When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

This time, he almost died. The past scenes flashed like a revolving lantern.

Su Yuan watched his half-life from a third-party perspective.

Now it seems that what happened in the orphanage at that time is self-evident.

But he didn't want to think about it, and he couldn't remember it.

..........

Drip...

Su Yuan opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling, bed sheets, and some unknown instruments.

The air was filled with the pungent, but reassuring smell of disinfectant.

I'm back... the Sixth Hospital in the Western Suburbs.

Severely injured and dying, I opened my eyes and found myself back at the base camp. There is nothing more reassuring than this.

Su Yuan tried to move his body slightly, but he grimaced in pain.

This time the injury was too serious, but fortunately the wound seemed to have been treated.

Mental hospitals usually have surgical departments because many patients will hurt others or self-harm.

The surgery department of the Sixth Hospital of the Western Suburbs is not inferior to that of the tertiary hospitals. After all, the doctors and patients here are not ordinary people. It is inevitable that there will be some "small fights" on weekdays, and it is normal to see some blood.

The ward was empty, with only a few complex medical devices in continuous operation.

"It seems that my condition is really serious. I have been admitted to the ICU made by the dean."

After waking up for a while, Su Yuan suddenly supported the edge of the bed with both hands, completely ignoring the severe pain caused by the tearing of the wound, and sat up directly.

He is a high-attack and high-defense warrior. As long as he has a breath, the blood bar will slowly return.

Let the body see who is his master!

The wound burst open, and the gauze wrapped all over his body was instantly stained red with blood.

This scene scared the head nurse who was passing by the door half to death, and she rushed in: "My dear, ancestor! Lie down quickly, Dr. Zhao! The patient has a rupture, come quickly!!!"

The intensive care unit is a sterile environment, and medical staff must wear protective clothing and disinfect before entering, but a dying patient sat up by himself, and she couldn't care less.

"Auntie Wang, I'm fine." Su Yuan shook his head. When his body gradually adapted to the pain, it was quite refreshing to do so suddenly.

"You are fine." Head nurse Wang wanted to help him lie down, but she didn't know how to start. After all, Su Yuan was covered in wounds and she didn't dare to touch him at all.

For a while, she stood there at a loss, slapping her thighs in a hurry.

Su Yuan suggested: "Why don't you get me a bowl of pork leg rice?"

Auntie Wang was stunned: "Do you want it spicy?"

She was originally the aunt in the cafeteria, but because there were not enough people here, one person played multiple positions.

"Slightly spicy."

"Okay."

Head Nurse Wang left with peace of mind. According to her theory, patients who can eat are getting better soon, and appetite represents vitality.

When Su Yuan returned to the hospital in the morning, he was unconscious, barely breathing, and his whole body was stained red with blood.

Like a corpse just picked up from the battlefield, the dense wounds on his body were like broken porcelain.

If this kind of injury was sent to other hospitals, it might be sent to the morgue and frozen.

Who would have thought that he could sit up by himself after waking up, and still have an appetite to eat?

A child who can eat is a good child.

As soon as Aunt Wang left, someone came in, and the first one to rush to the door was Jiang Huan.

Her eyes were red, but a smile gradually spread on her face: "Are you awake?"

"Awake." Su Yuan nodded, and before he spoke, he heard a more charming shout coming from the door.

"Brother Su~ You're awake!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Su Yuan felt his bones soften and shivered unconsciously.

This feeling is definitely correct.

Gao Wenyi walked into the ward holding a wooden plate with a steaming bowl on it: "Come and try the tonic soup I stewed all morning."

She first put the soup aside, then took a soft pillow and placed it behind Su Yuan so that he could lean on it more comfortably.

"Ah~"

Pick up the soup full of the aroma of medicinal herbs, Gao Wenyi scooped a spoonful and sent it to Su Yuan's mouth.

"..." Without even a chance to speak, Su Yuan hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth.

Compared with Gao Wenyi, who has the attribute of "good wife and good mother", Jiang Huan, who has never taken care of anyone, looks like a rookie and can only stand aside silently.

"Why are you here?"

Su Yuan drank a mouthful of soup and felt his stomach suddenly warm.

"How can I not come when you are so badly injured?" Gao Wenyi pouted slightly, his words full of complaints: "Their official people all hid, leaving you to fight on your own, and ended up like this..."

"If you ask me, you should just forget about it, just buy a ticket and let's all travel abroad and enjoy the last moments together."

Su YuanAfter a moment of silence, he said, "It's not that bad yet. If it really comes to the point where we can only give up, I will consider your suggestion."

The psychic Xiao Huan took the initiative to expose his identity last night. The enemy's strongest fighter exchanged one for one with him, and both fell into a weak period.

The difference in strength between the two camps is no longer so great, and everything can still be manipulated.

Thinking of this, Su Yuan suddenly asked, "Where is Xiao Huan? Did they come back together?"

Gao Wenyi asked in confusion, "What Huan?"

Jiang Huan finally found a chance to speak: "He left, but left a letter for you."

"Left?" Su Yuan frowned slightly. What's wrong with this kid?

Is he afraid that he will turn his face and not recognize him once he wakes up, and slap his psychic to death with a slap?

There is no need at all. He doesn't have the idea that psychics must die. The old dean is a good example.

Xiao Huan has never killed anyone, and has even been protecting residents. It is obvious that he is the same person as the old dean.

"Where is the letter?" Su Yuan asked after he came to his senses.

Before Jiang Huan answered, she heard Dasha's voice outside the door: "Here! Old Su, if you don't wake up, I'm going to have dinner."

The door of the ward was opened, and a group of people came in, including Hongzi, Lin Yuan, Dasha, the doctor and the old dean.

Dasha walked to the window, handed a letter to Su Yuan, and said, "Yesterday we ran to Huilu Village, and before the cocks crowed, the kid stuffed this letter into our hands. After we woke up, we didn't dare to delay, so we robbed a car and ran back here directly."

..........

In a hotel in Yunying Town.

Shovel was paralyzed on the bed, lifeless. If it weren't for his chest still rising and falling slightly, the corpse spots all over his body would really make people mistake him for a cold corpse.

Hongguo, who had sparse hair, sat beside his bed with a gloomy face and silently lit a cigarette for him. The two of them were speechless, just smoking one after another.

That's right, the result of this battle was just as calculated before, they won.

If Su Yuan hadn't run fast, he would have been killed by the shovel.

But even if they won, this result was really unsatisfactory.

Not sure if the boy was really dead, and someone stole a crucial ghost item.