Chicago 1990

The sound of gunshots, people's calls, quarrels, talks, crying, singing, musical instruments, conversations between doctors and nurses, and all kinds of medical equipment noises, ambulances and airplanes... …

All of these and the countless luminous fragments of the apocalypse gradually turned into a little ashes until they disappeared.

Song Ya felt like a dying person drowning in the mud. Suddenly, his body was pushed out of the water by a PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder)-style anger against the 3DFX liar trio. He sat on the bed, breathing heavily. , To enjoy the clean ears that seem to have been missing for a century, and...the feeling of being alive.

"Mike..." He called old Mike habitually.

"what!"

In a dark room, the sound of the TV and the flickering light made him feel extremely painful in his ears and eyes, and his whole body hurt everywhere. The skin around his waist seemed to be torn when he sat up just now, and then he felt unprecedented hunger. It hit his heart, and soon overshadowed all other feelings, becoming his only desire at this stage.

"I'm hungry!" He screamed and lay back in pain, "Go get something to eat..."

'Boom!'The door of the ward was pushed open, and the sound of this magnitude made him roll his eyes and almost fainted again.

"APLUS!?" An unfamiliar accent sounded in his ears.

"M-FXXK...Keep your voice down." He groaned and replied.

"Mike! Mike!"

It was the South African bodyguard who was guarding the door outside. He heard the Chinese yelling from the room, "APLUS is awake!" He threw on the bedside to confirm and immediately shook old Mike in surprise, "Doctor! Nurse! Anyone!?" Rushed out the door loudly for help.

"child……"

Old Mike thought he was dreaming. He sat up and gave himself a mouth before he took off his earplugs and threw himself in front of the hospital bed. He saw that the boy was weakly covering his eyes with the back of his hand, his hands trembling constantly, and his throat said that he was enduring pain. Unconsciously hum.

He had mixed feelings and tears, "Sorry, I didn't protect you..."

"Useless old man." The boy blamed.

"..."

Old Mike's face turned black, and he couldn't undress for five months...

Forget it, don’t know the same as the patient, he suppressed the temper of simply knocking this kid out again, and gently asked: "How do you feel?"

"I'm hungry……"

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

"I'm hungry……"

"I have to ask the doctor."

"I'm hungry... I have to fry the three of them, I want to fry them... Fry them..." Song Ya kept muttering.

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

Old Mike misunderstood that he was referring to Goodman's few, and replied choked.

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

"Wow!"

Song Ya felt the chest touch the cold stethoscope, and the pain was piercing.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable..." The black intern muttered to himself while checking various physical indicators, "It's unbelievable!"

"What's the matter?" asked the old Mike, who was sighing, taking out his phone and dialing out.

"Five months after being in a deep coma, he woke up spontaneously, it was like...like just sleeping." The black intern replied.

"Not... a few months?" Song Ya was taken aback.

"Wow, hearing and thinking reactions are quite normal."

"A few months?"

"Five months, don't think too much, what you need most now is a good rest. Mr. APLUS." The black intern comforted.

"I won't rest, I'm going to fire the three of them... now." Song Ya said.

The black interns thought they were talking about themselves and the other two interns, and they moved slowly.

"I'm hungry……"

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

"I want to eat……"

"I'll call Dr. House." The black intern told the nurse and rushed out the door.

"Dr. House……"

In Song Ya's mind, some fragments of hearing and apocalypse were combined and arranged in an instant, and there was a tiresome white voice in his mind, saying medical terms such as'atropine, adrenaline,' and the deafening guitar sound, and... The complete apocalypse of a super long TV series?

"what!"

This time I really didn't want to faint anymore, he shouted again, and his body suddenly began to convulse because of the vertigo.

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

"I don't get injections..." Another shot of tranquilizer or muscle relaxant was given while speaking?I no longer know.

"I'm not sick, I want to get out from here, Mike."

He quickly became weak and slumped on the bed begging old Mike, "Take me out of here..."

"You can't go anywhere, until I find your cause." Dr. House appeared at the door with a cane.

"Uh uh..."

I don't know why, he was a little scared of this voice, and his body curled up subconsciously as much as possible, "Mike, let Goodman prepare the discharge documents." He ordered.

"Huh?" Old Mike had a question mark on his face.

'Goodman and the others have made hundreds of millions of dollars...'

'Goodman!You are stealing Alex's money!'

'Goodman you will regret it!'

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

He seemed to understand and didn't understand, but it didn't matter now, because Dr. House disappeared at the door and walked straight to the bed when he came back after a while.

"What do you want!? House!"

The black intern suddenly grabbed House's hand. The two didn't know why they had a fight. During the scuffle, one of House's hands fell off. Old Mike picked up a small syringe.

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

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

"Let me figure out all this, let me see what is in his mind..." Dr. House said: "Wait until after the craniotomy..."

"Oh!" Song Ya became more afraid, retching.

"Don't let him approach APLUS."

How could he still agree to a craniotomy now, when Old Mike reacted, he ordered the South African bodyguard, "Wait for me to call the dean, and Ms. Kelly."

"Mimi?"

The fragments in Song Ya's mind continued to rehearse the combination.

It takes some time for Mariah Care to arrive in New Jersey. Ms. Sloan and Yeremov, who lived in a nearby hotel and waited for the results of the craniotomy, appeared outside the ward in half an hour.

"Uh, uh."

Song Ya has been pushed up behind her back, and under the supervision of the female dean and other doctors, she sucks the sour liquid sweetly, mixed with vitamins and other nutrients.

"OMG..."

Seeing this scene, Sloan covered his mouth with surprise, his eyes red again.

"Huh..." Song Ya let out a straw and sighed contentedly, "Come in, you guys."

Sloan walked gently to the bed, a thousand words for a moment without knowing where to start, she leaned over and embraced silently.

"Okay, okay, okay." I hugged for a long time, why my cheeks are still wet, "Cry? It's not like you Sloan."

"You don't know how we came here in these five months..." Sloan wiped away his tears.

"Anyway, get me out first."

Combining what I have just heard and saw and memories, that cripple mad doctor is the person who threatens him most at this stage, Song Ya can't care about anything else.

"We still need to observe you for a while, and your body also needs to rest." The female dean advised.

"Hmph, wait for the defendant!" It's nothing more than Apocalypse has too many things. Now that he woke up, Song Ya didn't bother to stay in the hospital for even a second, and almost got a craniotomy.

"We cured you, and at least succeeded in getting you out of the five-month coma APLUS."

The court lawyer beside the female dean also said.

"Waiting for the defendant!"

"Please calm down, Mr. APLUS, Dr. House just has a bad personality. He has been working intensively for a month to heal you."

With the anger of the billionaire, the lawyer of the hospital thought of the CBS television network that was still fighting Cochrane in the court battle, and glanced at the syringe that had been kept by old Mike, his face was ashamed.

"Mike, I'm missing a guitar, go find it."

Song Ya was too lazy to talk to each other, "There are motorcycles, don't forget the motorcycles."

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