The ones that traveled to the Jurassic are so real, how can they be explained by dreams, if those memories are false, it can only mean that Zheng Jun has symptoms of schizophrenia. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zheng Jun, who couldn't figure out the situation, was in a mess in his heart, and now he calmed down when he touched the bowstring, and took out his mobile phone to find that the photos and videos taken before were still stored in his mobile phone.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, first of all, he should confirm the phone, and scare himself. He turned around and climbed into the tent to find that the plants he had collected in Jurassic were also there, but the stones he had collected were nowhere to be seen.

Seeing the video data recording the Jurassic scenery stored in his mobile phone, and seeing the prehistoric plants collected in the tent, Zheng Jun can finally be sure that he has really traveled through it.

What I have experienced before is not a dream, nor is it my own imagination. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, he almost thought he had schizophrenia.

When crossing into the Jurassic, Zheng Jun rode back to camp but fell by the stream, and he vividly remembers seeing that the rearview mirror of the motorcycle had been shattered, and the smell of gasoline in the air at that time also showed that the fuel tank of the motorcycle had been damaged.

And what impressed him even more was that the sword he was hanging from his waist at that time was only the scabbard, so he had to venture forward and try to pick up the axe, which eventually caused him to be attacked by the dinosaur and come back dead. Now that the motorcycle was parked intact next to the bed, and the sword was slung intact from his waist, it was clear that the items had been restored to their original state when they returned.

Carefully recalling the bits and pieces of his time during the crossing, Zheng Jun speculated that the items damaged after the crossing could be restored to their original state after returning. Moreover, the items carried during the crossing, as long as Zheng Jun returns to the modern era, will automatically return regardless of whether he is carrying it on his body or not, and will not remain in the past.

Any changes you make to an item will be retained until you return. Zheng Jun can only temporarily speculate that it is because of the material or the value of the item.

When he travels, he does not exhibit any anomalies in modern society, so even if someone spies on him due to suspicion in the future, there is no way to determine whether he has crossed over or not.

And the most important information that can be confirmed by this crossing is that Zheng Jun did not return when he was unconscious. Zheng Jun speculated that if it weren't for the fact that passive loss of consciousness was different from normal sleep, only normal sleep would lead to crossing.

That means that traversing can only be done within the confines of the room. This is very easy to verify, as long as he falls asleep normally in other places, no matter which result it is, it can allow Zheng Jun to initially have the ability to control the crossing.

Zheng Jun briefly summarized the information he speculated, and was going to find another place to sleep first, just because he pretended to be sick and asked for leave and didn't say the time, and now he happened to go back to work and sleep in the hospital to verify whether the crossing was related to the location. If traversal is related to range, then it is much simpler to control.

Zheng Jun planned not to cross again in a short period of time if he could initially control it. After all, he had just experienced a real death before, which made him realize that although he had the information and materials of the whole modern society to back him up when necessary, he did not have the ability to protect himself.

Before recalling, although it was actually only a day, Zheng Jun had already experienced a real death himself. At this time, he subconsciously wanted to find the link of his past life, so as not to be immersed in philosophical speculation about whether he was really dead.

"Mom, are you and Dad doing well lately?"

Saying this simple greeting over the phone, I always thought it was difficult to say this greeting before, but now I can't wait to ask it.

"We're okay, how are you doing? Are you doing well? Are you eating well? Are you gaining weight again? Are you going well at work? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Listening to these words, which had previously felt verbose, Zheng Jun felt the care and happiness that could almost overflow from the phone. His heart was settled.

Zheng Jun's director is also his teacher, he is a handsome middle-aged man who is almost fifty years old. Because of proper maintenance, he looks only in his thirties. He has always taken great care of Zheng Jun, and he is also very concerned when he sees him coming to work: "Do you only need to rest for one day? Since you think you need to be quiet, it is better to rest for a few more days." ”

"No, it's a lot better today, I have to work overtime when I'm resting, so I can't really come to work after I'm completely well. ”

Zheng Jun felt a little guilty about the director's concern, but he didn't dare to show it, so he could only pretend to have a stuffy nose, try to keep calm, and prevaricate angrily.

In the past, when Zheng Jun went to work, he always thought about quietly reading novels after dealing with patients a few times, although he did not dare to relax when examining patients, he was always impatient with patients, and he did not like to explain to patients in too much detail, and felt that it was too time-consuming and unnecessary.

Now Zheng Jun thinks about those novels again, but he doesn't have the feeling of being impatient to read them before, but feels a little boring, and he can't arouse the interest in reading novels. As a result, he suddenly found that he had a lot more time at work.

One day after dealing with the patient, he not only told the patient in detail about the cause and effect, but he also patiently answered the patient's questions, and as a result, he was thanked by several patients and praised for his good attitude, which also made Zheng Jun feel good all day.

This kind of pleasure was something Zheng Jun had never experienced when he went to work before, and he only felt that these patients were neither reasonable nor patient, and they had to break the casserole to ask questions no matter what they wanted, and they couldn't understand what they said, which was really annoying.

Unexpectedly, interpersonal communication is like a mirror, when he carefully and patiently explained to the patients, these patients also listened to him quietly like elementary school students, and some patients did not leave after seeing the doctor. Zheng Jun had never experienced such an experience, which made him even more interested.

In the evening, he offered to help the doctor on duty. This doctor is one year younger than him, his name is Li Xia, although his face is quite delicate, he is taller than Zheng Jun, and his weight is almost the same as Zheng Jun, and he is a standard female man in terms of body and personality.

Li Xia heard him say that she was going to be on duty for her, looked at him from top to bottom, from left to right, and then took a step back suddenly, surrounded herself with her hands, and pretended to use a false voice shyly:

"Son, have you burned your brain for too long? The little woman is a performer who doesn't sell her body, even if she takes the initiative to help others on duty, they won't promise each other. ”

At this time, Zheng Jun could read the feeling of waterfall sweat directly from his face:

"Sister Xia, don't play with me, your painting style is completely wrong, so good? I treat you as a brother, do you want to fall in love with me?"

When Li Xia heard this, she immediately regained her true character as a woman, walked up and patted Zheng Jun on the shoulder with one hand, and used one hand like this:

"Well said, I'll give you a ninety score for this spit!"

Zheng Jun felt his entire shoulder rattle

"Ninety points, you're still messing with me?"

"Although you have a good mouthful, the contempt for my charm hidden in your tone is keenly perceived by me, which makes me very unhappy!"

Then he turned around and left Zheng Jun alone, stunned, almost spurting blood out like a intestine. You strong woman King Kong has a hairy charm! It's a pity that you only dare to secretly think about it in your heart.

It is completely different from other departments that often come to the emergency room at night and have a busy night. The ophthalmology department generally does not have emergency patients at night, and hospitalized patients do not have any special discomfort at night, so they are not too busy. Nothing often happens for several nights in a row, and the doctor on duty can sleep peacefully until the morning.

Zheng Jun also happened to encounter such a quiet night that day. On this night, there was no ringing of the pager of a patient calling for a nurse, nor the groans of an emergency patient in pain. Compared to yesterday, there was no crossing, no killing, no death.