Trafford’s Trading Club

Sir, as I recall, this prefix code has been revoked for more than 20 years.

Forget it. I'm going back to the ward. It's almost time for a nurse visit.

- You should hurry back.

Dr. Frankie stood at the fence in front of the overhead floor for some time.

He looked at the city in front of him… the high-rise building was in full swing, the process of urban development was completely different from what he thought it would be, and in general it showed a higher degree of development.

In my impression, the area ahead should be very barren.

“Canceled for more than 20 years? Impossible… Impossible…” He muttered to himself and gradually fell into the confusion of his mind.

He suddenly felt that the world had become so unfamiliar that he was completely in a state of unease. Dr. Frankie suddenly turned around and walked towards the ward where he came out.

The middle-aged man who falls asleep in the ward should be able to give the answer he wants... he should not be worried about being a stranger at this time.

Dr. Frankie quickly found the original ward and pushed it in. But he didn't find the sleeping man he woke up with.

I just saw a suit fall under the sofa, and if I remember correctly, it was the man who fell asleep and covered himself.

Dr. Frankie sat down slowly and subconsciously held the seat cushion next to him… which seemed to give him a slight sense of security.

But in his subconscious mind, Dr. Frankie always felt he needed to do something very important, but what exactly was he doing, and he had no specific impression.

He was desperate to remember what that was, and yet his brain was like an implanted pressure pump, swelling wildly, letting him hold his head in agony.

The body seemed to resist recalling what it was going to do. Dr. Frankie seemed to be in a cycle of death —— he wanted to think about it, the pain was worse —— and he felt so important at this point that he wanted to think about it more —— more about it —— more about it...

Until the sound of the door hurriedly opened. Because of the rush to open it, the door lock hit the wall directly, making a bang.

It sounds like a needle that punctured a balloon, and Dr. Frankie is having a crazy roar in his head right now… but it calms down immediately. He looked up unconsciously and saw a strange middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man breathed heavily at this time, his face pale and full of age. He also had a notebook in his hand, which was parked in front of the door.

He seemed relieved, and then the color of the gods was a little bad. He walked in quickly, and the anger rushed in: “How can you not know where to go without saying a word? ”

Dr. Frankie opened his mouth and hesitated: “Who are you? ”

Tap.

The sound of the notebook falling out of his hand… Mr. Ofey was angry at this moment and couldn't believe the look on Dr. Frankie's face.

……

The doctor is putting Dr. Frankie's body into a sophisticated instrument for examination - he's the hospital's dean's figure, who was supposed to be resting at home in the middle of the night, but was still found raw from home.

There's really no special reason —— but compared to Mr. Ofey, a dean like him can only confess his fate.

After more than two hours of examinations, Mr. Ofey stood silently behind the doctor and did not say a word - which made him feel like he was under unprecedented pressure, as if he were in an important examination, where the supervising teacher stood behind him.

Finally, the instrument's transfer bed sent Dr. Frankie out, and the doctor pressed the button and called two paramedics, "Okay, let's get the patient out. ”

In fact, Dr. Frankie was already in a coma —— halfway through the exam, Dr. Frankie was in a coma.

The doctor looked at the images on the screen of Dr. Frankie's body, sweating cold and unable to speak for a moment. Not long after Mr. Ofey waited, he frowned: "Did it turn out? ”

The doctor's throat snapped and hesitated: “I've never seen anything so strange. Patients' physical indices are poignant… to be honest, they are on the verge of death. ”

Speaking of which, the doctors quietly glanced at Mr. Ofey and saw the country's minister with a shady face, but had to continue with a hard scalp: “But… the patient's brain was very active, dozens of times the value of a normal person. It's like... it's like..."

“Say it," Mr. Ofey said.

The doctor bit the canal: “It's like his brain is mobilizing all the physical energy, supplying this change, maintaining this super high activity. ”

“Can't you stop?” Mr. Ofey found the key to the problem.

The doctor sweated coldly: “As things stand, even in a coma, this condition cannot be stopped and will only last… I did not find any symptoms in the sketch of the brain that resemble cancer, which is like a natural change in the body… but how could the human body make such a change? We know that the brain has protective mechanisms, and when it's too dangerous, the brain even cuts something off. For example, beyond the limit of suffering, the brain proactively enters a closed state. ”

“I said, can't you stop?” Mr. Ofey pressed in front of the console and stared dead at the doctor whose hair was already white.

“I can't think of a solution for now.” The doctor had to be conservative: “However, I can get some brain experts to work on it and have a meeting to discuss it… but it takes time! ”

“Didn't you say his situation was already dangerous? You still have time for a meeting?” Mr. Ofey's eyes twitched a little.

The doctor hastily said, "Although we can't stop this crazy extraction of life for the time being, we can't stop it… I can replenish the patient's consumption with drugs. Should… should be maintained. ”

Mr. Ofey was in a hurry, but he had not lost his mind, but his gaze grew more and more appalling, "As soon as possible! Who do you need to talk to? You tell me, I'll send it. ”

This doctor at the dean's level does not doubt this promise... even a guy who has been sentenced to death could probably be dug out of prison?

This is Mr. Ofey!

But the sky hasn't lit up yet... I'm so sleepy I can't help it.

……

……

Caroline was woken by the ringtone outside the dorm - a design that seemed to be part of the idea that life lay in learning in order to keep students awake.

