The supernatural power is Shan Hai Jing

A week later, a private hospital under the name of the Port Mafia.

In the past two days, Yokohama has experienced a large-scale rainfall, and the rain did not gradually decrease until early this morning.The garden downstairs of the ward was in ruins under the ravages of the storm, and the wet mud was full of potholes.The cobbled path was terribly dirty, with dark brown sand deposited between the stones.

The tall trees are still luxuriant, and under the washing of the rain, the bright green leaves present a vibrant scene.The tenacious bushes were not affected too much, only the large blue and white hyacinths were seeded, and the petals fell to the ground.

The inpatient department built in the style of a townhouse is only five floors including the underground parking lot, and the wards in Area A are special wards.In the past, those who stayed in the port mafia had a high position, which is the so-called VIP luxury ward.

As usual, Takahashi Kazuko, who is the chief physician, started the ward rounds on time at eight o'clock as usual.When he came to Building 3, 401, through the observation window, he found that the patient who had been in a coma for nearly ten days had opened his eyes.So he ordered the accompanying doctors and nurses to continue the next inspection mission, and even handed over the medical records.

After waiting for others to go to the next ward, Takahashi and Hikaru pushed his glasses and walked into 401.

The luxuriously decorated VIP ward is no less luxurious than a five-star hotel. Not only is it equipped with high-end electrical appliances, solid wood furniture, leather sofas, but even the floor is covered with a layer of thick wool carpet.

The linen-colored velvet curtains were pulled aside, and the pattering raindrops kept beating on the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving twisting and twisting water marks.

The petite boy was lying quietly on the hospital bed, and the soft blanket only covered his chest.An intravenous indwelling needle was inserted into the back of the right hand resting on the edge of the bed, and the other end of the transparent infusion hose was connected to several glass bottles fixed on the infusion stand.Two of them are glucose and amino acid injections, and there is still one third left.

"You finally woke up, how do you feel?" Takahashi Kazuko asked softly, standing half a meter away from the hospital bed, with a gentle expression on his cold face.In order to avoid the patient's resistance, he deliberately kept a certain distance.

A few minutes later, the doctor who didn't get any response repeated the previous question, but the boy remained silent.

Could it be that the consciousness is not fully awake yet?

Takahashi Kazuko glanced at the vital signs monitor next to him, and the data sheet displayed on the screen

everything is normal.

At this moment, an abrupt sigh sounded in the unusually quiet ward.The boy turned his head slowly, as if he finally realized that there was an extra person in the ward.He blinked, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Good morning."

Takahashi Kazuko couldn't help being stunned for a moment by the greeting coming from his ear. The somewhat awkward Japanese pronunciation fully showed that the boy came from another country.

——Ah, he actually didn't consider the language barrier.

"You, can you understand what I'm saying?"

"sure."

Takahashi Kazuko: "...Okay, how do you feel now? Is there something uncomfortable?"

The teenager smiled. "not bad."

As the person who has had the most contact with each other during this period of time, Takahashi Kazuhikari is already somewhat immune to the beautiful face in front of him, but he still underestimated the lethality of the youthful appearance.

Different from lifeless when he was in a coma, those clean black and white eyes seemed to be dotted with fragments of stars after waking up.

The obsidian-like pupils are black and translucent, without any mist.

The waves in his eyes are clear and clear, like the first ray of morning light refracted by the icicles hanging on the cedar branches in winter.

Takahashi Kazuko moved his eyes away from the boy's face, and slowed down his speech very considerately.

"Do you remember what happened before?"

The boy recalled, and as his thoughts drifted away, his crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Remember, I don't have amnesia."

Takahashi Kazuko nodded, and took out a transparent plastic bag from the pocket of his white coat. The nameplate inside belonged to the boy.

"This was the only thing you found on your body when you were sent here." After saying that, he put it next to the pillow.

"Do you have a name?" the man asked tentatively.

"'Anonymous', you can understand it as Anonymous."

"……Feel sorry."

