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Dolores has never had such a sweet sleep, although her sleep quality has never been bad.

When she opened her eyes, she felt like some kind of machinery had been reassembled all over her body, the brand new parts were shining, and she felt incredibly refreshed.

The faint scent of disinfectant lingered at the tip of her nose. Dolly opened her eyes and found that she was lying on a soft hospital bed, surrounded by white curtains, and the sound of people's footsteps and conversations could be heard outside.

A soft-faced woman in a white coat stood by the bed, saw her open her eyes, and said to her joyfully, "Are you awake? Thank God!"

Dolly blinked, and her long eyelashes fluttered up and down. She suddenly remembered the iron man who fell from the sky before, she flew over Queens, and then she had a strange physical reaction on the roof.

God, did I pass out from the pain?She opened her emerald green eyes and looked at the other party in surprise: "I, what's wrong with me? I remember that I seemed to faint."

Maybe it was Iron Man who called the ambulance for me... She was grateful and felt a little sad about her account balance.

"Yeah." She said sympathetically, her eyes drifting away uncomfortably for a moment, but Dolly didn't notice. "You passed out on the roof of a department store."

Dolly had a drip needle stuck on the back of her left hand, and she tapped her forehead with the other hand in a headache: "Oh...what's wrong with me...are you a doctor? Which one is here? Hospital? Can I borrow the phone, I want to contact my friend."

"Uh...my phone isn't here, sorry. Oh, my name is Simmons and I'm a...I'm a doctor."

Dolly noticed her slightly blunt tone and was a little puzzled, but she couldn't care less because she suddenly remembered something.

"Did you see my cat? It's orange, with a mutilated left ear and tail. I remember him being next to me when I passed out!"

She pulled Simmons's sleeve anxiously, and Simmons said helplessly, "I, I seem to have seen it."

Her stammering and full of loopholes made Phil in the monitoring room hold his forehead: "Let Barbara go."

So just as Dolores and Simmons were in a stalemate, a tall blond beauty opened the curtain and walked in. The curtain quickly fell behind her. She had a neat ponytail and a stethoscope hanging around her neck. His smile is very kind.

She walked to the hospital bed, holding a medical record book to write and draw, raised her head and helped the mirror frame: "Dolores Green? Well, a coma caused by shock, with a certain degree of hallucinations, you are very You can be discharged from the hospital soon, my dear, as long as you rest well." She winked playfully at the bewildered Dolly.

And Dolly was full of doubts. Except for being stunned by the Iron Man who smashed into her house at the beginning, she didn't feel that she had been frightened much. It was more serious than the inexplicable pain she felt when she was afraid.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked in a low voice.

Dolly watched the beautiful female doctor anxiously and sensitively, hoping to find a trace of lying on her face.

If I'm terminally ill and they're trying to hide it from me...

God, she can barely control the drooping corners of her mouth.

The female doctor seemed to see her thoughts, she sat down on the edge of her bed, and then put an arm around her shoulders, rubbing comfortingly: "Honey, I promise you are fine, okay?"

"We just need to collect some information now, and then, if you like, you can go straight home."

Dolly breathed a sigh of relief, she nodded, the worry in her heart was relieved by the warm embrace of the female doctor: "Okay."

Simmons and her glanced at each other quickly, and then Simmons took the medical record book and ballpoint pen, and sat on the white folding chair beside him.

"Okay, let's start now."

Dolly's emerald green eyes stared blankly at her, awaiting the first question.

"Before you moved to New York two weeks ago, you had been going to boarding school in Boston, hadn't you?"

"Yes, I went all the way to ninth grade."

"Wow, your previous physical examination reports were all very healthy, almost more than 90.00% of your peers. You don't smoke, drink or take drugs. Has your body always been this good?" Simmons continued to finger Flipping through a few pages of the report, she was amazed at her physical fitness.

"I don't think I've ever been sick, I'm really healthy, but I swam in the lake with my friends in the late fall when I was in seventh grade, and I sneezed and coughed a few times, but I My friend had a high fever, and I was going to get an injection, but when I arrived at the hospital, I had fully recovered."

Tony was sitting in the monitoring room, with his feet on the desk and the apple in his hand tossing around. He raised his eyebrows: "Healthy baby."

"Are you sure your body hasn't experienced any abnormalities before? Such as lethargy, hunger and thirst, insomnia, even stomach pain?"

Dolly said frankly: "Are you asking me if I have cramps? Never have, but I don't eat ice cream at those times. My friend Ellie, who just went swimming with me and had a high fever, She has terrible menstrual cramps, she's Asian, so she never drinks cold water, but she always forgets to eat ice cream before the day comes."

For Dolly's sudden eloquence, Simmons didn't seem to know what to do. Her pen tip wandered on the report, and finally she didn't write "Never have dysmenorrhea, but has an Asian friend who has severe menstrual pain and loves ice cream." Indescribable content.

