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"Boss Yan, you have received the medicine."

The nurse leisurely walked into a single ward with the treatment tray, saw the patient curled up on the bed with a quilt covering his head, and asked curiously: "Are you awake or not? After sleeping for more than one It's been a month, can you still sleep?"

The person in the quilt moved, looking at the shape, it seemed to put his arms on his face.

"Aren't you awake?" The nurse muttered and called out to him, "Boss Yan? Hurry up and take a look. I'm going to give you medicine."

Yan Mingxin lifted the quilt and sat up, blushing.Through the mask, he couldn't tell how old the nurse was, and he didn't know how to address him, so he could only say, "Mr. Nurse, you call me that, can I agree?"

"Boss" is a title, generally used to address a commander, at least one must be a division commander to be worthy of it.

Yan Mingxin didn't dare to make this joke, how could he have the nerve to answer it?

"What's the matter? I thought handsome guys like you were invulnerable." The nurse didn't take it seriously, and while distributing medicines into small paper bags one by one, teased him endlessly, "Then what do I call you? Commander? Marshal Yan? General?"

"Outrageous." Yan Mingxin wiped his face, "Call me by name."

The nurse raised her eyebrows and exaggeratedly said, "That's not okay."

This is the Medical Department of Shanhaiguan Base, the unit with the highest level of medical treatment in military bases in the country. Most of the people who can be sent here are soldiers who were injured in the front line or in training, or veterans who have been shining all their lives.

A standard salute can bring two strangers closer in an instant. When chatting, the patients inevitably report their family background, share their hurt feelings, and talk about their glorious deeds.It is an honor to be brave for the country even though it hurts.I have heard a lot, and when facing these special patients, the nurses working here are respectful and try to make the patients feel at ease. They simply call everyone the boss.

I am happy if you go your way, why not do it?

The doctor came in, took a look, and asked, "Have a fever? Your face is so red."

"Yo." The nurse immediately took out the thermometer and scanned it at Yan Mingxin, and shook it under the doctor's eyelids, "36 degrees, it's normal--I'm ashamed."

Yan Mingxin: "..."

Seeing that others were shy and pointing it out specially, Yan Mingxin felt that the folk customs in this place seemed not very simple.

"I am your attending doctor, surnamed Wang." The doctor sighed heavily and said with infinite vicissitudes, "You are awake."

Yan Mingxin felt that he was pretty good, and he didn't know why he was so sad, so he hurriedly asked, "Doctor, how is my situation?"

The doctor tapped the small paper bags on the table with a pen, and said from the bottom of his heart: "I have prescribed all the best medicines for you; I have given you all the best instruments that can be taken out. Take them out." The secondment that didn't come out was also seconded to you; the weekly general consultation, the best doctors in the hospital sit together, every time you have to discuss and discuss you-really, everyone wonders, we once thought you..."

In the middle of speaking, the doctor raised his hand and made a "wait a moment" gesture.

Sick people are most afraid of the doctor's hesitation.

Yan Mingxin couldn't help asking: "What do you think is wrong with me?"

The location where Yan Mingxin fell into the sea was between Baimaguan and Shanhaiguan, closer to the Shanhaiguan Hospital in a straight line, and was directly sent to the hospital apron by a sea rescue helicopter.

After several examinations and consultations, the experts agreed that the patient's physical fitness was quite good, and other minor injuries were not worth mentioning. The main reason was that he fell into a coma caused by cerebral hypoxia—the task fell on the shoulders of the Department of Neurology.

As an attending physician in the Department of Neurology, Dr. Wang has treated an unknown number of patients who were comatose due to cerebral hypoxia due to various emergencies over the years.Yan Mingxin's coma was rated as moderate. Although it was tricky, there were rules to follow.

He stayed in the ICU for a week, tried his best, and saw that the patient's indicators gradually became normal, but even if he was not awake, he still fell asleep when he was transferred to the general ward.

The patient slept soundly, but Dr. Wang was not. When he closed his eyes at night, he dreamed of a tall man standing at the end of the medicine.

When he got home from get off work yesterday, he received a message from his colleagues saying that the nail household was finally willing to wake up, and the situation was so good that it couldn’t get any better.

A stone fell to the ground in Dr. Wang's heart, he was refreshed, he ate well and slept well, and he inevitably slept a little longer in the morning.In order to finish his breakfast before the ward rounds, he used up today's rice porridge and buns in a hurry.

At this moment, the gas produced by the decomposition of carbohydrates in the stomach is slowly moving upwards along the esophagus——

Doctor Wang covered his mouth with clenched fists, turned his head slightly, and hiccupped silently.

It's really transparent and joyful!

Such a young patient has a bright future and will surely accomplish a lot. If the patient can wake up, he is more comfortable than the patient!

This sentence has been held in Dr. Wang's heart for a long time. If he met a fragile patient, he would definitely not dare to say it, but the person in front of him looks like the sun in terms of age and mental state, and he is probably stronger than him.

He doubted himself for a long time because of the delay in waking up from this case, and he almost became ill. Today he couldn't vomit: "We once thought you had become a vegetable."

"I'm really sorry," Yan Mingxin stood up, bowing apologetically, "I've troubled you."

Regarding the doctor's worries, Yan Mingxin was not worried at all.

He knew very clearly that during this long coma, not only did he not turn into a plant, but his thinking was also active like never before.

Those scenes seemed to be within reach, more delicate than any dream he had ever had since he was a child, every faint breeze he had blown, every song of cicadas and birds he had heard, the scorching sun in the sky, the The cold moon at the end of the sea and the sky, the name he stood in front of the bulletin board like a fool but couldn't find it, the crisis of his life hanging by a thread and almost being buried in the belly of a fish... It's too clear.

