Strange game designer

"Xuan Wen saved me from the brink of death again and again?" Gao Ming felt that this was very consistent with a scene in his nightmare.

"Are you a flower maniac? Why did you automatically ignore the words "other experts"? "The female nurse put the dish on a spoonful of rice and handed it to Gao Ming's mouth: "Because you sacrificed yourself and saved many students, the leader gave an order to save you at all costs. Many experts helped, and I also did a lot of things."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"You are perfunctory and don't even hide it. You didn't even look at me when you spoke." The female nurse took care of Gao Ming for several months. She read diaries, stories and various things to Gao Ming every day, trying to help Gao Ming wake up. Gradually, she also regarded Gao Ming as her friend, a good friend with extremely noble character and good at listening.

"Yeah." Gao Ming hummed absent-mindedly. His mind was confused at this time. The things the female nurse told him and some things he encountered in his nightmare seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but they were faintly corresponding to each other.

He was very sure that he was in a real world, but some fragments left in his mind told him that there was another world, and that world in the nightmare was also extremely real.

"Which side is real?"

"Open your mouth, ah~~"

The aroma of the food bloomed on the taste buds, and the feeling of the teeth crushing the food every time was so real. This was definitely not a dream.

"Is the food in the cafeteria so delicious? You made me want to try it?" The female nurse smiled and continued to feed Gao Ming: "I gave your test report to the doctor. They said that you recovered very well, but you still can't do strenuous exercise. I guess reporters will come to visit you in a few days. After all, you are now a living miracle, and the topic is very high."

Watching Gao Ming chewing slowly, the female nurse secretly took out her mobile phone: "Look, this is a memorial message room that everyone on the Internet has spontaneously built for you. There are many people who wish you well."

Gao Ming glanced at the screen, which was a video introducing him, and occasionally a barrage of blessings would float across the screen.

"I'm not a god, why should I make a wish?"

"Brother, in that situation, a person basically has no chance of surviving. Not only did you survive, but you have also regained your sanity. This is amazing." The female nurse fed Gao Ming another mouthful of food: "I also go here to punch in every day. If it weren't for the hospital's regulations, I would want to open an account myself to record every day of taking care of you until you wake up. Do you think this is an alternative training?"

The female nurse has been taking care of Gao Ming by his side. She and Gao Ming have been together for a long time, but Gao Ming only met the female nurse for the first day, so he can't understand her enthusiasm at all.

Looking at those words of blessing, Gao Ming seemed to hear countless prayers vaguely, as if his will did not dissipate, and it was related to the fact that countless people still remembered him.

"Is it because the people and ghosts in the nightmare have not forgotten me? Or is it because the people in reality have always remembered me?" Gao Ming swallowed the food in his mouth, and he didn't think of the answer.

"Pop!" A child fell to the ground in the corridor outside the ward, and the building block model he had finally assembled was scattered everywhere.

"I'm almost dying of worry, and you're still playing here! Can't you be more sensible and save some energy for me!" A man's rude scolding echoed in the corridor, and the child was frightened and started crying.

"I'll go check it out first." The female nurse put down the dinner plate and ran to the corridor: "This is a hospital, don't make loud noises."

Gao Ming looked through the open door and saw a man in a worn black jacket standing in the ward opposite. His leather shoes were wrinkled, his pants were dusty, his face was full of fatigue, his hair was messy, and there was mud under his fingernails.

Staring at the little boy who fell to the ground, the man's neck was red with anger. He tried his best to endure it, and then said to the female nurse: "I'm sorry, I was too angry just now and couldn't control myself."

Restrained words, reluctant tone, the man was very strong, but he didn't continue to get angry: "Afang will stay in the ward with his mother first, I will go to raise money, and I will definitely make up the hospitalization fee tomorrow at the latest."

Without waiting for the female nurse to speak, the man grabbed the black leather bag he had used for several years from the ward and walked directly to the elevator.

"Hey." The female nurse sighed and picked up the little boy from the ground: "Afang, we are the bravest little men, right? Didn't mom say that she hopes you are happy? Let's go and play puzzles."

Squatting on the ground, the female nurse picked up the scattered building blocks and returned to Gao Ming's intensive care ward with an apology.

"Teacher Gao, this child is very pitiful. His mother is seriously ill in bed. Do you think you can let this child stay with you for a while?" The female nurse ran to Gao Ming's side and whispered: "His mother lives in a multi-person ward. Other patients think this child takes up space and often complain. In fact, Afang is very sensible, not noisy, and is completely different from those naughty children."

"What's the name of this child?"

"Afang, what's wrong?" The female nurse thought Gao Ming's focus was strange.

"Let him stay with me. I feel lonely alone." Gao Ming nodded.

"Thank you, Teacher Gao." The female nurse hurriedly thanked him: "I will take him to the duty room when I'm done."

After eating, the female nurse cleaned up the dishes and left. Gao Ming silently watched the little boy.

He squatted in a corner of the ward away from Gao Ming. There were all kinds of cheap building blocks in front of him. He picked up the building blocks very carefully, and after thinking for a long time, he put it on another building block with a focused expression.

After about ten minutes, the boy used the building blocks to build a beautiful house.

The child squatted in front of the house, seemed to be very dissatisfied, and took down the building blocks one by one with light hands and feet.

He was indeed as the female nurse said, not noisy and much quieter than children of the same age.

"Your name is Afang?"

Gao Ming suddenly spoke, scaring the boy. He accidentally touched the building blocks, and with a crash, the house was pushed down and the building blocks scattered on the ground.

Turning around at a loss, the boy thought he had made a mistake. He didn't dare to talk to Gao Ming, and was overly afraid of strangers.

"Am I that scary?" Gao Ming felt that the child was also quite pitiful.

The boy lowered his head and looked at his shoes, as if he was worried that he had disturbed Gao Ming and made another mistake.

Gao Ming was somewhat helpless. When he heard the name Afang just now, he paid more attention: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I won't drive you away. I'm just very curious. Why did your parents give you such a name?"

Still without a response, the boy quietly looked at the ward where his mother was.

"Three sticks won't make a fart." Gao Ming shook his head slightly and ignored it.

The little boy saw that Gao Ming didn't continue to talk, and started to play with building blocks again. Soon a new house appeared on the ground.

Staring at the little boy, Gao Ming was getting more and more curious. He couldn't help asking again: "Little boy, you seem to like playing with haunted houses?"

As soon as Gao Ming said this, he was stunned. He wanted to ask the little boy if he liked playing with houses, and get closer to the little boy from his interests and hobbies. As a result, who knew that he unconsciously said the word haunted house when he opened his mouth.

What Gao Ming didn't expect was that the little boy's reaction was also very special. He actually stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at Gao Ming, as if Gao Ming had guessed it right.