Ma Xiaoguang heard someone talking and tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them anyway.
In his hazy consciousness, someone was still shaking his body.
Yesterday's car accident was too tragic. His car seemed to be out of control. It was a flash of lightning, and then nothing happened.
He thought he was dead, but he seemed alive, and he seemed to be wandering between life and death, and his soul seemed to be floating in the air.
He seems to be slowly regaining his memory...
When I opened my eyes, I saw white in front of me. I moved my arm and it hurt. It was not an illusion.
In front of him is a ward that is older than the township health center. An old-fashioned bamboo-shell thermos bottle, a white enamel jar, blue and white striped hospital gowns and sheets, and a dim incandescent lamp above the head. There was an unusually strong smell of disinfectant in the air. There is a steel needle stuck in the hand, and connected to the steel needle is an old-fashioned yellow rubber pipe. Going up the pipe is a glass hanging bottle.
"I'll go, where is this..."
"Don't move, don't talk, this is the Central Hospital," a voice said.
"Central? Hospital?"
Ma Xiaoguang's mind went blank, like a puppet, lying stiffly on the bed.
"how so?"
At this time, another voice said to him: "I know you are in pain now, but you must be strong. I believe you will recover."
Ma Xiaoguang nodded mechanically.
Ma Xiaoguang was lying on the hospital bed. He closed his eyes and replayed what he had just heard in his mind.
"You are in pain now, but you must be strong and believe that you will recover."
As he thought about those words, the pain in his body seemed to be gone, and his body seemed to slowly regain its strength, and he slowly opened his eyes again.
In front of him is a female officer wearing a military uniform from the Republic of China.
The female officer in front of her was wearing a yellow-green military uniform, a cylindrical military cap from the National Revolutionary Army during the Republic of China, and high-top military boots. On her collar badge was a golden three-pointed star and a horizontal bar.
The female officer is in her twenties, with a tall figure and a dashing appearance. Her green military uniform is embroidered with a blue-edged badge with her name on it, which reads "Wu Qiuyi" in imitation Song font.
"You're filming? You haven't taken off your makeup yet?"
This is where? During the car accident, I only felt a black eye.
Suddenly, some memory fragments flashed through his mind, and then like countless needles pricking him, Ma Xiaoguang's eyes turned red and he couldn't help but roar.
"Captain! What's wrong with you?" Wu Qiuyi was shocked.
"Ah! My head hurts so much..." Ma Xiaoguang held his head in his hands, panting like an ox, and there was cold sweat on his forehead.
"Doctor...go and call the doctor..." Wu Qiuyi shouted to the nurse outside the door regardless of her manners. The nurse was stunned for a moment and hurriedly ran out of the doctor's office.
Ma Xiaoguang breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Wu Qiuyi in front of him, and asked, "Who are you?"
As if by magic, the expression on Wu Qiuyi's face was frozen...
"Captain, stop joking, don't scare me?" Wu Qiuyi was a little flustered and at a loss.
"Where am I?" Ma Xiaoguang asked as his eyes regained some clarity.
"This...this is the Central Hospital..." Wu Qiuyi replied tremblingly.
"I only know that CCTV, China People's Broadcasting Station... Central Hospital? What the hell?" Ma Xiaoguang thought to himself, calmed down, looked at the environment in the ward, and then at Wu Qiuyi and the nurse... Ma Xiaoguang seemed I understand something.
He opened the quilt suddenly and looked at his body.
The buttery belly that is a daily part of the body is gone! Now he has a strong and well-proportioned figure with beautiful six-pack abs. The white tofu meat that he used to be ashamed of has turned into healthy wheat-colored skin.
This is not your body!
Ma Xiaoguang was trembling all over and had a splitting headache again. After a long time, he trembled with his lips: "I...who am I?"
Wu Qiuyi's face turned pale and she looked at Ma Xiaoguang as if she was possessed by an evil spirit.
"Ma Xiaoguang..." After a long time, Wu Qiuyi slowly said these three words.
Ma Xiaoguang...Ma Xiaoguang...the name is still the same, but the person is not the same person.
In this life, Ma Xiaoguang and his colleagues went on a mission together. There was a loud noise, and then an explosion... His brother Chen Wu pushed him away desperately, and then he knew nothing and remembered nothing.
Chen Wu, who saved himself with his life, also called himself this name.
"What year is it now?" Ma Xiaoguang tried his best to suppress the panic and panic in his heart.
"The Republic of China...the twenty-fourth year of the Republic of China...it was 1935." Wu Qiuyi lowered her head and bit her lips hard to prevent tears from flowing out.
"Give me a mirror...Give me a mirror" Ma Xiaoguang still couldn't believe it and growled like a wounded wolf.
Wu Qiuyi hurriedly turned around and rushed into the bathroom in three steps at a time.
There was a crisp sound, which seemed to be the sound of breaking glass. After a while, Wu Qiuyi came out holding an irregular mirror.
