"Oh, damn it, it's a hell! Can you hear it? Yellow-skinned monkey!"

Lang Hui closed his eyes and had a split headache. The feeling was exactly the same as his first time riding a roller coaster, which made him miss the beautiful era where he could play in the sun.

"But, this seems to be Hank's voice, right? Well? He actually dares to call me a yellow monkey?" Lang Hui wanted to move, but he had no sense of consciousness, as if he had no body at all.

Before Lang Hui could react, a feeling of weightlessness suddenly came, followed by a sensation of impact of landing, and then a slight sense of consciousness seemed to have a feeling of consciousness in his body.

The numb feeling was like a little ant, crawling all over his body, making him unable to help but want to moan. However, the next moment, a biting pain spread throughout his body, making him swallow all the moans that he had not yet made, and could only grit his teeth.

"Hank, stop, are you crazy?"

Lang Hui, who was enduring the inhuman pain, suffocated. The voice was clearly Mary. How could he hear it wrong for a woman who has lived with him for so many years? But her voice seemed a little...innocent?

What is going on? Are they all dead? Is this the kingdom of heaven? Or hell? But people are dead, why is it still so painful?

"Also! Hank actually called me a yellow monkey again. When I get up, I will beat him up." Then he laughed in his heart. If he could see them again, it would be great.

"This is not my fault, it is him suddenly appearing. It is completely his own fault and has nothing to do with me! Yes, it has nothing to do with me." Before he finished speaking, he heard heavy footsteps from near to far, and Hank left?

But at this moment, Lang Hui found that although he felt that he had returned, his body was still moving, just like a toy with a battery removed.

"Hey, are you okay? Chinese boy!" This was Mary's voice, but what Lang Hui wondered was why she called herself that way, knowing that this was what she called him when they first met.

"Kubi, come and help me, turn him over? One, two, three..."

Lang Hui felt that he was being turned, which was much more comfortable than before, but when he tried to open his eyes, he still failed.

"Kubi, why is this name so familiar?"

Lang Hui felt a little hand touching something back and forth on his body, but he heard Mary say, "Fortunately, his breathing is normal and he doesn't seem to hurt his bones, but we'd better call an ambulance."

Lang Hui was full of questions, but he was unable to speak. He was furious and dizzy, and he lost consciousness again.

When Lang Hui sensed his existence again, he didn't know how long it had passed. The perception spread like a tide, and the numbness on his body was like the biting of countless small insects, which made him unable to help but moan.

He opened his eyes suddenly and Lang Hui was stunned. Seeing the light again was like a miracle for him.

The eyes were blurry, as if they hadn't seen the light for too long. The light was a little dazzling, and Lang Hui had to narrow his eyes into a slit.

The ceiling, lighting, and a unique smell of the hospital, as well as a faint fragrance on the quilt.

"Didi" is a unique sound made by the life indicator instrument.

The white walls, transparent doors and windows, and the city light projected from outside the window should be large-scale simulated light emitting equipment, making the city look less dim.

A slightly noisy sound suddenly rushed into my ears, and then was locked outside the door with a sound of closing the door.

A nurse who couldn't see clearly came over. She stretched out her fingers to spread her eyelids, slapped her eyes with a very bright flashlight, and asked in an accent of unknown where she was: "You're awake, can you see clearly how many fingers are there?"

Lang Hui tried hard to open his eyes and see carefully, but it was just a few fingers.

"Do you remember what happened?" the nurse asked casually withdrew her finger.

Lang Hui opened his mouth to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be like a saline-alkali land that had been drought for several years, as if it was about to crack, but he couldn't say a word.

"It seems that you have recovered well, but you still need to rest well. By the way, your family is here and you will be able to see them soon." The nurse said a few casually, copied the data on the life indicator instrument beside her, and then turned around and left.

When the door closed again, Lang Hui also closed his eyes. His condition was very poor. As the nurse said, he needed to rest.

Although his eyes were closed, his heart was thinking quickly, where he was and how all this happened. In the last memory clip, he broke the last piece of magnetic European stone fragment in Atlas, and watched everything around him be destroyed by the raging energy flow in an instant. He didn't even know whether his mission had been completed, how is the earth now? Is Mary and the others safe!

However, even if he wanted to break his head, he could not get any answers. He could only wait, and wait for when he could walk around and find the answers himself.

Perhaps the injury was really bad, and in a daze, Lang Hui fell asleep again. When he woke up again, he opened his eyes and could see the flashing neon lights outside the window and the closed door in the darkness.

After moving his body for a while, Lang Hui found that he had recovered well and could move all parts of his body, but he was not so flexible, and was accompanied by a little bit of soreness and softness.

I sat up with all my strength, moved my hands and feet, and suddenly I found that there seemed to be someone in the darkness of the room.

"Who?" Lang Hui turned over and got out of bed quickly, looked for cover, and then touched his gun. However, all this was the scheduled action in his mind and did not happen. When he wanted to turn over and get out of bed, his hands could not support his body at all. His arms softened and he fell down. As a result, half of his body was hung on the bed, and the other half was hanging in the air. This posture was really embarrassing.

