I can't forget the first light that came into my eyes.

I was even stunned for half a minute, I used to think I was in a dark and quiet environment.

I didn't expect the light in this room to be so dazzling, and the moment I woke up, I heard the unique, noisy, and busy sounds of the city.

In this sluggish half a minute, on the one hand, it is because of my emotion about life, people who have not experienced it will not understand what it is like to be in the dark for a long time and see the light of the world that is the most normal for ordinary people again.

What's more, the situation before this was almost nine deaths, and some people said that it was difficult to save the immortals.

On the other hand, there was the feeling of shock that came from my inactive mind, that I was actually 'treated' in such a bustling city? I'll call what I've experienced healing.

Should I be in the hospital? Are those who are silent and mysterious doctors?

I stared at the light outside the window for half a minute, and then I remembered to look at the environment around me, and when I rolled my eyes, I realized that I was not in a hospital, but a large, decorated bedroom with a Chinese flavor.

In popular words, it is the decoration style of the Chinese style.

I was lying on a large bed, and above my head was a distinctive chandelier with a dark red lattice and a Chinese knot.

But the funny thing is that there are all kinds of lines on my body, and from time to time there will be a slight 'Didi' sound in my ears, as long as you have been to the hospital, the next moment will understand that it is a unique hospital instrument to monitor vital signs.

I don't believe that the hospital will be like this, so luxuriously decorated, that it can be extravagant enough to accommodate patients in such large rooms.

There are large bookcases, small wine cabinets, and large sofas full of style, which is not necessary at all!

The room was 'lively', it was the sound of traffic coming from the window, but it was also very quiet, there was hardly any sound except for the sound of my breathing.

I had a feeling that I couldn't put it into words, and I wanted to call someone, but I didn't know who to call.

The lines were attached to me, I tried to get up, my body was a little soft, but it was no big deal, I just 'roughly' ripped off the lines, and then stood up from the bed.

I don't know how much time has passed, but it was the first time in a 'long time' that I got up from the bed like this, and I couldn't help but feel my legs go limp, and my whole body shook a few times before I stabilized my body.

But when I stood up straight, I found that I seemed to be a little unfamiliar with how I walked my steps.

Moreover, there was some chilling sensation in the body, it turned out that in this room, the huge window, the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, opened a small door, and the sound outside the window, and the wind that made people feel a little cold came from there.

Under this slight cold, a normal person who is thinly dressed should lie back in bed.

However, I didn't know why, but I was a little resistant to lying down again, and after a short period of adaptation, I began to try to take steps.

I still have some sore legs, and I feel that it is difficult to support my body, but walking is an instinct, and I adapt very well and quickly, with the help of all kinds of furniture in the room, I walked smoothly to the window.

Standing by the window, my whole body was a little flustered, because everywhere I looked, there were tall buildings, and from a distance, my vision was covered by these layers of buildings.

And downstairs is full of crowded and dense cars and people, this qiē qiē, all telling me that this is not a scene that my hometown town can have.

Such a bustling street scene and buildings can only be said to be in a big city, and it is possible to have it in a relatively prosperous area.

I made a special observation that the exterior of the building I was in had nothing to do with the hospital, but was a typical office building, which was a very strange thing.

So where is this? When I woke up, my mind was still a little stiff, and I didn't know where this was. Because I am in a high-rise building, it seems impossible to see some of the signboards downstairs.

Perhaps there will be some clues on closer inspection, but I have not recovered my ability to think for a while, and after standing in front of the window for less than two minutes, my limbs have been a little cold by the wind unique to this high altitude, so I feel that I can't stand it, so I can only stretch out my hand and close the window with difficulty.

I struggled so hard to do this simple action, so much so that after the window was closed, I even leaned against the window and gasped a few times, and a little hot sweat broke out on my forehead.

I, Ye Zhengling, have become a 'weak' man? This is indeed a relatively unacceptable thing, but you have to learn to be grateful if you can survive.

The thing that needs to be grateful even more is that I still live in the familiar Huaxia, instead of waking up and finding myself on an alien planet, isn't it difficult for the gods to be saved? It's possible that it's an alien who saved me? And if that's the really scary thing?