What's even more inexplicable is that these are all memories that don't belong to him at all.

He has never seen such film and television works, never heard such anecdotes, and asked himself that he has no regrets about the past that cannot be ignored. Compared with the sea, he also loves the blue sky. He doesn't know why he went to such a place place.

As for that person, his appearance was even more unreasonable.

They only met once, didn't they.

What is the origin of this dream?

Doctor Wang babbled on and on, Yan Mingxin was only distracted, and only caught a few words and the final statement: "...Out of this door, the moon will be embraced in nine days, and turtles caught in five oceans, just go!"

Shocked, he hurriedly asked, "I can be discharged from the hospital, right?"

"I have no problem here, but there are two more things." Dr. Wang took a piece of paper from the file folder and wrote down a few words, "One is the building behind, do you see it? Go to this clinic Do a psychological evaluation, as long as the other side says that you are fine, you can be discharged from the hospital; the second is the cost, your unit will send someone to help you deal with it when you are in a coma, and he will take care of it for you, just wait and see .”

Yan Mingxin was as healthy as he looked, and he ran to the door of the psychological evaluation room to take a number without stopping, and frankly and frankly came and went with the psychologist, and answered dozens of times.

"Doctor," taking advantage of the psychiatrist's effort to enter information into the computer, Yan Mingxin thought about it, and felt that some questions were appropriate to ask here, "Can you interpret dreams?"

"Excuse me." The doctor raised his eyelids to look at him from above the glasses, "Did you dream when you were unconscious?"

There are too many elements and too many events, Yan Mingxin doesn't know where to start, thinking for a long time: "I dreamed of a school, what does 'school' represent in my dream?"

"'School' is just a feature of this dream," the doctor said with a smile. "Is it just a dream of a house with the word 'school' written on it? Can you be more specific?"

"I also dreamed of trains, large and small boats, and various cars." Yan Mingxin was thinking, "And airplanes? Various types of airplanes."

"No more?" The doctor waited for a long time without seeing anything else, coughed, and explained in embarrassment, "These are common things. Dream interpretation in psychology is based on Freud's research on dreams. Consultants discuss and analyze their dreams, which is different from the popular "Dream Interpretation of Zhou Gong" in traditional culture. It is impossible to make a simple one-to-one correspondence between objects and symbolic meanings, and it cannot reveal bad luck. Therefore, you only talk about dreams It’s not easy to analyze what happened or the scene.”

He comforted softly: "And I don't think you need to care too much. After all, you were injured. It is normal for people to have some unusual dreams when they suffer from accidents. You can relax."

Yan Mingxin is still hard to let go: "This is a very long dream. In a place I have never been to, I met someone I didn't know before. In the dream, we interacted a lot, and I became friends with him."

The doctor gave a "hmm", as if he had captured some information, and asked, "Does this person exist in reality?"

Yan Mingxin replied decisively: "It exists. I have seen it, but we have not spoken."

The doctor speeded up his speech and asked, "What's your impression of this person outside your dream?"

"Very good." Yan Mingxin answered quickly without hesitation, and even added, "I have a very good impression."

The doctor asked: "Do you have a chance to know him in reality?"

"I'm not sure," Yan Mingxin told the truth, "We are far apart, and he is also very busy."

"That's it." The doctor smiled, leaned lightly on the back of the swivel chair, and said slowly, "One of Freud's views is that 'dreams involve the satisfaction of desires'. You may have heard However, some people dream of their loved ones who are worried about them, commonly known as "Tuo Meng". There are also fanatic fans who dream of their idols, and there are very intimate behaviors in their dreams. Most of these phenomena are due to the fact that people receive too many related stimuli. , I was fascinated by this person during the day, so I formed a corresponding dream at night, which reflects that people subconsciously want to meet this person very much. As for you, is it possible that you become friends with this person in a strange environment? Is it because the two of you cannot meet under real conditions? So you subconsciously set the scene in an unconventional place, only in this way can the two of you get to know each other reasonably and become friends."

The psychiatrist still comforted and enlightened softly: "Everyone has had similar dreams, so don't be burdened. Anyway, your score is very low in terms of post-traumatic stress disorder. I think you can deal with it." Discharge."

"Contains the satisfaction of desire" - lying on the hospital bed, Yan Mingxin recalled what the psychiatrist said, and unconsciously stared at the ceiling with his mouth open.

Worrying... The doctor touched his lips, why did every word that came out looked so shocking?

Thinking day and night... Is it because the season is here and the weather is getting hotter, or is something biting him, why does he feel hot inside from morning to night after staying here only consciously for a day?

Fascinated... Yan Mingxin couldn't help covering his mouth with his hands, did he, did he want to know that person so much?

The doorknob of the ward turned "squeaky" and a person walked in.

The nurse greeted Yan Mingxin just now. During the time he was going for psychological evaluation, the commissioner sent by the military region was already handling the payment procedures for him. It must be his comrades who came to take him back to Fengtian.

He returned home like an arrow, and jumped off the bed.

The person who came was dressed in civilian military uniform, tilted his head and glanced into the room, greeted with a smile, and said, "Mingxin!"

"It's you?" Yan Mingxin was startled, then raised his hand in salute, and called out the other person's name, "Liang Dongcai."

"Hello!" The other party saluted, stepped forward to shake hands with a smile, and whispered, "I changed my name, and now I am called Liang Sansheng."