"What's wrong with the hand?" Ma Xiaoguang couldn't help asking.
I saw that Wu Qiuyi's hand holding the mirror was bleeding.
"I accidentally scratched it!" Wu Qiuyi forced out a smile and put her injured hand behind her back, while the bright red blood was still dripping down.
Ma Xiaoguang immediately took the mirror and looked at his face.
In the mirror was a young face, very handsome, but Ma Xiaoguang promised that he had never seen it before.
All the strength was drained from his body, and Ma Xiaoguang suddenly lay down on the bed. His eyes were lifeless and he stared blankly at the ceiling.
"My soul... was knocked into the Republic of China by a car accident... God, you are playing with me..."
The mirror fell and shattered on the ground. Wu Qiuyi wiped the tears on her face and gently covered him with a quilt.
Two male doctors came in, one of them was a foreigner, and the foreign doctor immediately examined Ma Xiaoguang.
"Mr. Ma, Mr. Ma?" the Chinese doctor called Ma Xiaoguang, but Ma Xiaoguang had no reaction at all.
"I am your attending physician Zhou Tianmin, and this is Dr. Booker, a specially appointed German expert from the Central Hospital. Do you feel better?"
"He...he doesn't even know who he is now..." Wu Qiuyi choked and said with red eyes.
Dr. Zhou Tianmin glanced at Ma Xiaoguang and muttered something to Dr. Booker. The doctor replied, and then continued to examine Ma Xiaoguang.
Ma Xiaoguang was like a puppet, letting the two doctors do whatever they wanted.
After a series of examinations, the doctor murmured again, and Dr. Zhou translated: "The doctor said: It is a miracle that he can wake up. In comparison, amnesia is not a big problem... Intracranial The injury is recovering, and another X-ray is needed... Xiao Wang, contact the radiology department and arrange for the patient to take an X-ray immediately..." Dr. Zhou explained to the nurse next to him.
"Then when will he regain his memory?" Wu Qiuyi asked anxiously.
Dr. Zhou also asked in German, and the doctor shook his head.
"Maybe soon, maybe for a lifetime!" Dr. Zhou translated, "The brain is the most complex part of the human body. Many patients with brain injuries either never wake up for the rest of their lives, or wake up and become idiots. The injured just lose their It is a great blessing to have lost my memory..."
The two doctors left, leaving only Ma Xiaoguang and Wu Qiuyi in the ward. Wu Qiuyi moved a chair and sat at the head of the bed.
"Did you hear that? Captain Ma, I thought you would sleep forever... Fortunately, you woke up..." Wu Qiuyi smiled, with tears in her eyes.
Ma Xiaoguang was still staring at the ceiling, indifferent to Wu Qiuyi's words and had no reaction.
"The doctor is right. You are not disabled, you just have amnesia. You are already blessed by God..."
Hearing this sentence, Ma Xiaoguang trembled violently.
Yes, you are not dead, so what is there to despair about? Compared to his team members who have sacrificed their lives in this life, there is nothing to despair about in the past two lives. In his previous life, he was from Bashu. He remembered the old saying in his hometown: "The poorest are those who beg for food, and those who are not dead must live..." What should a person who has died twice be afraid?
The car accident happened when I was on my way to a roadshow for a venture capital company. The car hit a garbage truck, and a whole truckload of dirt and gravel fell from the sky. Then I didn't know anything!
The miracle in the novel I read in my previous life really happened. I was reborn. I have been a human being for two lives. What else is there to be dissatisfied about?
Although it is not the same as before, nor is it the familiar hometown, although it is not good, it is much better than "a bowl at the beginning". I hope the final ending is not "a rope".
"Yes, I want to cheer up. Since I have lived again, I will live well. Losing my memory is not losing my virginity." Thinking of this, Ma Xiaoguang felt enlightened and fell asleep again.
After a dreamless night, Ma Xiaoguang woke up again.
"Gugu" his stomach growled unsatisfactorily, "Is there anything to eat?" Ma Xiaoguang asked.
"Yes, some..." Wu Qiuyi, who had been standing by the side, said quickly.
I took a food box, which contained a lot of content, including Sihechun's Xiaolongbao, Liu Changxing's noodle soup, Yongheyuan's duck blood and vermicelli soup... I don't know how Wu Qiuyi managed to get so many delicacies. No matter in his past life or in this life, Ma Xiaoguang is a complete foodie. Having regained some strength, he transformed into a glutton and, like a storm, ignored Wu Qiuyi's dissuasion and ate the entire breakfast box. Fortunately, Wu Qiuyi was worried about it. Ma Xiaoguang's stomach discomfort did not occur.
After eating, looking at the leftovers in front of him, he scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Sorry, I'm so hungry."
"Okay! Okay!" Wu Qiuyi's eyes were red and her tears turned into a smile.
Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she turned around and rushed to the doctor's office...