Of course, for someone like Caroline, who is completely out of line with learning, such a harsh ringtone is an anti-human design.

Caroline played a hobby and climbed up and found herself lying on the couch sleeping all night. Caroline glanced at the blanket she was wearing and looked around in doubt.

She found Arnold sitting at the desk at this time, and the lamp was still on, and she looked at it like she'd been reading a book all night?

Caroline smiled unconsciously behind her back, and now that she knows who this Arno really is, she felt that this guy really spared no effort in playing Arno.

“You didn't stay up all night reading a book, did you?” Caroline rubbed her face and tried to surprise herself.

‘Arnold’ heard the rumor, put down the pen on his hand, rubbed his nose beam, then glanced at the electronic clock next to him, "Is that already the point? ”

He turned the chair and looked at Caroline... Caroline looked at the fatigue on ‘Arnold’, obviously it was true that she hadn't slept all night, just didn't know what she was doing in the middle.

"Why don't you go get some rest?" said Caroline, whispering to herself. ”

“No, it's almost time for the exam.” Arnold shook his head, "I went out to take a shower. ”

“So... why don't I make you a cup of coffee?” Caroline nodded.

“Thank you." ‘Arnold' smiled a little and didn't say anything, walking straight into the bathroom.

While at this door, Caroline walked to the desk and took a look, and found that the book here had something dense and numb on it. She had to turn her eyes white. This‘ prop 'was quite well prepared.

Of course she couldn't read the contents of it, she threw it away and started to focus on making coffee - she couldn't afford to be lazy when she was in full action like this.

What did you say?

Life is dramatic and depends on acting.

……

‘Arnold' quickly walked out of the bathroom and had changed a set of clothes, but what made Carola want to throw up was that the guy's clothes were basically the same, three white, three black and one blue.

As for the pants, they are a uniform color.

“That's right, here you go.” ‘Arnold' walked straight to the table, picked up his bag and pulled a box out of it.

Cell Phone Box… Inside is a brand new phone.

Caroline picked up the phone somewhat surprised and asked, “Is this for me? ”

‘Arnold' nodded: "It's not a good brand, I picked it off the Internet. But there's no problem with playing some games and sending time, and the card is a brand new space card. You're safe here for now, but you can't stay out of touch...”

'Arno' made the first call on this new phone - it rang ‘Arno’ 's own phone.

“This is my call.” ‘Arnault' smiled. 'Call me if you need anything... then I'm out. ”

“Oh... then be careful.” Caroline subconsciously said.

……

Angry bird.

Caroline's favorite part of boring time is this super time-emitting popular game.

There was a particularly strong man who plowed on her for two hours, most of the time, and Caroline played the game all the way because she was too lazy and really didn't feel anything.

Of course, Caroline doesn't remember what it was like to be that man... probably desperate or something?

Knock.

The door to Bedroom 403 suddenly opened gently, and Caroline quickly dropped her phone and looked over, subconsciously saying: "So soon... 403? ”

Caroline glanced at her eyes, because it was obvious that she had not returned at this time, but had secretly saved her once, 403.

This time wearing a simple human skin cape, looks like someone who has resigned, Mr. President, who the people of the river and lake call Okuanhai.

Though my heart couldn't throw up, it was much easier to see than the bandages... Caroline stood up, nervously did it in front of the door, closed the door, and walked in with 403 hands, "How did you get here! What if they find out? ”

“I wouldn't have come up if I wasn't sure," 403 said softly, still sounding dull.

Caroline thought, too, that she was relieved. 403 sat down and said, "Okay, now exchange information. Is there something special? ”

”'It's nothing,' said Caroline. 'I fell asleep tired last night...

Caroline said it briefly and asked, "What about you? Is there anything special after the prom yesterday? ”

She remembers an inadvertent encounter with Lucas' girlfriend walking intimately with another man, wondering if it would be particularly painful to hide in the dark after 403 saw her girlfriend?

“Nothing, I left." 403 blankly said, “After all, I don't look like I'm going to stay out there too long. ”

“Really...” Caroline nodded suddenly: “Nothing special, except that guy sent me a phone. ”

“Cell phone?” 403 skewed.

“Well, this one.” Caroline handed over her phone.

403 hastily dismantled the phone, seemingly familiar with the electronics.

But Caroline didn't say anything about the identity of 403 -- after all, Arnold himself is a high-caliber student, and it seems that one degree is from the Department of Mechanical Engineering, Lucas… 403, as Arnold's former roommate, probably doesn't have bad grades, either?

“Sure.” Shortly afterwards, 403 fingers pinched a small chip.

“What is this? ”

“Tracker." 403, at this point, reinstalled this little chip back into the phone and restored everything.

Caroline was unhappy, and some of the airways were angry: "How can you put it back! ”

403: "If you don't put it back, why don't you let him know you found it? So you're in a bad situation... and not just to keep him from suspecting you, but more importantly, we can use this tracker. ”

403 stood up in a hurry, “Well, I've got a great idea... you stay here, I need to get something ready. By the way, be sure to carry the shock stick I gave you, just in case. ”

“Got it. I've been hiding it.” Caroline shrugged her shoulders.

403 Weird glance at Caroline... this woman is pretty cool, a little vest and shorts, so where is she hiding??