condition." ""

"Hey! Little voice!"

"I also heard that this person has moderate depression and severe insomnia. This time, I have not slept for five days and five nights, so I drank three bottles of white wine in one breath and directly poured myself down. ""

"When you care for him, you should pay attention to it. Don't irritate him. Such patients are very unstable. If you are not satisfied, you will be furious."

"Yeah, so serious, so poor! His family, how come one did not come?"

"Who knows, I heard that even the medical expenses were first put out by his landlord, and he did not see his family from beginning to end."

"Then his landlord is really good. We are here in the senior VIP ward. I have to pay an extra 2,000 yuan for the treatment of one day. For a tenant, he is willing."

"Who said no, he is also a good person, otherwise who will take care of him and throw it out directly as a drunkard."

"Yes, yes, not only good people, but also rich, just don't know if it is a handsome guy."

"You can save it, the landlord I have seen, it is a woman, very beautiful, you have no chance."

"No, it's a pity, why isn't it a handsome guy..."

Stumbled, Yang Fan’s consciousness gradually turned to wake, and two women’s whispers were heard from the ear.

What is this?

Hell?

He tried to open the eyelids with a thin slit. He saw two women wearing white clothes being busy with his side. The faint voices he had just heard were in their mouths.

"Hey, Miss Liu, his finger just moved, it seems to wake up!"

"Yeah, it’s almost waking up. It’s been all night. If you don’t wake up, you should call Dr. Chen.”

"Xiao Zhang, you go to give him a cup of warm water. After waking up, he should be thirsty and add a lot of water."

"Well, that!"

At this time, Yang Fan clearly felt that the woman named Liu Jie bent over her bed and whispered: "Mr. Yang! Mr. Yang Fan! Wake up! Wake up!"

"The water is coming, the water is coming, Miss Liu, is he awake?"

"Perception has been restored, but consciousness seems to be not very clear." Liu Jie continued to call in Yang Fan's ear: "Mr. Yang, can you open your eyes? I am the responsible nurse of the thirteenth room, Liu Juan, may I ask you? Is there any need now, do you want some water?"

It turned out to be a nurse.

So, is this in the hospital?

Yang Fan’s heart was in peace, and he tried to open his eyes. He quickly saw the appearance of Liu Juan’s nurse standing on his bed, a woman in her thirties with a professional face with a professional smile. .

The other stood next to Liu Juan, young and slightly light, only about twenty years old, youthful and lively, holding a glass of water in his hand, looking at him curiously.

"I am not already dead, how can I be in the hospital? Who sent me?"

Yang Fan opened his already dry lips and asked the two nurses in front of him.

He remembered very clearly that his body had been completely destroyed outside the city of West Chu, and his soul was also greatly affected by the self-destruction explosion in the West Chu City.

In his mind, he still echoes the shouts of countless people before his death. Why did he not only have physical body when he woke up again, but he was still in a very quiet and comfortable hospital ward?

Who saved him?

"Mr. Yang, you must have been a nightmare. You just drank some more alcohol yesterday and were sent to the hospital by your landlord. After the stomach lavage treatment last night, your body is no problem, you don't have to worry too much. ""

Liu Juan’s face showed a gentle smile, soft comfort, and then introduced to Yang Fan again: “I introduce yourself, I am your responsible nurse, my name is Liu Juan. I am a 13-room intern nurse. Her name is a shirt."

"If you have any discomfort, or if you don't understand what you want to ask, you can tell us directly and we will try our best to help you. If we can't solve it, we will contact you with your responsible physician, Director Chen."

The thoughts in Yang Fan’s heart surged.

Drink too much, was sent to the hospital for gastric lavage by the landlord?

A familiar plot, isn't this the state of life before he crossed?

Am I coming back?

Or is it that the previous experiences were indeed a nightmare after he was drunk? Now that the dream is awake, everything has returned to normal. Is he still a depressed person with severe insomnia?

For a time, Yang Fan has some points that are unclear what is true or not, what is a dream, and what is reality.

"Humans will eventually rise, and my generation will not be slaves!"

Inside the brain, the vows that have been remembered by countless peoples are echoed. The blood in Yang Fan’s chest can’t help but boil again. If it’s a dream, then the dream is too real.

"Mr. Yang, your face is a bit wrong, is it uncomfortable?"

Liu Juan saw Yang Fan's face a little red blood for a while, and the mood became a little ups and downs in a moment. He quickly asked: "Would you like to drink your mouth first? You just woke up, you must feel thirsty?"

The cup in the handle of the shirt was handed over, and Yang Fan shook his head slightly. "I don't want to drink anything. I just want to be quiet now."

"Okay, then we won't bother you, you should rest first."

Liu Juan reached out and took the cup over, gently placed it on the medical cabinet at the bedside, and then waved her hand in the shirt without a trace, indicating that she first quit. At this time, Yang Fan’s mood was obviously unstable, they still Don't be too irritating to him.

After all, this is a moderately depressed person, and it is best to follow him first.

"Mr. Yang, I am in the living room with Xiao Zhang. If you have any needs, you can call us directly. You can also press the pager on the bedside. We will come to help you in the first time."

After that, Liu Juan also gently quit the ward, and the door was gently closed.

"Sister Liu, how come you out? Let him stay alone in the ward. I think his state is a bit wrong. It won't be his depression."

When Liu Juan came out, Zhang shirts came together and kept talking.

Liu Juan shook his head slightly, whispered: "Reassured, I have been a nurse for more than ten years~www.novelbuddy.com~ This eyesight and experience is still there."

"Mr. Yang's mood is not good, but there is no death in his eyes. Even I feel that his will to survive is even stronger than normal people. Such people will never be born."

"Yes, yes!" Zhang shirt said: "I also feel this way when I talk about it. The moment I saw him blinking, I saw the infinite desire for the world in his eyes. Love, that feeling, just like, as if he had once died, it’s weird."

"Oh, well, don't talk nonsense here." Liu Juan raised her hand and patted it on the head of the shirt. "Doctor Chen gave him a hangover injection yesterday, saying Waiting for him to wake up and then go to the injection, you go to the pharmacy to take the injection, I will give him an injection later."

"Well, that!"

The shirt was nodding quickly, and the door was lifted out.

Ten minutes later, Liu Juan rang the door of Yang Fan with a syringe equipped with an injection. After getting the answer from Yang Fan, she slowly pushed the door into it.

"Mr. Yang, this is the hangover needle that Dr. Chen has given you. It will make you recover faster after the injection. You will endure it, and it will soon be good."

During the conversation, Liu Juan expertly picked up the alcohol cotton and wiped it on the upper arm of Yang Fan. Then the needle fell and the needle was inserted into Yang Fan's **** accurately.

"Hey!"

Yang Fan took a breath and hurt.

"You saw a nurse's injection, the basic medical skills have improved, and the medical skills are +1."

"Your body is injected with an unknown drug, and the toxin resistance is improved, and the poison resistance is +1."

The familiar voice sounded again in the ear, and Yang Fan’s eyes squatted and slammed up from the bed.