I don't know how long it took for Xiao Yang's sanity to gradually regain consciousness. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

That's right, he's the guy who rushed into the bank with a toy gun and robbed a kiss.

Xiao Yang, who has just entered the age of not being confused, is an ordinary middle school music teacher, who has followed the rules all his life, and his usual pastime is to listen to music on the Internet, play games, watch film and television dramas and ball games, thanks to the general environment of the domestic education industry, the daily work is too leisurely, so he opened a piano shop with his wife who was born as a kindergarten teacher, and ran a talent tutoring class, he taught piano, his wife taught dance, and made some pocket money from the parents who wanted their sons to become Chan and their daughters to become phoenixes, and occasionally speculated in stocks, although life was not grandiose, but also lived in abundance and contentment.

However, there are unforeseen circumstances, since last winter, Xiao Yang often feels headaches, to the hospital for an examination, it is actually a malignant brain tumor in the advanced stage, at most only three months of life, this person can also think about it, neither want to bear the torture of radiotherapy and chemotherapy, but also do not want to leave too heavy a burden on his parents, wife and children, so he privately made a will, took a small part of the money raised by his family to do surgery for himself, secretly went to the travel agency to sign up for this seven-day tour of North America, and even imitated the plot in the movie "Bucket List", I made a list of things I usually wanted to do but didn't dare to do, and I didn't have time to do them, and I wanted to turn these ideas into reality one by one before I died.

Raising his heavy eyelids, the first thing that entered Xiao Yang's eyes was the snow-white ceiling and an old-fashioned ceiling fan, twisting his neck to the left, he saw an infusion stand standing on the ground, a steel tube bed in the past, several middle-aged men and women gathered in front of the bed, talking to the person lying on the bed, it sounded like a southern accent, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was Cantonese or Hokkien for a while, a man in a white coat and a mask was standing in front of the bed, writing and marking the medical record folder in his hand.

"It turned out that he was taken to the hospital." Xiao Yang secretly smiled bitterly, "I don't know who is so kind to hurt me to suffer the crime, maybe those policemen are afraid of taking on a lawsuit, don't they know that leaving this world as soon as possible is the greatest mercy to me?" ”

After thinking about it for a while, he felt that something was wrong.

For Xiao Yang, who has been examined and treated in several hospitals, the environmental layout in the ward and the smell of disinfectant water are naturally not unfamiliar, but what puzzles him is that although the facilities in the ward, including beds, infusion stands, and vital signs monitors, are all brand new, their styles and models are very retro, and the hanging bottles used for infusion are still the kind of glucose glass bottles he saw when he was young, and then look at the family members of the patients who are clustered in front of the bed next door, from clothing to hairstyles are the same as in the 80s and 90s of the last century. There's a sense of nostalgia everywhere.

Troubled by this strange and somewhat familiar atmosphere, Xiao Yang's vision was slightly retracted, and he moved down the transparent infusion tube, falling on the back of his left hand, his five fingers were slender and slender, and the skin on the back of his hand was delicate, not at all like the palm of a middle-aged man.

What's going on?

Xiao Yang had a huge question mark in his mind, in order to understand the environment around him, he twisted his neck, turned his head to look at the right side of the room, but there was a sudden pain in the back of his head, he thought it was a cancer pain, and subconsciously reached out to take out the painkillers, only to remember that he was wearing a patient gown, and then felt it carefully, and felt that this pain seemed to come from the surface of the scalp, and it was completely different from the kind of pinprick from the inside of the brain that he had been used to before.

Hearing him blurt out a cry of pain, the male doctor next to him came over, first glanced at the monitor hanging above the bedside, and then asked him in the vernacular: "What's the matter, you have a bad headache?" ”

Xiao Yang is a northerner, but he usually watches a lot of Hong Kong movies, and he can understand the simple vernacular, but it is a little difficult to say it, and look at the badge sandwiched in the doctor's left breast pocket, which is printed with his photo and position: "DR. Chow, Trauma Surgery", felt that today's incident was full of weirdness, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, so he simply squeezed out a slightly reluctant smile - as the saying goes, if you don't know where you are, you don't have to lose by smiling more.

Seeing that he refused to answer the question, Dr. Zhou thought for a while, took out a few cards from his jacket pocket and handed them to him, with a bunch of cartoon baby faces painted on them, with expressions ranging from laughing to crying, the color went from light to dark, from green representing pleasure to red representing anger and pain, and there were a bunch of English instructions under each face, he knew that this was the Universal Pain Index Assessment Form, thought about it, and reached out and pointed at the baby's face representing "slight pain".

Doctor Zhou nodded, asked a few more questions, saw that he just smiled and didn't answer, didn't dig deeper, picked up the medical record sandwiched at the end of the bed, wrote a few strokes on it, nodded to Xiao Yang with a smile, walked out of the ward by himself, and closed the door with him.

At the same time as the male doctor asked him about the situation, Xiao Yang had already taken a look at the layout of the room, this is a double room, there is a floor-to-ceiling window on the left wall, the curtains are open, you can see the flowers and plants on the balcony outside, the door when Dr. Zhou left was located on the right side of the room, and there was a small cubicle next to the door, which looked like it should be a bathroom or toilet.

While other people's attention was focused on the patient number of the adjacent bed, Xiao Yang quietly raised his legs and got out of bed, stretched out his feet and stepped on his slippers, stood up and took off the infusion bottle, and walked to the door of the compartment with it.

Finally came back to his senses, Xiao Yang forced himself to calm down and look carefully, what appeared in the mirror was a young man with beautiful eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips, with a thick bandage wrapped around his forehead to the back of his head, and he looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old at most.

Looking at the young man in the mirror in a daze, Xiao Yang first blinked his eyes, then raised his eyebrows, then stuck out his tongue, then grimaced, and then reached out to twist his cheeks, seeing that the person in the mirror was meticulously synchronized, and the slight pain on his face was also clearly visible, so he was sure that he was not dead, this was not a dream, everything in front of him was real.

Thinking of this, he felt that there was a sudden brightness in front of him, could God have eyes to help me fulfill my last wish, to live again?

If this is the case, then for a person who is terminally ill and thinks he is going to die, all this makes sense and is enough to surprise him!

After dancing in the bathroom silently, after the ecstasy, a series of questions popped up in Xiao Yang's mind, who gradually regained his calm: Who am I? Where am I now? What about my wife and children? This world is still not the one I am familiar with?

Full of doubts, he tried to calm his mood, walked out of the bathroom lightly, returned to his bed, hung the medicine bottle back on the infusion stand, picked up the medical record clip clamped on the steel pipe at the end of the bed and glanced at it, this is a bilingual medical record in English and Chinese traditional, and the title on his head is "San Francisco Xihua Hospital",

Name: Sunny-Hsiao

Age: 17 years old

Causes and symptoms: Traumatic soft tissue contusion of the back of the brain, accompanied by nausea, vomiting, and dizziness caused by moderate concussion.

Admission: December 26, 1993

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