So she was silent for a while: "Okay, then the next question."

"Did you feel badly unwell before you passed out today, dizzy, sparks in your eyes or something? Did you feel anything?"

Dolly was reminded by her, and said with hesitation on her face: "I don't know, but I just think it's weird—it's a bit like suddenly turning up the volume of the TV when half asleep and half awake, and my ears are full of wind and bullets." The sound, it feels like my brain is about to explode. There is also a lot of pain. I can feel that many places on my body have been scratched. I can clearly feel the moment of injury and the wound, which is very weird... It's like...like my senses suddenly become very clear and sharp."

"I don't know if it was an illusion. When I was on the roof, it seemed that the air around me was drained. I breathed desperately, but there was no oxygen. In the end, the feeling of suffocation suddenly disappeared, and then... .I passed out." She shrugged.

"Did something happen after I passed out?" Dolly asked cautiously.

Simmons quickly waved his hand: "No, there is nothing, you are just in a coma."

Phil and Tony in the monitoring room quickly met their eyes.

"OK, one last question: what does your cat Van Gogh look like? Is he usually a smarter pet?"

"What?" Dolly asked suspiciously, "My cat?"

This is quite strange, including the previous question, are these things routinely questioned by the hospital?

Simmons nodded, whipping up a bit of reporting to reveal a tucked-in photo of Van Gogh found on Dolly's social networking site.

It was a fat orange-yellow long-haired tiger-striped cat, the most common kind, cat eyes were also common yellow, with thin vertical pupils, and a half-missed left ear was on top of its head, and it was huddled on the sofa. The tail was only two or three inches long, with tufts of long hair trailing it.

Taking the sofa pillow next to it as a reference, this fat cat with sharp eyes is limited to cats rather than humans. At best, it can be regarded as a bully among cats, and it is absolutely impossible to be similar to or even larger than a medium-sized dog.

"His name is Van Gogh, because the left ear is almost gone like Van Gogh, and the tail is very short, oh, he used to be a stray cat, maybe fighting with his own kind or because of some boring hateful people...." Said Here, some faint disgust and resentment appeared in Dolly's eyes.

"Orange tabby, with longer fur, smart but very smart - he can always find and open the locker where the cat food and cat cans are stored, but he has a bad temper, really bad." She also emphasized at the end Take a look at the bad temper of her transformed giant cat.

Then she looked expectant: "Have you seen him?"

Simmons recalled colleagues' exaggerated descriptions.

The eyes are like human beings, they can nod and shake their heads, they can gnaw and eat the extremely hard cocoon shells as cat food, they are dazzlingly white, with dark green eyes.

She shook her head firmly: "No."

Barbara was reassuring her again: "Don't worry, we'll find—"

There was a sudden noise from outside the curtain, the impact of metal products, screams of pain, the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and something fell and rustled on the ground.

Dolly's eyes widened: "What happened?"

A man dressed like a special police officer in a movie bumped into the end of the bed through the curtain, and they could see a human silhouette, then he fell down with a groan, and pulled off the gray isolation curtain.

This is not a hospital at all!

Dolly suppressed the scream in her throat, staring blankly at the chaos outside the curtain.

This is a large gray and white metal room. There are many unconscious agents lying on the floor who are still holding weapons in their hands. There is a huge rectangular mirror on the opposite wall, and Dolly's panic is reflected in it at the moment. s face.

"Meow—" a familiar elongated cat cry.

"Van Gogh?" she subconsciously called out.

A huge white shadow jumped up from the end of the bed and almost hit the door directly, causing Dolly to scream in fright, and she leaned back, hitting the back of her head firmly on the head of the bed.

There was a sinking on the thigh—very, very heavy, with a little momentum of inertia.

Almost every snow-white fur on its body was shining, it was too big, and its dark green eyes were as clear as Persian gemstones. It meowed face to face with her.

Dolly felt vaguely that she might have a concussion.

How else would she think the cat was... Van Gogh? ?

She didn't care to rub the swelling on the back of her head, and grabbed the huge cat's face.

Half of the left ear is missing, a part of the tail is broken, and the most important thing is the eyes. In memory, the pair of brown-yellow eyes that seem to be dismissive of everything and only eat words first gradually become the pair of amazingly beautiful eyes in front of him. The dark green glass balls slowly overlapped.

When the poor agent crashed in, Barbara shrewdly pulled Simmons back, pressing her finger on the gun stock under the white coat, and Simmons behind him when the big cat pounced on Dolores He exclaimed, feeling as nervous as Tony and Phil in the monitoring room, thinking that the girl might be in danger.

With big white green eyes, Van Gogh slowly raised one front paw and laid it on the girl's fragile neck.

Just when Tony was about to equip the battle suit and break through the glass of the monitoring room to save her life hanging on the cat's paw, everyone heard Dolly's terrified and desperate shout:

"Why are you fading!!!"