"Young Master!" exclaimed, and then Lang Hui felt that he was being picked up and returned to the hospital bed.

"You, who are you?" Lang Hui felt that the other party had no malicious intentions towards him, but he automatically ignored the word "Young Master".

The lights were on, and the dazzling light made Lang Hui unable to help but close his eyes again.

After his eyes gradually adapted to the light in the room, Lang Hui opened his eyes.

What appeared in front of me was a young Asian man wearing a black suit and staring at him with a burning look on his face.

"You are..." Lang Hui suddenly shook his mind, memories surged like a tide, and this face was in his memory.

"It's you!"

"Young Master, you think of me. It's great. The doctor said that your concussion may cause a short period of memory loss. I'm also worried if you will remember me. Now, Master and the others are very worried..."

"Okay, you made me feel a headache. Let me be quiet for a while, okay?" Lang Hui couldn't help but rub his temples. He had a split headache now. Although he hadn't figured out what was going on, it seemed that there wouldn't be any danger for the time being. Since that's the case, what he should do most at the moment is to rest.

"Oh, oh, OK, Master, rest, I'll be waiting outside. If you have any questions, call me. You must have forgotten my name. My name is Tian Anping, a first-class deacon, the master said..."

"go out!"

"Bang!"

Lang Hui had a headache and thought of nothing. He just slept in bed. As for other things, he would talk about it when he woke up.

The next morning, Lang Hui was awakened by a noisy noise.

"Why don't you let me in? I just want to see how that Chinese boy is like!"

"Mary's voice?" Lang Hui opened his eyes and suddenly heard a stiff voice answered in unskilled English: "Young Master is resting, no one is allowed to go in."

"But I am his classmate, I sent him to the hospital. You are so rude."

The stiff voice was a little hesitant, but he still insisted: "No matter what, no one is allowed to go in now. If you have something to do, wait until the young master wakes up."

"Tian Anping, let her come in." Lang Hui's voice came from the ward, but it was spoken in English.

It was Tian Anping who blocked Mary outside the door. He heard Lang Hui's voice and looked happy on his face. Then he remembered something. He looked at the young and beautiful American girl with a bad look, and snorted from his nose, but never stopped her again.

Mary stood up straight without being outdone, slid past Tian Anping, and pushed the door open and walked into the ward.

"Hey, Chinese boy, are you okay?" Mary walked into the ward and greeted her with a smile on her face, but found that the Chinese boy opposite was looking at her in surprise, scanning her up and down, with her mouth open, looking very rude.

"Why do you think of me like this? Hello, you're very rude." Mary was a little displeased.

Lang Hui's mind was buzzing, and he didn't hear anything Mary said.

"how so?"

Lang Hui never expected that it was indeed Mary who appeared in front of him, but not Mary.

Fair skin, delicate facial features, and long blonde hair, are eye-catching, just like an angel emitting light all over her body. At this time, Lang Hui suddenly remembered an old saying: Life is just like the first meeting...

But... this image was clearly Mary when they first met, that is, Mary more than ten years ago. At this time, Mary was young, energetic, enthusiastic, and loved, and was the best age of a girl. She was like a sun, attracting everyone around her, including Lang Hui.

But all this makes no sense. I have lived with Mary for many years, and both sides have become part of each other and are inseparable. My understanding of each other is even greater than my understanding of myself.

Instinctively, Lang Hui felt uneasy, his face gradually became ugly, and his eyes were staring at the girl in front of him.

The girl was stunned for a moment and suddenly felt a sense of discomfort, as if she was staring at some terrifying beast. The feeling was so bad. She regretted why she wanted to come to see him, and it was not her who hit him.

But now is not the time to retreat, so I can only say with a stingy tongue: "Hi, hello, Chinese boy, my name is Mary, Mary Waterman, and you are a student of the same university, you can call me Mary."

Lang Hui was not shaken by the girl's words. Although she said Mary's full name, this Mary was still not the lover he was familiar with. Lang Hui thought so in his heart. In fact, he might just be afraid. Yes, fear. If the Mary in front of him was real, then where is the Mary who had been in love for ten years?

Seeing that Lang Hui was unmoved, Mary regretted even more. She just wanted to deal with it casually and left here.

"The one who hit you that day was Hank Lambert. You and I were students from the same school as you and I, but he didn't mean it that day. I apologize to you for him and ask you not to accuse him because he has not obtained a driver's license. If you accuse him, he will be punished by the school. It may even be removed from the school team. That is too cruel to him. I hope you can forgive him." Mary calmed down and said quietly.

Lang Hui raised his eyebrows. Mary was too young and had no social experience at all. She revealed her trump card to the other party at the beginning. How can she negotiate like this? However, her frankness also won his recognition, which is Mary he is familiar with.

But all this came too suddenly, and he had no idea what to do.

Lang Hui couldn't find fault with his appearance, temperament, and every word or action. It was like Mary ten years ago, but how could this be possible?

He still clearly remembered that the first time they met was in such a ward!
Chapter completed!