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Volume 8 The Sword Unsheathed Chapter 134

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    Like in a misty dream¡ª¡ª

    ? High mountains and flowing water, birds singing and flowers fragrant.  White clouds floated leisurely in the blue sky, and the slightest breeze blew softly by his ears.  The aroma is intoxicating and intoxicating

    It¡¯s just that Fugui has no strength at all, his body is limp, and he can¡¯t open his eyes. Maybe he is really tired and needs to rest wholeheartedly.  Just lying there quietly, thinking vaguely.

    Those bright flowers are spinning all the time. Is this the legendary paradise?  Heaven is really so beautiful!  He thought to himself.

    When he regained consciousness, he vaguely heard intermittent quarreling sounds, which seemed to be Yang Aiguo's voice and Yu Yu's voice. He tried hard to distinguish and wanted to open his eyes to see his best comrade, but he felt  The body was swaying in the air, and the sounds were getting farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the sound of the gurgling water in heaven

    When he tried to open his eyes, he found himself in a white world.  I feel that the sunlight shining through the white curtains is very dazzling.  He felt a little thirsty and turned his stiff head slightly, looking for some water.

    What he saw were plastic tubes inserted all over his body, with a light blue rubber sleeve fastened around his mouth. Two bottles of transparent liquid hanging on the iron frame were slowly flowing into his body through the two tubes.  On the display screen of the bedside instrument, two curved green lines were flashing rapidly. The room was so quiet, only the tall oxygen tank was making a "gurgling" sound.

    Fugui felt unspeakably tired. He wanted to change his posture, but his legs and feet didn't seem to belong to him, and they were too soft to obey the instructions of his brain.

    He sighed, this should be a hospital, it turns out he is not dead!

    So the paradise in the dream is fake?  He suddenly felt relieved.

    Although he thinks that ethereal paradise is beautiful, he still wants to live truly, breathe fresh air, and listen to the sounds of nature

    He stared blankly at the incandescent lamp on the roof and began to slowly recall everything that happened that night.

    The moment the man raised his gun, he also felt fear. That is the instinctive reaction of human beings in the face of death.  Man, how many people can face death without fear?

    His head felt dizzy again and he closed his eyes.  At this moment, he clearly remained in his memory. In addition to the man's terrifying grin, there was also the terrifying black muzzle of the gun. But what happened next?  How could he escape that disaster?

    There was a sharp pain in his chest, as if he was being torn apart by life, and he couldn't help but moan.  However, except for his moans, the huge ward was eerily silent.

    There was a small stain on the white wall. Although it was not obvious, he still felt uncomfortable after looking at it.  Fugui is a person who loves cleanliness very much. If he can stand up, he must wipe away the dust, he thought silently.

    Dust?  ?

    He suddenly remembered that night, every time the heavy combat boots took a step towards him, it would bring up a cloud of dust and leave a huge footprint on the ground.  The footprints came step by step, like stepping on Fugui's heart, and he seemed to smell the breath of death again.

    and after?

    The train of thought stopped again, and I simply stopped thinking about wealth.  He just wanted to know how Jin Hui and Jiao Ji were doing.

    That night, he almost died against two people, not to mention that they had to face more than a dozen people. From hearing the intensive gunshots that day, he knew that it must be more difficult for them. Can they survive?

    Fugui really wanted to find someone to ask about his comrades, but there was no one else here except him.

    With a hint of soreness in his eyes, he fell asleep again.

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    When Fugui woke up again, what he saw was still pure white. The only difference was that there were two figures busy in the room, and a man's voice came: "His vital signs are not stable yet. We can only see if his physical condition can  You can handle it." They all wore masks, and Fugui sounded loud and angry.

    Fugui looked around and saw the male doctor bent over with his back to him, looking at the small screen attentively.  A nurse stood beside him, holding a book folder, lowering his head and recording something.

    Fugui felt like he hadn¡¯t seen anyone for a long time, so when he first saw someone coming in, he felt like a child who had been wandering alone in the wilderness, and suddenly saw his familiar companion waiting for him in front of him.  He pouted, wanting to say a few words to them, but the airtight plastic cover fastened over his mouth and nose blocked his voice, and he couldn't even hear what he was saying.

    Fugui had no choice but to move his arm quietly. Unexpectedly, a heartbreaking pain spread throughout his body, and he couldn't help but moan softly.

    The nurse seemed to hear it, she?? turned around and glanced at Fugui. When she saw Fugui's eyes, she was slightly startled for a moment, and then her surprised eyes instantly turned to joy: "Hehe's awake." The bookfold in her hand fell off as she spoke.  When she reached the ground, she pulled the male doctor and let out a cry of joy.

    The male doctor stood up, gently rolled Fugui's eyelids, looked at it with a bright flashlight, and nodded.  Then he pulled the nurse aside and whispered a few instructions.

    Fugui tilted his ears to know what they were saying, but the voices were too soft, so he sighed.

    After a while, the male doctor hurried out.  The nurse came over and looked at Fugui carefully: "It's great now, you finally woke up!" The joy was beyond words.

    Fugui could see from her eyes that she was very excited, but Fugui had never been used to talking to women, so he turned his head slightly and saw a few bouquets of bright flowers in a transparent glass bottle on the windowsill.  Suddenly, I felt that this white ward was full of life.

    The nurse may have sensed Fugui's indifference. She paused, followed Fugui's gaze at the bouquets of flowers and said, "Those were given to you by my colleagues. By the way, there were also your comrades who sent them today."  of."

    "Comrade?" Fugui couldn't help but be startled. Instantly, he felt warm in his heart and couldn't help but turn his head and look at the closed door.

    The nurse seemed to see what Fu Gui was worried about. She smiled and said, "You still need to rest a lot now. They can't come in to see you. They can't let them come in to see you until you feel better. So, you want to see your comrades as soon as possible."  , you must take good care of yourself."

    Fugui really wanted to know how Jin Hui and Jiao Ji were doing, but when he was about to speak, the nurse stopped him and said, "The doctor just said, you should try to talk as little as possible. What you need now is to rest"

    Before he finished speaking, the doctor who just left walked in accompanied by an old man with white hair and good spirits.  From the young doctor's respect for him, Fugui knew that the old man must be an expert.

    Sure enough, the old man first opened Fugui's eyes and took a look, then sat down in front of the flashing display screen and looked at the data on it attentively. After being silent for a long time, he went to Fugui and shook his hand.  , finally spoke, but not to Fugui, but to the doctor and nurse: "Observe carefully these two days, he is still very weak, you must let the patient rest well, remember, do not let him get emotional  !¡±

    Fugui sighed secretly. What he needed now was not rest, but eager to know the situation of his comrades.  But he knew that the old man's words were edicts to the nurse and the young doctor, and they would not give him a chance.

    The old man stared at Fugui, ignoring the pleading look in Fugui's eyes. He exchanged a few words with the nurse, and then walked out of the ward with the doctor.

    The nurse sent them away, returned to Fugui and moistened his lips with a cotton ball dipped in water. Her eyes were dim, as if she was talking to herself, but she seemed to be talking to Fugui: "I don't know if you can hear me.  But the doctor said you need to rest. You must have a good rest. If you can open your eyes, you will recover. I believe it." After saying that, he covered his bare arms and quietly left the ward with the plate.  .

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