"Sister Liu, what's wrong with this person? He is so thin that he looks like he is critically ill, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I just drank too much and got poisoned by alcohol. I washed his stomach and was not in danger of life."

"No, right? I haven't seen anyone who drinks too much, so how can I be like him?"

"Look at his eye sockets, they are so deep that they can scoop water. And those panda eyes almost cover the whole face. I look like this haggard and powerful, I look no different from those critically ill patients."

"Shh! Speak quietly!"

"I also heard that this person has moderate depression and severe insomnia. This time, he has not slept for five days and five nights in a row, so he drank three bottles of white wine in one breath and drank himself down."

"You should be careful when taking care of him. Never stimulate him. Such patients are very unstable and will get furious if they are not at all."

"Oh, it's so serious, so pitiful! Why didn't any of his family come?"

"Who knows, I heard that even the medical expenses were paid by his landlord first, and he never saw his family from beginning to end."

"Then his landlord is really good. We are in a high-end VIP ward. We have to charge an extra 2,000 yuan for a day of staying. For a tenant, he is willing to give up."

"Who said no? He has met a good person, otherwise who would care about him and just throw it away as a drunk."

"Yes, yes, not only are people good, but they are rich, but I just don't know if they are handsome guys."

"You can save money. I have seen the landlord. He is a woman, very beautiful, you have no chance."

"No, it's a pity, why aren't you a handsome guy..."

In a daze, Yang Fan's consciousness gradually woke up, and the whispers of two women came to his ears.

Where is this?

Hell?

He tried hard to open a thin slit of his eyelids, and in a daze, he saw two women in white clothes busying around him. The faint sounds he heard just now appeared in their mouths.

"Hey, Sister Liu, his fingers just moved, and it seemed like he was about to wake up!"

"Is that so? It's almost time to wake up. It's been a whole night. If you don't wake up, you should call Dr. Chen."

"Xiao Zhang, go and pour him a glass of warm water. After he wakes up, he should be thirsty and replenish a lot of water."

"Yeah!"

At this time, Yang Fan clearly felt the woman named Sister Liu bent over and lying in front of her bed, and whispered: "Mr. Yang! Mr. Yang Fan! Wake up! Wake up!"

"The water is coming, the water is coming, Sister Liu, is he awake?"

"The perception has recovered, but it seems that the consciousness is not very clear." Sister Liu continued to yell in Yang Fan's ear: "Mr. Yang, can you open your eyes? I am Liu Juan, the responsible nurse of the Thirteenth Room. Do you have any needs now? Do you want some water?"

It turned out to be a nurse.

So, am I in the hospital?

Yang Fan felt at ease, tried hard to open his eyes, and soon saw the appearance of Nurse Liu Juan standing by his bedside. A woman in her thirties with a professional smile on her face.

The other one stood beside Liu Juan, a little younger, only about twenty years old, young and lively, holding a glass of clear water in his hand, looking at him curiously.

"Aren't I dead? How could I be in the hospital? Who sent me?"

Yang Fan opened his lips, which were already a little chapped, and asked the two nurses in front of him with Xu Sheng.

He remembered very clearly that his body had been completely destroyed outside Xichu City, and his soul was also greatly impacted by the self-destructive explosion in Xichu City.

His mind is still echoing the shouts and shouts of countless tribes before his death. Why did he not only have a physical body when he woke up again, but also in an extremely quiet and comfortable hospital ward?

Who saved him?

"Mr. Yang, you must have a nightmare. You just drank some more wine yesterday and were sent to the hospital by your landlord. After the gastric lavage treatment last night, your health is no longer injurious. You don't have to worry too much."

Liu Juan showed a gentle smile on her face and comforted her softly. Then she introduced to Yang Fan again: "Introduce yourself, I am your responsible nurse, my name is Liu Juan. The one next to me is an intern nurse from the Thirteenth Room, and her name is Zhang Shanshan."

"If you have any discomfort or don't know what you want to consult, you can tell us directly and we will do our best to help you solve it. If we can't solve it, we will help you contact your responsible physician, Director Chen."

Yang Fan's thoughts surged.

After drinking too much, the landlord sent him to the hospital for gastric lavage?

What a familiar plot, isn’t this his life before traveling through time?

Am I back?

Or are the previous experiences indeed a nightmare he had after getting drunk? Now that he has woken up and everything has returned to normal, is he still the depression patient with severe insomnia?

For a moment, Yang Fan couldn't tell what is true and what is false, what is dream, and what is reality.

"Humanity will eventually rise, and we will not be slaves!"

This oath that was once remembered by countless human races echoed in his mind again, and the blood in Yang Fan's heart couldn't help but boil again. If it was really a dream, then this dream would not be too real.

"Mr. Yang, your expression is a little wrong. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Seeing Yang Fan's face turned bloody and pale for a while, Liu Juan became a little fluctuating for a moment, and quickly asked, "Do you want to drink a sip of water first? You just woke up and must be thirsty, right?"

Zhang Shanshan took the opportunity to hand over the water cup in his hand. Yang Fan shook his head slightly, "I don't want to drink anything, I just want to be quiet now."

"Okay, then we won't bother you, you can rest first."

Liu Juan reached out to take the water cup and gently placed it on the medical cabinet at the head of the bed. Then she waved her hand to Zhang's shirt without any trace, signaling her to leave first. At this time, Yang Fan's mood was obviously a little unstable, so they should not stimulate him too much.

After all, this is a patient with moderate depression, and it is best to follow him first in everything.

"Mr. Yang, Xiao Zhang and I are in the living room outside. If you have any needs, you can call us directly or press the caller at the head of the bed. We will come to help you as soon as possible."

After saying that, Liu Juan also gently exited the ward and closed the door gently.

"Sister Liu, why are you coming out too? Can you leave him alone in the ward? I see that his condition is a bit wrong. Could it be that his depression is caused?"

As soon as Liu Juan came out, Zhang Shanshan came over and chattered constantly.

Liu Juan shook her head slightly and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I have been a nurse for more than ten years, and I still have this little vision and experience."

"Although Mr. Yang was in a bad mood, he had no ambition to die in his eyes. I even felt that his will to live was much stronger than that of normal people. Such a person would never commit suicide."

"Yes, yes!" Zhang Shanshan suddenly said: "I feel this way too. The moment I saw him open his eyes just now, I saw the infinite desire and attachment to the world in his eyes. That feeling was as if he had died once, so strange."

"Haha, okay, don't talk nonsense here." Liu Juan raised her hand and patted Zhang Shanshan's head gently, saying, "Doctor Chen prescribed him a hangover injection yesterday, saying that he would go to the injection when he wakes up. You should go to the pharmacy to get the injection, and I'll give him an injection later."

"Yeah!"

Zhang Shanshan nodded happily, raised his foot and left the door.

Ten minutes later, Liu Juan knocked on Yang Fan's door with the syringe prepared with the injection. After receiving Yang Fan's approval, she slowly pushed the door and entered.

"Mr. Yang, this is the ulcer injection that Dr. Chen prescribed for you. After injection, you will recover faster. You can endure it and it will be fine soon."

While speaking, Liu Juan skillfully picked up the alcohol cotton and wiped Yang Fan's upper arm, then took the needle and accurately inserted the needle into Yang Fan's butt.

"Hiss!"

Yang Fan took a light breath, it hurt.

"You see nurses getting injections, their basic medical skills have improved, and their medical skills are proficient +1."

"Your body is injected with unknown drugs, and the toxin resistance is improved, and the poison resistance is +1."
Chapter completed!