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In the darkness, anxious cries echoed in my ears.

The chest was pressed a few times, and the arm was lifted slightly. The sphygmomanometer wrapped around it and began to work, barely a strong pacing made the doctor's voice a little cheerful: "Low pressure 65, high pressure 107, regular breathing, normal cardiopulmonary function." ”

The eyelids are uncovered, and the bright light of the medical flashlight is directly ingested into the eyes, and the pupils consciously shrink into a dot. The whites of his eyes were filled with blood, which made the doctor frown slightly, and reported to his colleague who was making the record without looking back: "The pupils respond obviously to light, and the patient regains consciousness after a short coma, the fundus of the eyes is congested, and he is suspected of having a cerebral hemorrhage." ”

The voice was clearer, right in his ear, a few steps away.

"Fractured bone in the diaphysis of the tibia and fibula of the left leg."

His limbs were evenly groped to one side, and the sharp pain in his left leg was like an electric current, straight into his brain, crispy and numb, making him regain his ability to think.

The body is swaying with the surroundings regularly, is this, in the ambulance?

With the needle piercing the back of his hand, a somewhat indifferent voice suddenly came to his ears: "Patient Nim, are you okay?" Remember your name? ”

What is your name? My name, what is my name? Can't remember......

Seeing that he was blankly unresponsive, the doctor on the car said to his colleague expressionlessly: "Rummage through his bag and see if there are any documents in it that can prove his identity." ”

Knowing Suosuo's churning voice, someone read word by word: "Song Jong-hyuk, this patient's name is Song Jong-hyuk." ”

The doctor who gave himself an intravenous drip turned his head and reassured, "Song Jonghyukxi, don't be afraid, you have a car accident, and we are taking you to the nearest hospital." His voice was very indifferent, with a sense of routine perfunctory.

Song-Jong-hyuk? Is this my name? Song Jong-hyuk? Why, it doesn't affect at all......

He was still struggling to think about it, and an uncontrollable pain rolled out of the depths of his brain, torturing his already wounded head as if it were about to tear his soul apart. He couldn't stand it any longer, straightened his neck, straightened his upper body with his left hand, turned his head and vomited violently, splattering filth all over the floor, and the already small carriage was immediately filled with the sour smell of filth.

The doctor on the car hurriedly wiped off the filth left at the corner of Song Jong-hyuk's mouth with a towel, forcibly pressed his body down on the stretcher, and carefully fixed Song Jong-hyuk's head to the left to prevent the violent vibration from making the cerebral hemorrhage more serious.

Unfolded a vomit bag close to Song Jong-hyuk's mouth, and with the inhalation of carbon dioxide, Song Jong-hyuk felt better and stopped vomiting, but the piercing pain in his head was like an appendage, which still existed tenaciously, tormenting his consciousness on the verge of collapse all the time.

The doctor glanced at the stains on his shoes, but he didn't dislike anything, quietly turned around, sat away from Song Jong-hyuk, and scolded loudly at his juniors: "What are you doing in a daze?" Hurry up and contact Suwon Hospital to admit patients! ”

Another doctor hurriedly took down the walkie-talkie from the wall of the carriage and contacted the hospital: "Suwon Hospital, Suwon Hospital, here is ambulance 4868, the patient has a brain injury and is suspected of massive bleeding, please prepare for surgery immediately!" ”

"Roger, receiving, contact the operating room immediately. How long is it expected to arrive? ”

"Now in the Suwon section of the Gyeongbu Expressway, it is expected to arrive at the hospital in 40 minutes."

After briefly communicating with the hospital and explaining the situation, the junior doctor put down the walkie-talkie, glanced at Song Jong-hyuk, sat next to him, and continued to flip through his bag.

"Look, survived?" Suddenly, a man's voice sounded in my ears.

The voice is deep and the tone is very familiar. Song Jong-hyuk raised his eyebrows and turned his head to find the source of the voice.

"Eh, don't move, otherwise the cerebral hemorrhage will be more serious." As the voice sounded beside him, a man entered Song Jong-hyuk's field of vision.

He stood quietly on the side of the stretcher and leaned down to look at Song Jong-hyuk with concern. The dazzling light on the roof of the carriage cast a huge shadow, illuminating Song Jong-hyuk completely unable to see his face clearly, and could only roughly see the outline of a figure.

An inexplicable sense of trust passed through his heart, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand, and Song Jong-hyuk leaned up, wanting to touch his body.

It didn't take much effort, and there was a warm and dry touch in my hands. The man took the initiative to reach out and hold Song Jong-hyuk's hand tightly for help, like the light that gave him life in the darkness. He squatted down, his face gradually becoming clear in Song Jong-hyuk's eyes.

The thick bangs can't hide the slightly frowning brow, the eyes are full of concern, and the serious appearance makes Song Jong-hyuk's heart unconsciously give birth to a sense of closeness. The bridge of his tall nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, but there was a faint smile on his lips, as if he was happy for Song Jong-hyuk's survival, and it seemed that there was something more pleasing to him.

"Sober?" The man's lowered head was very close, the sound of his voice was close to his ears, and even the faint airflow from his breath between words hit Song Jong-hyuk's earlobe and cheek, and it was clearly felt by his body, which was abnormally sensitive due to pain. In an instant, the roar of the engine, the call to the mobile phone, and the crying that had just been faintly heard all slipped away from the side like air. The whole world fell silent, and Song Jong-hyuk couldn't feel anyone else, only this man in his eyes that made him feel very familiar.

"Who are you?" His lips trembled and buzzed for a long time, but he still didn't have enough strength to say a complete sentence, and Song Jong-hyuk could only hope for eye contact. He adjusted the angle of his head, and although it made the man's expression tense for a moment, he finally finished the docking of his gaze, and asked in his eyes.

"Me? Heh, did you forget it so quickly? The man chuckled, and his frowning brows finally dispersed: "Just now, who said that he would definitely save you?" ”