Today is a rare good weather, and the sunlight shines directly through the glass to the ward. After sending Brother Monkey and them back, I stayed here all night, and the iron slept very soundly, and the hospital bed was really a little small for the iron block. Voices began to sound in the hallway.

I hate hospitals so much that I don't even like the smell of disinfectant. It's not that it's unlucky, it's just that the atmosphere here makes me a little uncomfortable. It seems that the people here have poured too much mental energy into this, so I even feel that the air is a little sticky.

As soon as you get here, you can feel that all living beings are suffering. Either the mind is restless and waiting for the result, or the dying is restless and unwilling to leave. Even those who were discharged from the hospital could not find the slightest hint of joy in regaining their lives. Not to mention those who are dead.

If I had to think of a lucrative industry in this world, I would think of hospitals. Because there is no such thing as bargaining here, it is a well-known unwritten rule.

Either cure or go, a very small number of people will be treated because they are poor. Stained with interests, even the angel in white is not so approachable. And people who are careful on weekdays will also pour out their money for help because their lives are at stake.

After all, death is always scary. So most people are afraid of people who can decide whether they live or die. This place makes people live, and our profession makes people die. Come to think of it, we don't like it much. Fortunately, people who have faced killers do not have much chance to face the doctor again, which also saves them a lot of trouble.

The door to the hospital room was pushed open, and Rose walked in in a lab coat. I stood up and sat for half the night, still with some sore muscles. As I moved, I asked her, "Why hasn't the iron woken up yet?" ”

She smiled at me: "What, I'm in a hurry." You know how much blood he shed, a normal person would have hung up a long time ago, you can still wait for him to wake up and burn high incense. I'm going to push him for a full body check-up, you can go home and rest too, I'll call you when he wakes up. Conservatively estimate that it will be afternoon if you wake up, and you won't be of much use here. ”

I nodded: "Then I'll leave it to you here, I'll go back and change my clothes, and you can call me at any time." ”

"I really didn't expect you to be so good at talking, and it's not in vain that Miss Ben has been busy with you for half the night." After that, he went to the door and called for someone to come and help.

I stood there and didn't know what to say, so I scratched my head and looked at the piece of iron lying on the bed. Seeing that I wasn't leaving, Rose pushed me: "You hurry up, you can rest assured that you will leave it to me here." ”

I was pushed out of the door by Rose, and I had barely walked a few steps when I heard Rose shouting to me from behind: "They left the car for you, saying that you are a dangerous person now, and you should be careful." I smiled wryly and nodded.

When I got home, it was already half past eight, and I took a simple shower and lay down in bed. The pain in my body came again, and I felt indescribably tired. I closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep. I had some very chaotic dreams, dreams of some people in the past, dreams of old poor ghosts, gunshots, and that eye.

When she woke up, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and Rose hadn't called yet. Although the soreness on my body seemed to be worse than before, I couldn't lie down at all. So I rolled over and got out of bed, casually changed my clothes and prepared to go to the hospital again.

At this time, the phone rang suddenly, and I picked up the phone while putting on my shoes, it was Rose: "Your friend is awake, but I can't say anything about his situation, you can come and take a look." ”

I frowned and asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"I can't describe it, just take a look." I couldn't hear anything in Rose's tone. So I hung up the phone and rushed to the hospital.

When I opened the door to the room, Rose was in the room. Iron was half-lying on the bed, and a nurse was feeding him. I looked at the piece of iron, and he regained his wooden appearance, and I couldn't help but wonder.

I walked over and took the bowl from the nurse's hand, and Rose motioned for the nurse to come out. I sat down, spooned the porridge to the iron's mouth, and the iron mechanically opened its mouth and ate it.

I frowned and asked, "What's going on?" ”

Rose cut her hair: "When I did the physical examination today, it was fine at the beginning. During an examination of the head cavity, the doctor suddenly noticed that his cranial nerves appeared to have been greatly damaged. ”

"Cranial nerves, is it because of trauma?" I'm a little puzzled.

"Probably not, because he didn't have any obvious head injuries. Because I didn't know much about the neurological aspects of the brain, I asked another doctor. The answer they gave me was that it was probably because of the injection of a certain drug, which caused damage to the cranial nerves, and it was permanent. Rose said earnestly.

"What effect does that have on the iron?"

"It's not easy to say, you can see it, he's in this state of unconsciousness almost all of his being, and judging by his performance in the ring yesterday. There may also be some language barriers, and the others are not clear. I haven't heard him speak until now. There are occasional sounds, also simple syllables. As for the memory aspect that you are most concerned about, it is difficult to say, and you need to observe and observe. Seeing that I didn't react, Rose added, "In fact, in my opinion, his current state is like a machine, like a tank, a gun, or something, without subjective consciousness. ”

I didn't speak, but looked at the piece of iron that was still chewing, and I didn't know what to do for a while.

She looked at me and said, "But last night, he seemed to remember your voice, and when he heard it, he reacted quite a lot." You can try to talk to him more, maybe it will be very useful. ”

I remembered the punch that turned the stone on the stage last night, and I nodded, it seemed that there was no better way, so I should have been able to use it.

The porridge in the bowl was empty, and I put the bowl on the cabinet next to the bed. "Then you can accompany him more, I'm going to get off work, and I have an appointment in the evening." If you want to thank me, I'll give you another chance. With that, he turned around and went out the door.

There was only me and Iron in the room, and I shook the Iron Block's bed down, and saw him lying there peacefully, and for a moment my heart was filled with bitterness for no reason.

I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket, lit one to myself, and breathed a sigh of relief. said to himself: "What do you say is the matter with our brothers, you don't talk much when you come back from being a soldier, and now you don't have a word at all." I used to talk in my ear every day when I went to school, but this time I'll talk to you. ”

"I don't know what you've been through since I saw you in the past few years, and you've made yourself so virtuous. I don't know if you want to hear me talk about the days after I woke up from my injuries. If you like to hear it, let me talk to you. ”