Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Normally, the nurse war club keeps its door open.

But when the medical staff on duty faced in, they could not see outside at all. In particular, Luo Zhao and Fu Minghui walked through lightly.

The stairwells are of course also monitored.

But Fu Minghui looked up and believed that Zhang Jianhui had handled it remotely and ensured that it was closed at this time.

When they reached the fourth floor, they had only climbed two floors. Fu Minghui was a little out of breath due to nervousness.

She pulled Luo Zhao and asked in a very low voice, "How do you get through the pass?"

What she calls the gate is the security guard guarding it in front.

She peeked out furtively and saw that she was an aunt today.

Luo Zhao was silent, a smile flashed in his eyes.

Fu Minghui was surprised: Is there anything funny about what she said?

"Aren't you always worried that I cut off your white matter?" Luo Zhao said, taking out something like a small electric prod from his trouser pocket.

Then, Fu Minghui was stunned and walked over.

Fu Minghui was so shocked that he wanted to stop him, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Seeing that Luo Zhao was quite natural, the guard aunt looked up and was surprised to see him.

"Hey, where are you from? You must be on the wrong floor. You are not allowed to come in or out at will."

He was probably popular everywhere because of his good looks, and Luo Zhao was wearing a hospital gown. Although the aunt tried her best to stop him, she thought the patient was in the wrong place, so her voice was quite gentle.

"I picked up something..."

Luo Zhao's voice sounded, because the corridor was empty, it sounded echoy, and it was so good that it made people's ears numb.

Then, there was a not-so-pleasant sizzling sound, coming from the electric current.

Maybe you can't hear it usually, but who would let people be so quiet at night?

"Come out." It wasn't until Luo Zhao called her that Fu Minghui dared to walk out slowly.

Her cautious appearance made her look like a rookie agent. Hearing the call, he ran over quietly and quickly like a little mouse, which couldn't help but please Luo Zhao's heart again.

At this moment, he felt just like Fu Minghui did when he saw Toothless, wishing he could go up and rub that little head.

But, he endured it!

"How did you do that? Is she okay?" Fu Minghui didn't realize anything. He looked at the instrument in Luo Zhao's hand, and then at the unconscious aunt lying on the table.

"It's okay, I just slept for a short time, and I will forget why I fell asleep." Luo Zhao put away the instrument because he felt that if he didn't put it away, the non-staff person would be curious enough to grab it with his little paw.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the non-staff classmate suddenly stretched out his hands, stood on tiptoes, gently pressed his palms on his left and right cheeks, and rubbed a little harder, causing his face to slightly deform.

"Why is this?" he asked.

Because his mouth was pushed up, his voice was a little unclear.

"I want to see if you are an alien." Fu Minghui said seriously, really seriously.

"I've only seen this thing in the movie Men in Black before. It makes people lose their recent memory instantly."

"It's just black technology." Luo Zhao pulled down his small hands.

Fu Minghui was convinced.

Well, as expected on the Military (Anti-Harmony) Affairs Forum, people from the beautiful country are responsible for imagining it in the movie, and we are responsible for developing it in reality.

"Let's go, we don't have long." Luo Zhao urged someone who was always distracted, and took the lead in entering Room 402 near the stairs.

In this room lives the old man who became a vegetative state in his fifties and has been in a vegetative state for ten years now, making him over sixty years old.

His room was filled with instruments. The room was originally quite large, but it was actually made extremely cramped.

"They are all the latest instruments, top-notch not only in China but also abroad." Luo Zhao was well-informed and said after taking a few glances.

Fu Minghui's attention was on the old man himself.

You can see that he is already very thin, so thin that you can't even notice his existence unless you look carefully.

The quilt covering him was pressing down like a mountain, burying his entire figure deep underneath, and he felt like he would never be able to turn over.

Fu Minghui stepped forward gently, lifted the quilt and took a look.

It felt like there was just a skeleton with a layer of human skin in front of her, which made her shiver and became very scared.

When he stepped back, he bumped into Luo Zhao's chest.

His body temperature and his stability made her feel calmer.

Looking at the old man, there are tubes inserted everywhere, including his chest and brain. Only the shoulders and ankles are free throughout the body, allowing the body to be exposed.

Just around his ankle, there was a circle of white cloth with strange patterns on it.

Fu Minghui immediately took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the pattern.

"Do you think there's something wrong with this piece of cloth?" Luo Zhao asked her curiously.

Fu Minghui shook his head and covered the old man with the quilt again.

"I don't know, but I think I can ask Taoist Chixin about this pattern." He sighed and said, "Don't stare, it's very rude. Even if he doesn't know, he should have dignity."

People must have dignity.

But in this case, what dignity is there?

If he was a decent person, how embarrassing he would feel if he still had feelings.

Suddenly, I remembered a sentence I heard in the border: I want to die, let me die, why not let me die?

In the previous video given by Luo Zhao, there were a few words that were not in line with people.

This sentence is one of them.

Could it be that the old man's thoughts appeared in the boundary?

He whispered the situation to Luo Zhao. Luo Zhao didn't answer, but nodded.

They went to 403 next door.

It is said that he was the poor child who contracted a rare strange disease in the world at the age of fourteen or fifteen and entered a vegetative state. His parents didn't care, but his grandparents were reluctant to let him go. They spent twenty years draining the family's wealth just to keep him alive.

If this is considered alive.

The instruments on his side are much less than those of 402. They are only enough to maintain vital signs, and they are not the latest and most advanced equipment. After all, it is very expensive and cannot be afforded by ordinary people or ordinary rich people.

As I got closer and took a closer look, it was obvious that he was well taken care of.

Although it also looks decayed, it seems to be full of life. Because after twenty years of this, he still looks like a man in his thirties, but for some reason, even when he is sleeping, he still has a youthful look...

Fu Minghui shook his head, wondering if he was too idealistic and always used his own feelings to speculate on people and things in the outside world.

Just like Toothless, she always felt that it should be able to talk, but it just had more tails than humans, overly anthropomorphizing it.

"It would be great if I only had the intention to do so." Fu Minghui muttered.

What she meant was that by keeping one's mind and observing one's qi, one might be able to judge what the future of this middle-aged, oh no, young man would be like. Is his dare alive?

But Luo Zhao looked at her in surprise, because this was the second time tonight that she mentioned the little old man.

Do you care that much?

Second update.

The holiday ends tomorrow and everyone is back.

If you haven’t watched it in the past few days, you should probably enjoy it.