Ma Xiaoguang was treated in the hospital for another week. Under the careful care of the doctors, nurses and Wu Qiuyi of the Central Hospital, although Ma Xiaoguang still had occasional inexplicable headaches, all other parts of his body recovered well. As the German doctor Dr. Booker said, " This is a miracle of life and medicine..."
One day, I was resting out of boredom.
"Dong, dong dong." After a rhythmic knock on the door, two men in Chinese tunic uniforms walked into the ward under the leadership of nurse Xiao Wang.
The leader was wearing a gray Chinese tunic suit with a blue sky and white sun party emblem pinned to his left chest, and a pen pinned to the left breast pocket of the tunic suit.
Behind him is a young man in his early twenties, wearing an ordinary blue tunic suit, with a crew cut and a strong figure.
Wu Qiuyi quickly stood at attention, saluted, and greeted: "Hello, Chief Xu!"
Turning his head, he hurriedly introduced to Ma Xiaoguang, who looked confused: "Captain Ma, Chief Xu is here to visit you..."
Ma Xiaoguang reacted and immediately stood up to salute.
"Hurry up and lie down, don't be polite, Xiao Wu, is Xiaoma recovering well?"
"Sir, everything has basically recovered..." Wu Qiuyi replied hesitantly.
"That's good. Director Dai asked me to come and see you and greet you." Section Chief Xu turned to Ma Xiaoguang and said with a smile.
"Thank you, Director Dai, thank you, Chief Xu...for your dedication to the party and the country...loyalty..." Ma Xiaoguang blurted out. It should be that the two souls of the past and present life began to merge.
"Hmm. That's right, but don't be harsh on yourself. To be loyal to the party and the country, you must also be in good health. Your health is important, so rest first." Section Chief Xu said with a smile.
"Xiao Wu, you have worked hard during this period. Thank you for taking care of Xiao Ma," Section Chief Xu turned to Wu Qiuyi and said.
"It's okay, it's not hard." Wu Qiuyi said hurriedly.
"By the way, these are some nutritional supplements." The young man following Section Chief Xu quickly took over a bag of nutritional supplements he was carrying and said. Good guys, the original American "KLIM" milk powder (which is our current milk powder), Huichang's preserves, canned fruits, fresh fruits, and on the other side is an envelope and a quaint Chinese box.
The young man said: "This is Corey's consolation money, and this is fifty-year-old wild ginseng..."
"Fifty-year-old wild ginseng? You won't get a nosebleed after eating it, right?" Ma Xiaoguang thought to himself, but of course he didn't say it out loud. There was a blank look on his face and a grateful smile.
Seeing this, Wu Qiuyi took the things and thanked Ma Xiaoguang: "Thank you, sir, and thank you all colleagues. With the blessings of heaven and earth, Captain Ma has begun to recover."
Section Chief Xu smiled and said: "That's good, take a good rest and wait until you recover. Director Dai said that you have meritorious service, and the party and the state will not treat meritorious officials badly."
Ma Xiaoguang quickly thanked him. Although the reason for these thanks was a little unclear to him now, as a veteran in the workplace in his previous life, this was already an instinct that was deeply rooted in his bones.
After exchanging a few words, Section Chief Xu and the young man stood up to say goodbye, and the ward became quiet again.
Ma Xiaoguang sat up, and his body began to recover. He was no longer as useless as he was at the beginning.
These days of cultivation, through the fusion of some memory fragments and communication with Wu Qiuyi. Ma Xiaoguang finally has a little understanding of himself now.
The soul-pierced self is now the squad leader of the third team of the Special Operations Group under the Operations Section of the Secret Service of Fuxing Society. He is the lowest-level spy leader. He has a team of six people in total and was ordered to investigate a foreign company suspected of being a major espionage company.
After getting the information, he took the lead because of his outstanding skills. When he rushed in with his brothers, most of the people in the foreign company had already run away. In the innermost office, there was only one damn spy who was still burning something. It should be a secret The code rang, yes it rang, a Japanese-style 91 grenade. Fortunately, Chen Wu reacted quickly and pushed Ma Xiaoguang out the door. Of course, the Japanese spies in the room died together with Ma Xiaoguang's other team members... …
This is a very simple action, why does it happen? It is common for Japanese spies to destroy code books and smash them into pieces, but why is the explosion power of a grenade so powerful? In addition, why are the other personnel of the foreign company missing?
It is now 1935. In two years, the entire land of China will fall into an unprecedented disaster. At that time, the mountains and rivers will be shattered, people will starve thousands of miles away, and all living beings will be in ruins...
Ma Xiaoguang was a little confused: "What should I do?"
There were too many doubts about the case in which he almost died. He had too many things to do and too many things he didn't know. As Ma Xiaoguang thought about it, his head ached a little.
Alas, I can only let it go for a while, and continue looking for clues after being discharged from the hospital, both for myself and for the brothers who sacrificed themselves.
