"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! The voice reappeared, and there was a panicked shouting downstairs.

The person in front of me was reaching out and was about to touch the switch of the instrument, when suddenly it was pitch black.

I saw a little purple arc of light jumping up in front of his fingertips, and grabbed his hand to push it back, but suddenly I felt my body lose strength and my consciousness became chaotic.

I saw the man turn his head in surprise, and I heard a small explosion coming from overhead.

Behind the man, the arc light wandered over the instrument for a while, like a sci-fi scene from a movie. The others in the room screamed, crowded to get out of the room.

I gritted my teeth and tried to get this person away, but I felt powerless.

I couldn't leave myself, my body was ...... No, it's the soul, as if it's about to crumble, cracking inch by inch.

For a moment, I felt like I was hallucinating.

I saw a familiar figure and felt a strong force in my chest.

The soul flew backwards uncontrollably until it touched the cold, hard marble floor.

All around me was louder and louder shouting, with explosions above my head and in the distance. And beside me, there was a "bang", and it seemed that something had fallen, and my hand was still grasping it.

Warm body...... It's people.

Realizing this, I completely lost the motivation to hold on, and my whole body fell into darkness.

For a long time, I felt like I was floating in the dark waters, and sometimes I felt like I was swaying in a violent storm. Sometimes, I can see people, strangers, familiar people; Sometimes, I see the scenery, and there are also strange and familiar things. What I saw was not all modern things, I seemed to see people and landscapes from different eras.

These things are fragments that can't be connected.

I even felt like I was going to be overwhelmed, forget myself, and completely lost because of the sudden flood of information in my brain.

I don't have any sense of security on the ground, I can't find a tiny place to stay, so I can only keep going with the flow.

At first, I felt fear, and gradually, I became numb to it.

My brain became empty, devoid of any thoughts, and I didn't even tell if the bits and pieces that reappeared were something I had seen before.

This feeling lasted for a long time, until my body suddenly became hot.

Not the head, not the heart, but the palm.

It was as if something was in the palm of my hand.

Following that heat, I found a heat source, a light source, or some other energy cluster. In short, I found a direction.

I began to consciously move there, indifferent to the information that was constantly pouring into my brain.

That force also began to pull at me, making me feel the weight.

The weight of the body, and possibly the weight of the soul.

Finally, I landed on the ground, feeling the sore muscles, the soft pillow under my head, and the flat bed under my body.

Through my eyelids, I felt the light.

The real light, not the light that poured into my consciousness.

I slowly opened my eyes.

"Brother!"

I heard my sister's voice, and my eyes moved from the snow-white ceiling to the bed.

My sister had a joyful and crying expression on her face, grabbed my hand and kept shouting at me: "Brother! Great, brother...... Brother, you're finally awake! I'm going to be scared to death, I'm scared to death...... Mom and Dad are also worried, and your friends...... Whew, great, great......"

My sister's tears fell on the back of my hand.

I tried to speak, but I didn't feel my lips and vocal cords moving.

My eyelids also started to heavi, and I couldn't help but droop.

I saw my sister holding my hand.

There seems to be something in the palms of our hands...... That thing was still radiating heat.

My sister probably rang the bell on the nurse's desk, and I heard her still calling me, but I couldn't restrain my heavy eyelids, and I couldn't control my consciousness, and I fell into a coma.

This time it was really lethargy, no of the messy bits and pieces, and no of that bad feeling.

I slept unconscious, and when I woke up, it was already dark.

I turned my head and looked around.

This is a single room with a family bed, which is very advanced.

I didn't see my sister, the person lying on the bed with me was Nangong Yao.

Somewhat awkwardly, he was holding my hand, which was so tight that his palm was still hot.

I tried to withdraw my hand, but I felt myself being tugged at and then released.

Nangong Yao woke up.

"Are you awake?" Nangong Yao said a word, sat up from the accompanying bed, let go of his hand, and turned on the bedside lamp.

Only then did I see that there was a half-burned rune paper in his palm.

Nangong Yao stuffed the talisman paper into his pocket before ringing the bell to call the nurse.

"That's ......," I was a little surprised.

"Spirit-fixing talismans. Your situation this time is a bit serious, and the soul fixing talisman didn't work at first. Mr. Tan helped. If it doesn't work again, you can only try to see if Mr. Chu's flesh and blood can have an effect on you. Nangong Yao said very calmly.

I listened to it at first, and I was grateful, and at the end, I felt creepy.

Nangong Yao smiled and soothed: "I won't let you eat it directly." There may be bad side effects when consumed directly. Spirit is trying to figure out how to solve this problem. ”

It's still a creepy description.

The nurse soon arrives and interrupts the eerie conversation.

She came in and checked on me and called the doctor.

Nangong Yao said: "Your parents and sister are not suitable for accompanying the bed, in order to ensure that when an accident occurs, someone can deal with it, we are here to accompany the bed these nights." ”

I thanked Nangong Yao, and suddenly reacted to another meaning in his words, and asked, "How long have I slept?" ”

"Coma, to be exact. You've been in a coma for a week. The doctor found out that you had suffered a blow to your brain. It should be the damage caused when you fall. Then there are some symptoms of collapse. Fortunately, otherwise, it would be difficult to explain it to your family and unit. Nangong Yao replied.

I can understand what Nangong Yao means. If my head hadn't been knocked once, my collapse and prolonged coma would have been inexplicable. I don't want to be a freak. Now, I'm just an unlucky one.

However, this kind of "lucky" is really not to be thankful.

The doctor soon came.

In the evening, I was pushed for a detailed check-up. The hospital also provided supper, which soothed my stomach after not eating well for many days.

This VIP treatment made me feel uneasy.

The hospital notified my family and both my parents and sister arrived quickly.

My mom and sister hugged me and shed tears, and my dad's hand on my shoulder trembled.

It also made my nose sore and my eyes hot.

Nangong Yao didn't know when he left.

I talked a lot with my parents and sister this night. Most of them were repeated care, and my mom and dad also talked about the care of my friends and the help they helped my family this week.

I also learned about the current situation during the conversation.

This is not Minqing Hospital, but Shinan Hospital.

There was a massive electrical failure at Minqing Hospital, where all the medical equipment, computer equipment, and even the mobile phone that the doctor was charging were damaged, and worst of all, it caused an explosion and a fire. I was an unfortunate victim of that accident, but I was also a lucky survivor.

In one week, more than 48 people died on the spot and later died as a result of their serious injuries, and nearly 100 people were seriously injured and comatose and seriously injured and disabled patients combined.

This number makes my body chill.

It's not that the casualties are too big, but the meaning behind the casualties that makes me feel terrified.

(End of chapter)