In a trance, the world in front of him was empty, and it was gray and misty, like a gray and dirty curtain.

Click.

An abrupt voice came imperceptibly, as if a door had been opened.

"How's it going?" A quiet voice sounded, it was Sean's familiar voice.

"The injury has stabilized and final stitches are being made." An unfamiliar voice responded.

"That's good, thank you, old York." Sean seemed to quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Don't thank me, but I've said it many times." The man known as Old York was a little dissatisfied: "Before you come into the operating room, you have to clean and change your clothes, don't think that this is not a hospital and just be so casual." ”

“......”

"I've rescued so many patients, but I've never seen someone as strong as your son." It seemed that such a thing had happened many times, and the elder York did not continue to complain, but instead said.

Then, as if he were turning his head to the people next to him, he said, "Scissors, well, yes here." ”

After dealing with one place, Old York turned to stitching up the others.

In a vague way, Gong Bing felt as if he was floating in the void, listening to their conversation, and as if he was lying with his eyes closed, his body unconscious, without any strength.

"Except for the beast ability and the martial artist above the quasi-heaven level, I have never found anyone with such a strong physical recovery ability, except for ......" Old York suddenly realized that something was wrong, his mouth suddenly stopped, and then continued: "Except for ...... Belch... Of course, your cute little girl is an exception. ”

Then there was a long silence.

"You were in such a hurry to send him here, there's something I haven't had time to ask yet." After a long time, Old York's voice sounded again.

"What's the matter?" Sean hadn't left yet, his voice as calm and steady as ever.

"This place." Old York should have stretched out his finger and pointed somewhere: "There seems to be a small fist mark here, when did the werewolf's fist become so small?" ”

"Uh...... This ......" Sean swallowed, his voice revealing some helplessness.

Then the two of them spoke a lot, but the voices gradually became smaller, and finally became indistinct, like a whisper in a sleep, and gradually moved away from him.

The perception slowly moved away from him, and Gong Bing in the void began to float, wandering in the gray and black world.

At this time, Gong Bing did not have a body, and his appearance was just a cloud of turbid gas.

In a world without references, there is no rising and setting of the moon, and time becomes meaningless in the drowsiness.

Suddenly, in the far corner, in the infinite distance, there seemed to be a point of light, inconspicuous in the gray and black curtain.

After discovering this, he began to drift towards the point of light in his original aimlessness.

On the way away, from time to time, there will be pictures flashing in front of you, the pictures are varied, there are different scenes and characters, some are almost forgotten, and some are still familiar, like watching flowers.

In addition, there were muffled sounds around from time to time, the sound of conversation, the crash of doors opening and closing, and the soft knock of cups and saucers down.

But more of it was something, a constant whirring and turning sound.

I don't know how long it took, the point of light in the infinite place did not change in the slightest, and it seemed that it could never be approached, and at this moment, Gong Bing finally woke up from the chaos.

When he opened his eyes, it was dark, save for a flickering light in mid-air hitting the wall.

Gong Bing found himself lying on the bed, a set of clean pillows and bedding on some of the blue-colored iron frame beds.

He slowly sat up from the bed, his bare chest tied with circles of bandages, and his arms and arms were no exception, probably some kind of ointment was working, and the wound behind the bandage was sending a chill.

Just woke up Gong Bing was still a little dazed, and his memory was a little confused, it seemed that a long time had passed since the battle with Walker Doug in the abandoned factory, he just vaguely remembered that in the end he and Walker were both defeated, and then ...... And then there was no more.

Gong Bing casually turned on the lamp next to the bed, and the warm yellow light suddenly illuminated the room.

It was a small room, no more than four or five meters long and wide, and there was not even a window except for a door in the opposite corner, only an exhaust fan that kept turning and making a whooshing sound.

Next to the head of the bed was a long iron-framed table cluttered with magazines with colorful covers, an ashtray full of cigarette butts, a few bottles with one-thirds or one-and-a-half left, a few boxy glasses, and pens and notebooks scattered among others.

A dirty towel was placed on the back of the iron chair, this could not be for me, Gong Bing guessed in his heart.

In addition to tables and chairs, there is also a storage iron cabinet more than two meters high opposite Gong Bing, next to the iron cabinet is a water dispenser with nothing inside, and there are some cardboard boxes and plastic boxes with unknown functions in the corner, which are leaning against the wall horizontally and vertically.

Gong Bing licked his dry lips, his throat feeling a little hot, he looked around the room, and found nothing to quench his thirst, except for the bottle of spirits on the table.

Gong Bing, who has no habit of drinking, obviously can't use it to quench his thirst.

"I don't know where Miranda went....." Gong Bing said to herself as she lifted the quilt and turned around to drop her legs on the side of the bed.

A clanging sound rang out.

Gong Bing looked down and pursed his lips, and found that there were piles of empty wine bottles at the foot of the bed, which looked quite spectacular.

Which drunkard's room is this? Gong Bing couldn't help but complain in his heart.

It wasn't long before the sound of soft footsteps came far away, and finally stopped outside the room.

The iron door was pushed open, and a little girl about 1.4 meters tall appeared in the doorway, the girl had white skin, slender hands and feet, wearing a yellow dress with a hood, and long brown hair peeking out of the hood and hanging down on both sides of the shoulders.

She was holding a carton of milk in one hand and a doorknob in the other.

She blinked, staring blankly at the room, as if bewildered by the new changes inside.

The room, which was originally a mess, was now in good order.

The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, the magazines and notebooks on the table were piled up, the scattered pens were hidden in the corners of the table, the ashtray was empty, the towels that had been on the back of the chair were thrown into the trash, and the boxes in the corners looked regular.

The little girl finally set her eyes on the only living person.

"Are you awake?" She tilted her head, her voice sticky: "You... What are you doing on the ground? ”

"Well, it's been a while since I woke up." Gong Bing didn't raise his head back, gently set the most one of the bottles, and then nodded contentedly.

"You put it all together?" The little girl pointed to the pile of wine bottles on the ground, which were originally crooked, and at this time, these wine bottles, whether aluminum cans or glass, were gathered together to form a small pyramid.

"Idle is idle anyway." Only then did Gong Bing turn around, rub his hands and stand up from the ground.

The little girl looked at Gong Bing a little speechlessly, which injured person just woke up, will he have to tidy up things everywhere, is this too energetic and has no place to vent?

You must know that this is a logistics lounge that everyone can use, and no one usually learns from Lei Feng to do good deeds, and after a long time, it naturally looks messy, except for the sheets and bedding that will be cleaned and replaced from time to time, no one will pay attention to the rest of the things at all.

Looking at this new logistics lounge, the little girl didn't know whether to praise the other party or say that he was a weirdo.

"It seems that you are in good spirits, so since you are awake, go up, I think Sean will want to meet you." The little girl tilted her head a little cutely, and glanced at Gong Bing from top to bottom and said.

When he was still unconscious, he heard Sean's voice vaguely and knew who he was rescued, so it was no surprise to hear the other party's words at this time.

Gong Bing nodded to the little girl in understanding, now his mouth was dry, and he was trying to go out to find something to drink.

He looked up at the clock on the wall, and he didn't know how long he had been lying, and there seemed to be a strange smell on his body, and there was an itching sensation on his head.