"Tika, tower!"
This scream woke up Shen Rusong from his nightmare. However, when he opened his eyes, he saw the warm yellow color that he had not seen for a long time. It took Shen Rusong a while to realize that it was the sun shining on his face.
Where am I? Shen Rusong had a severe headache and subconsciously wanted to get up. His whole body was weak. Only his eyes were still under control. After trying for a long time, starting from moving his fingers one by one, to his neck, arms, and limbs, he found that he was being controlled by various instruments. The pipelines were filled and wrapped into a rice dumpling.
"Huh..." He exhaled a long breath and stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time before the divine light in his almond-shaped eyes slowly returned.
Under the snow-white walls were bright yellow flower arrangements, and the gauze curtains raised by the breeze had not yet fallen. Shen Rusong saw the red kettle on the bedside table opposite. He suddenly felt that his throat was so dry that he could not help but cry out because of thirst. , I wanted to get up, but it still felt like there was a stone pressing me down. I moved it around, and finally it turned into a "bang bang bang" knocking sound.
The little nurse who heard the noise first quickly found someone to take care of her, and ran quickly, her little leather shoes stepping on the bright white floor tiles, "click, click, click", as fast as brows, and the warm light that slipped through the screen fell on her. On her face, there was a festive freckle between the bridge of her nose. She waved her hand and ran to the doctor and said: "Doctor Wang! Doctor Wang! The critical patient No. 7 is awake!"
The doctor came after hearing the news, checked Shen Rusong's vital signs, and said, "He is recovering very well."
Just when he was about to ask Shen Rusong more details, someone came and whispered a few words, indicating that there was an officer outside the door who wanted to ask questions.
Shen Rusong looked along. With sharp eyes, he saw that the tall and thin officer outside the door did not have any conspicuous service signs. He felt that there must be a reason for the incident. For a moment, he remembered everything in the mysterious dungeon. As he flashed past the monument that erupted with a wave of blue and white light, his head began to hurt violently.
The small words swirled in his ears, and Shen Rusong became confused. Everyone in the ward quickly started to rescue. Before he passed out, Shen Rusong only saw a pair of willow eyes on a round face. His lips were red and his teeth were white, so youthful. .
"Check your vitals!"
"Um, doctor? Everything's okay!"
"Is it a stress reaction or something?" the doctor said depressedly. Shen Rusong's characteristics were stable, so he had to prescribe a diazepam injection.
Shen Rusong fell into dreamland again.
This time in the Longshan Underground City, the dim virtual sky followed the surface time and released false sunlight. Shen Rusong punched down one boy after another on the playground, whose faces were in ink shadows, and then was chased around the street corner. In the alley, the crowds of people, illuminated by neon lights, split into two groups in front of the woman holding the girl, and frantically chased Shen Rusong into the examination room.
The test papers placed on the table were wet with his sweat. When he raised his head, the instructor stepped his head back into the mud. He was about to suffocate. He said in his heart that this was just a dream, so he returned. Arrive at the starting point.
He opened his eyes again and tried to open them. During the "ghost pressing on the bed" moment when his consciousness was restored but his body was not yet under control, he was in a trance, and distant, familiar and seemingly meaningless words floated by his ears:
"Wheat, white sheep, jungle, sailor, nation, ocean..."
The little nurse accompanying Shen Rusong's bedside heard his murmurings in his sleep. She leaned down and listened carefully. Then she took a pen and paper and wrote it down. She couldn't help but muttered: "What are you talking about? Are you reading poetry?"
Tired of listening, the little nurse sat by the bed, picked up a book of poems that someone had placed on the windowsill, and read through it. In the quiet time at noon, she propped up her arms, rolled up a corner of her sleeves, and read slowly, letting the light slant across her little face.
The faint golden-white sunlight caressed the side of her face, like a transparent jade. After waking up, Shen Rusong couldn't tell whether this was in heaven or on earth. He raised his hand, trying to distinguish whether this was reality or not. The next fantasy to break free from.
Soft woolen cloth, then delicate skin, this person's face is still in the light and shadow, a sweet and slightly sharp voice:
"Hey, are you awake again?"
Shen Rusong was stunned. He wriggled his lower lip. He didn't really want to break the silence, so he listened to the strange nurse in white reading softly and reciting poems. He opened his eyes and looked at the snow-white wall. And the Ditang flowers that reached under the eaves were small and blooming in bunches.
How many minutes? How many hours? When Shen Rusong's eyes finally focused, the nurse's bright red cross immediately came into view.
After his head moved for a little while, it hurt a lot. Shen Rusong panted for a while, his thoughts were muddy, and he asked: "Ah... hiss, where am I?"
The young nurse retracted her legs, put the book on her knees, folded her hands on the cover, arched her eyebrows, and said, "Corporal Shen Rusong, you are in the Army Hospital at Yanqi Base."
"Ah? Base? Who are you?" Shen Rusong said confused.
The nurse leaned forward, looked at the patient whose brain was in a state of stasis, smiled helplessly, pointed to the name tag and said: "I am a nurse."
"Come, look here, my name is Qi Yuzhu, Qi, Yu, Zhu, do you see clearly? Hello? Comrade? Comrade?"
Another double image appeared in front of Shen Rusong's eyes, and his mind flashed back to bizarre scenes, including mountains of corpses, seas of blood, dark ghosts, mechas, evil dragons...
"Ah...ah..." He opened his mouth and shouted meaninglessly.
Seeing that Shen Rusong was acting like an idiot again, the little nurse named Qi Yuzhu shrugged her shoulders and thought that she might have injured her brain, otherwise she wouldn't have been in a coma for more than thirty days.
She confirmed that Shen Rusong was fine and comforted her in a soft voice: "You have been sleeping for almost a month, but you are fine. Get more rest. I will ask the doctor. Just lie down and don't move around."
After that, Qi Yuzhu tucked Shen Rusong into bed and repeatedly told him not to move to avoid injuring the wound. Then he straightened the nurse's hat and trotted all the way, disappearing deep into the corridor as Shen Rusong watched.
I was unconscious for a month?
Shen Rusong's eyes were dull, and he always felt that there was a lot of difference, but no matter how he thought about it, it was still a blank sheet of paper, at best a piece of drawing paper that had not been wiped clean by the eraser. When he thought of Qianshan, there was only endless snowstorms and the roar of machine guns. , and the overwhelming gray fog and thunder.
He was in a daze thinking that it was getting dark, until the attending doctor came back to check the bed and conduct a comprehensive examination, confirming that Shen Rusong might just have post-traumatic hypochondriasis, but everything else was normal and he was recovering very well. He would be cured in a short time. Rehabilitation training can begin.
As soon as the doctor left, a burst of footsteps broke in. Before Shen Rusong could hear what was going on, a very familiar voice came over.
"My pine nut! You are finally awake!"
Shen Rusong was inspired, and a medical miracle immediately appeared. His arm, which had been paralyzed for a day, regained strength. He lifted it up to resist Gao Keming who was about to hug him. However, he was still recovering from a serious illness, how could he resist being so full of energy? A tall head?