I was able to make a joke on myself and make myself laugh, which is definitely a good thing.

Although I still haven't forgotten in my heart, the name of the person who saved me is Chen Chengyi, and I have heard this name, and I think I need to spend some time thinking about his name, where I heard it.

I wanted to go up to the sofa and sit down, but it turned out that this huge bedroom had a bathroom.

I was thirsty, but I didn't find any water in the house, except for the wine on the shelves, which I don't think was for me, unless I wanted to lie down for two more days.

In addition, after lying down for so long, I have an inexplicable feeling of being greasy, and it would be a very pleasant thing if I could take a bath by myself. I'm not a doctor, and I can't think about whether this is an unscientific, or even 'dangerous' thing for patients.

I moved to the bathroom again and turned on the bathroom light.

This is also a luxuriously decorated bathroom, which is also full of ancient Chinese style, and even has a large wooden barrel-like bathtub.

I felt that this qiē was good, but I still rushed to the washbasin with some impatience, turned on the faucet, and began to gulp water.

The slightly cool water was swallowed into my belly, bringing great comfort to my restless and hot body, and also bringing a hint of sobriety to my somewhat chaotic mind.

When I had my fill, I looked up and saw that the large mirror in front of me reflected my image.

My eyebrows and eyes are still familiar, but they are a little thin and terrible, and the beard around my face almost covers most of my face, because of these, I look a little strange.

I subconsciously touched my face, and thought of some self-deprecation in my heart, this time Zhou Zheng's kid said that he was more handsome than me, and I had no way to deny it.

But when I think of Lao Zhou, my mood begins to be inexplicably heavy again, how is Lao Zhou?

Maybe it's because of something big, although my heart is heavy, even to the point of anxiety, but the expression on my face has not changed at all, and I know that there are some things that I can't remember.

I was wearing a vest and I didn't feel very cold in the room with the window closed, and judging by the sunlight outside the window, it could be autumn if not summer, but I was fortunate that I didn't go from summer to winter.

So, wearing such a vest to facilitate needle pricking? I thought like this, and when I looked at myself again, the black mark on my shoulder that had inexplicably appeared was still there, still a paw print, but not worse, but a little more diluted, which made me feel strange.

I remembered a conversation with Yao Lao, and he told me that this is a soul mark, is it possible for the soul mark to be diluted?

I went to touch it, when my arm rubbed against my body, I felt that something was wrong with my body, I lifted my vest, and then looked at it dumbfounded, I don't know when there was a long knife cut between my abdomen, it was a typical scalpel cut, the stitches had been removed, and the recovery was not bad.

I don't know exactly when I was unconscious, but it didn't twist hideously, it just left a red mark, believing that its color would fade over time.

But doesn't that mean I've been disemboweled, and I don't know?

What really happened during this time? Where am I? I was a little annoyed, but my hand unconsciously opened the cabinet in front of me with the basin, rummaging in it, I hate my bearded image, I want to shave off, at least I look at myself will not be strange, so I will have some confidence in my heart.

I won't forget the feeling of self-identity collapse in my dream, although I woke up much better, but it doesn't mean that I forgot about it.

Miraculously, I actually found a man's shaving thing in this cabinet, which might be a man's room, and I thought to myself, and began to shave my face with shaving cream, and shaved with my hands.

It was only a little bit of scraping, and a voice suddenly came from behind me.

"Your heart is big enough that the first thing you do when you wake up is to shave instead of going out of the room to see. But suddenly the vital signs disappeared, and the joke was not funny. ”

The voice had a gentle magnetism, and as soon as my hand shook, a trace of bright red blood flowed from my face.

Through the mirror in front of me, I saw the person behind me, the warm smile that seemed to smile into the bottom of people's hearts, the vicissitudes of life, and the whole person suddenly relaxed.

I wiped the blood off my face as if nothing had happened, and then continued to scrape it on my face, saying, "Otherwise, what are you going me to do?" Mr. Sue? ”