The young man easily saw through the complexity hidden deep in the doctor's eyes, so he explained with a light smile.

"You misunderstood, 'Anonymous' is my name, you can call me Yi."

Takahashi Kazuko pushed his glasses, trying to hide the embarrassment on his face. "Then, Jun Jun, I need to tell Mr. Zhong Yuan the news of your sobriety."

"Mr. Zhongyuan..." Anonymous' eyes flickered. "Save my people?"

"That's right, you should have a good rest first."

Takahashi Kazuko did not give Anonymous a chance to ask questions, and the figure in a white coat quickly disappeared outside the door of the ward.

401 has regained its previous tranquility, and the dim skylight shines into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing people to see the layout of the room clearly.wall mounted electric

The video cabinet is facing the hospital bed, and the 55-inch curved LCD TV is in a dormant state.In the corner next to it is a pot of monstera more than one meter high, with thick stems and leaves.

Not far from the floor-to-ceiling windows, there are two rattan chairs and a walnut carved coffee table. On the coffee table is a narrow-mouthed vase with jasmine.

After looking at it for a while, Anonymous quickly tore off the translucent tape on the back of his hand, pulled out the indwelling needle, and a drop of bright blood suddenly leaked out of the tiny pinhole that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

His body has almost recovered, and the side effects caused by the ability have completely subsided, which means that he has been in a coma for at least three days.

The language spoken by the doctor is Japanese, which is, of course, Japan.

Unknown lifted a corner of the thin blanket and let himself sit on the head of the bed.The nasty feeling of weakness still lingered in his body, but he was used to it.

She was wearing an unchanging pure white hospital gown, with a loose neckline revealing a fair to almost transparent skin.The black silk like a crow's feather hangs softly on the shoulders, and the sharp contrast between black and white brings a strong visual impact.

After sitting quietly for a while, the boy left the hospital bed.

According to his observation, there is a narrow door inlaid with frosted glass on the right hand side of the door, which should be a private bathroom.

That's exactly what happened.

Finding neatly folded clothes and toiletries from the cabinet under the washstand, Anonymous took off his hospital gown, and stood unsteadily under the shower.

Turning on the shower switch, the water output was adjusted to the maximum, and the cold water pouring down from the pocket only lasted for a few seconds.The gradually warming water filled this not-so-spacious bathroom with thick white mist, making the vision hazy.

After a while, dense drops of water condensed on the partition glass.The boy in a standing posture combed his hair back with his fingers, his eyebrows and eyes soaked in moisture looked extremely soft.

The splash of water mixed with foam slides down the collarbone, and then rushes into the drain.

Half an hour later, Anonymous walked out of the shower wearing a bath towel, and changed into a hospital gown that still smelled of disinfectant.

Above the washstand is a mirror that occupies more than half of the wall. The young man who wiped his wet hair earnestly only glanced at it before looking away.Even after taking a hot shower, his lips were still morbidly pale, reminding him all the time how bad his frail body really is.

He took off the hair dryer hanging on the side and dried his hair quickly. After returning to the ward, Anonymous found the hair tie that had accompanied him for many years from the bedside table.

With her long hair tied into a neat ponytail, she poured herself another glass of warm water.done this,

The tired boy walked slowly towards the floor-to-ceiling windows and sat down on the wicker chair beside the tea table.

The next second, someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

With the sound of the door opening, Anonymous looked sideways, and his eyes naturally fell on the person who came.

What came into view was a strange face, looking very young.He has orange hair and blue eyes, and wears a top hat with a narrow brim. The delicate facial features under the brim of the hat are enough to be called pleasing to the eye.A white shirt was paired with a well-tailored blazer, and a black coat draped over the shoulders.Following the master's walking movements, the hem of the clothes slightly raised.

There was no unnecessary expression on his face. The moment he stepped into the ward, the fierce aura unique to the strong began to erode every inch of space around him.

The pace is steady and the purpose is clear.

"Anonymous?"

"Yes. Mr. Nakahara?"