Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Jiang Xiaochuan felt like he was being dragged into the center of a deep vortex by an invisible force.

The scene around him spun and morphed like a kaleidoscope, challenging his perception of reality with every second.

Suddenly, darkness came like a tide and wrapped him tightly.

It was a suffocating oppression that made him feel as small as dust. Every struggle seemed to be easily smoothed out by an invisible giant hand. The feeling of powerlessness was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, corroding his will.

Just when Jiang Xiaochuan was almost swallowed by this despair, the sound of "da...da...da" like water drops falling on the ground suddenly rang out.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and it seemed to carry some kind of power, dispelling the darkness around it step by step.

As the light gradually grew brighter, Jiang Xiaochuan squinted his eyes, trying to adapt to the sudden light.

In front of his sight, a mirror appeared quietly and stood there quietly.

The surface is as smooth as a mirror, but it exudes an indescribable weirdness and temptation.

Jiang Xiaochuan walked towards the mirror involuntarily. Every step felt like walking on thin ice. He felt both expectant and fearful.

When he finally stood in front of the mirror, he looked like a completely different person.

The figure was cold and heartless, his eyes were as desolate as the abyss, without a trace of warmth.

When they looked into each other's eyes, Jiang Xiaochuan's heart felt like it was cut by a knife, and every beat was accompanied by severe pain.

He couldn't believe it, nor could he accept this strange yet familiar self.

The self in the mirror suddenly grinned. The laughter was low and weird at first, and then gradually became sharp and crazy.

It directly penetrated the mirror and hit the depths of Jiang Xiaochuan's soul.

This sudden laughter was like the most vicious curse, making Jiang Xiaochuan's already chaotic emotions even more out of control.

Anger, fear, helplessness...

All kinds of emotions erupted in his chest like a volcano, and he was almost torn apart by this force.

Finally, Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't bear it anymore and roared.

All the strength in his body seemed to gather into a river at this moment, and he punched the mirror hard.

With a loud bang, the mirror shattered like fragile bubbles, with fragments flying everywhere...

As the mirror shattered, the deafening noise seemed to become the key to awakening Jiang Xiaochuan's consciousness.

He felt a violent shock from his fist throughout his body.

Immediately afterwards, the originally chaotic and noisy sounds around began to gradually become clearer.

He vaguely caught a slight sound, which was the low hum of the door hinges slowly turning.

In the intensive care unit where Jiang Xiaochuan was, two nurses opened the door and walked in pushing a nursing cart.

The wheels made a slight rolling sound on the floor, which was particularly clear in this quiet space.

"It's so annoying."

There was no one around, and one of the nurses couldn't help but complain:

"He's been in a coma for half a month. Is there any possibility of saving him? Can't we just carry this vegetative patient home?"

"That's right. I have to clean his body every day, just like serving a master."

Another nurse named Qingqing muttered as her fingers nimbly unbuttoned Jiang Xiaochuan's slightly loose hospital gown, with a hint of impatience in her movements.

"Yingying, what on earth do you think this guy is capable of, to make those women outside, especially the village director who came over later, cry like a tearful person?"

Having said that, she couldn't help but reach out and pat Jiang Xiaochuan's strong chest gently.

It seemed like he was looking for answers, but it also seemed like it was just a simple touch.

"I have special skills."

The nurse named Yingying turned Jiang Xiaochuan's body over and smiled playfully.

"What's your specialty?"

Qingqing was puzzled.

“Specialties are specialties!”

Speaking of this, Yingying thought of the scene when she changed Jiang Xiaochuan's hospital gown when she was just carried over.

When the other party saw Yingying's playful smile, he immediately understood and subconsciously glanced at her unwiped lower body.

"If you want to see it, just peel it open and look."

Yingying teased, "Even if you want to do something, he won't resist."

"Screw you."

Qingqing rolled her eyes at her and said, "He only has one specialty now, what else can we rely on him for?"

After saying that, the two of them burst into laughter.

Although Jiang Xiaochuan's body is still gradually adapting, his hearing has fully recovered.

After hearing the two women's fierce words, Jiang Xiaochuan finally understood why there was a saying that nurses should not be married.

Feelings don't happen without reason.

At this moment, the crisp and rapid sound of high heels came from far away and echoed in the empty corridor.

The two nurses immediately put away the smiles on their faces and nervously finished the work in their hands.

They knew very well that the women who appeared in the ward whenever they had time were not people to be trifled with.