Chapter 1101

The sound of gunshots, people's calls, quarrels, confessions, cries, songs and musical instruments, the conversation between doctors and nurses, and the noise of various medical equipment, ambulances, airplanes

All of these and countless pieces of Apocalypse gradually turned into ashes until they disappeared.

Song Ya felt like a dying man drowning in the mud. Suddenly, his body was pushed out of the water by PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) anger towards 3dfx cheater trio. He sat on the bed and took a big breath. It seemed that his ears had been quiet for a century, and The feeling of being alive.

"Mike..." He used to call old Mike.

"Ah

In the dark room, the sound and flickering light of the TV set made his ears and eyes feel extremely painful, and his whole body hurt everywhere. Just sitting up just now seemed to tear the skin around his waist. Then, the unprecedented sense of hunger hit his heart, quickly overshadowed all other feelings and became his only desire at this stage.

"I'm hungry!" After he screamed, he lay back in pain, "go get something to eat..."

"Bang!" When the door of the ward was pushed open, he rolled his eyes and nearly fainted again.

“APLUS！？” A strange accent sounded in my ear.

“M-FXXK…… Keep your voice down. " He groaned back.

"Mike! Mike

It was the South African bodyguard guarding the door outside. He heard the Chinese curse coming from the room, "aplus wakes up!" He rushed to the head of the bed to confirm, and immediately shook old Mike with surprise, "doctor! nurse! Is anybody there? " Rush out the door and ask for help.

"Children..."

Old Mike thought he was dreaming. He sat up and gave himself a mouth. He took off the earplug and rushed to the hospital bed. He saw that the boy was covering his eyes with the back of his hand weakly. His hands were shaking and his throat was humming unconsciously when he was suffering.

"I'm sorry, I didn't protect you..."

"Useless old man." The boy reproached.

“……”

Old Mike's face is black. He hasn't been able to get rid of his clothes for five months

Forget it, don't see the patient as a matter of fact, he restrained, simply beat the boy again dizzy temper, gently asked: "how do you feel?"

"I'm hungry..."

"I don't know if you can eat now..."

"I'm hungry..."

"Ask the doctor."

"I'm hungry I'm going to fire three of them. I'm going to fire them Fired them... " Song Ya kept talking.

"I know, I know I know you can really feel everything outside. "

Old Mike mistakenly thought he was referring to Goodman's group, and choked back.

"Please get out of the way..." The black intern on the night shift was called over by the South African bodyguard.

"Oh

Song Ya felt the chest contact with the cold stethoscope, and the pain was sharp.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable..." The black intern was checking his physical indicators and saying to himself, "it's unbelievable!"

"What's the matter?" Is exclamation takes out the mobile phone is dialing out the old Mike to ask.

"Five months after a deep coma, you wake up on your own, like It's like just sleeping. " The black intern replied.

"No How many months? " Song Ya was stunned.

"Wow, hearing and thinking are pretty normal."

"How many months?"

"Five months, don't think too much. What you need most now is a good rest. Mr. aplus. " Black interns comfort.

"I don't rest. I'm going to fire the three of them Now. " Song Ya said.

The black intern thought he was talking about himself and the other two interns, and his hand slowed down.

"I'm hungry..."

"I'm not sure you can eat now."

"I want to eat..."

"I'll call Dr. house." The black intern gave the nurse a few words and rushed out the door.

"House Doctor... "

In Song Ya's brain, some fragments of hearing and Apocalypse were arranged in a flash. In his mind, he heard a disgusting white voice, saying medical terms like "atropine, adrenaline," and the deafening sound of guitar, and The complete Apocalypse of a super long TV series?

"Ah

This time, he didn't want to faint again. He yelled again, and suddenly his body began to spasm because of the resistance to vertigo.

Amid the screams of nurses, the black intern rushed back.

"I don't have injections..." Did you get another shot of a tranquilizer or a muscle relaxant? I don't know.

"I'm not sick. I'm going to get out of here, Mike."

He quickly became weak, collapsed on the bed and begged old Mike, "take me out of here...""You can't go anywhere until I find out what's wrong with you." Dr. house appeared at the door with a cane.

"Er, er..."

For some reason, he was afraid of the sound and curled up subconsciously as much as he could. "Mike, get Goodman to prepare the discharge papers." He ordered.

"Well?" The question mark on old Mike's face.

"Goodman, they've made hundreds of millions of dollars

"Goodman! You're stealing alee's money! "

"Goodman, you'll regret it!"

A series of auditory fragments related to Goodman began to combine again, Sloan's voice, Tony's voice, and other voices.

He seemed to understand and didn't understand, but it didn't matter now, because Dr. house disappeared at the door, and when he came back later he went straight to the bed.

"What do you want to do!? House

The black intern suddenly grabbed house's hand. They didn't know what was going on between them. During the fight, something fell off house's hand. Old Mike picked it up. It was a small syringe.

"He can't go anywhere until I can find the cause of all this!" House yelled.

"Are you crazy?" The black intern quickly subdued his lame boss and questioned.

"Let me figure it out, let me see what's in his head..." House said, "wait until after the craniotomy..."

"Ouch Song Ya is more afraid and retch.

"Keep him away from aplus."

Ms. McGregor, when she orders me to open the skull, call the head guard

“Mimi？”

The fragments in Song Ya's mind continued to rehearse and combine, "eat and eat, you know to eat!"

It took Mariah Carey some time to get to New Jersey. Ms. Sloan and yelemov, who stayed in a nearby hotel and waited for the results of the craniotomy, appeared outside the ward in half an hour.

"Well, well."

Song Ya had been padded up behind his back, sucking sweet, sour liquids mixed with vitamins and other nutrients under the supervision of the dean and other doctors.

“OMG……”

When Sloan saw this, he covered his mouth with surprise and joy, and his eyes were red again.

"Hoo..." Song Ya spits out the straw and sighs contentedly, "come in, you."

Sloan walked gently to the bedside, saying a thousand words and not knowing where to start. She leaned over and hugged in silence.

"All right, all right, all right." Holding it for a long time, why are your cheeks still wet? "I cried? Not like you, Sloane

"You don't know how we've been here for five months..." Said Sloan, wiping away his tears.

"After all, get me out first."

Combined with what I just heard, what I saw and what I remember, the lame crazy doctor is the one who threatens him most at this stage. Song Ya has nothing to do with anything else.

"We need to watch you for a while, and your body needs rest." The female Dean advised.

"Hum, you wait for the defendant." It's nothing more than the Apocalypse of too many things. Since he wakes up, song Yacai is too lazy to stay in the hospital for even one second. He was almost craniotomized.

"We cured you, and at least managed to get you out of coma for five months, aplus."

The court lawyer next to the president also said.

"Wait for the accused!"

"Please calm down, Mr. aplus. Dr. house just has a bad character. He has been working hard for a month to cure you."

With the anger of the millionaire, the lawyer thought of the CBS network, which was still fighting against Cochrane in court, and glanced at the syringe that had been kept by old Mike. His face turned pale.

"Mike, you don't have a guitar. Get it back."

Song Ya is too lazy to take care of each other, "and motorcycles, don't forget motorcycles."

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