The sound of gunshots, the calls, quarrels, outings, cries, songs, musical instruments, the chatter of doctors and nurses, the murmur of all kinds of medical equipment, the whistling of ambulances, the whistling of airplanes......

All of them, along with countless fragments of the apocalypse, gradually turned into bits of ash until they were gone.

Feeling like a dying person drowning in the mud, Song Ya's body was suddenly pushed to the surface by a wave of PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder)-style anger at the 3DFX hustler trio, and he sat on the bed, breathing heavily, enjoying what seemed like a century-old purity in his ears, and ...... The feeling of being alive.

"Mike ......," he habitually called Old Mike.

"Ahh

In the dark room, the sound of the television and the flickering light made his ears and eyes feel incomparably painful, and his whole body ached, and the moment he sat up just now seemed to tear all the skin around his waist, and then, an unprecedented hunger hit his heart, and soon overshadowed all other feelings, becoming his only desire at this stage.

"I'm hungry!" He screamed and lay back in pain, "Go get something to eat......

'Bang! The door of the ward was pushed open, and the sound of this magnitude shook him and he rolled his eyes, and almost fainted again.

“APLUS！？” An unfamiliar accent ringed in my ears.

“M-FXXK…… Whisper. He replied with a groan.

"Mike! Mike! ”

It was the South African bodyguard guarding the door outside, and he heard the Chinese scolding voice coming from the room, "APLUS is awake!" After jumping to the bedside to confirm, he immediately woke up Old Mac in surprise, "Doctor! Nurse! Anyone!? "Rush out the door and shout for help.

"Kid ......"

Old Mike thought he was dreaming, sat up and gave himself a mouthful, only to take off his earplugs and rush to the hospital bed, where he saw the boy weakly covering his eyes with the back of his hands, his hands trembling, and his throat emitting an unconscious grunt of pain as he endured it.

He had mixed feelings, and he burst into tears, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well......"

"Useless dead old man." The boy blamed.

“……”

Old Mike's face was dark, and he couldn't undress for five months......

Forget it, he didn't know like a patient, he suppressed his temper and simply beat this kid again, and asked gently, "How do you feel?" ”

"I'm hungry......"

"I don't know if you'll be able to eat now......"

"I'm hungry......"

"I've asked the doctor."

"I'm hungry...... I'm going to fire the three of them, I'm going to fire them...... Fired them......" Song Ya kept chattering.

"I know, I know...... I know you can really feel everything about the outside world. ”

Old Mike misunderstood him for Goodman's fingers, and choked up in reply.

"Please get out of the way...... black intern on night duty was called over by South African bodyguards.

"Whew!"

Song Ya felt the contact between his chest and the cold stethoscope, and the pain was piercing.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable...... "The black intern masked himself as he examined various physical indicators, "it's unbelievable!" ”

"What's wrong?" Old Mike, who was sighing and taking out his mobile phone and dialing out, asked.

"After five months in a deep coma, he woke up spontaneously, just like ...... It's like just getting some sleep. The black intern replied.

"It's not...... A few months? Song Ya was stunned.

"Wow, the auditory and mental responses are quite normal."

"A few months?"

"Five months, don't think too much, what you need most now is a good rest. Mr. APLUS. "Black intern comforts.

"I'm not resting, I'm going to fire the three of them...... Right now. Song Ya said.

The black intern thought he was talking about himself and the other two interns, and his hands were slow.

"I'm hungry......"

"I'm not sure if you can eat now."

"I'm going to eat ......"

"I'll call Dr. House." The black intern nurse gave the nurse a few words and rushed out the door.

"House...... Doctor ......"

Some fragments of auditory and apocalyptic fragments in Song Ya's mind instantly combined and arranged, and an obnoxious white voice sounded in his head, speaking medical terms like 'atropine, adrenaline,' and deafening guitar sounds, and...... A complete apocalypse for an extra-long TV series?

"Ahh

This time he really didn't want to faint again, he screamed again, and his body suddenly began to spasm from the feeling of vertigo.

Amid the screams of the nurses, the black intern rushed back.

"I don't give injections...... "Another tranquilizer or muscle relaxant" while speaking? I don't know.

"I'm not sick, I'm going to get out of here, Mike."

He quickly became weak, and collapsed on the bed begging Old Mike to "take me out of this ......"

"You can't go anywhere, until I find your cause." Dr. House appeared in the doorway with a cane.

"Uh-uh......"

I don't know why, he was a little frightened by this voice, and his body subconsciously curled up as much as possible, "Mike, let Goodman prepare the discharge papers." He commanded.

"Huh?" Old Mike had a question mark on his face.

'Goodman: They've taken hundreds of millions of dollars......

'Goodman! You're stealing Ali's money! ’

'Goodman, you'll regret it!' ’

A series of various auditory fragments related to Goodman began to assemble again, Sloane's voice, Tony's voice, and the voices of others.

He seemed to understand and didn't understand, but it didn't matter now, for Dr. House had disappeared in the doorway, and when he came back a little later, he went straight to the bedside.

"What do you want to do!? House! ”

The black intern suddenly grabbed House's hand, and the two of them got into an infighting for some reason, and during the scuffle, something fell off in House's hand, and Old Mac picked it up, and it was a small syringe.

"He can't go anywhere until I can't find the cause of it all!" House shouted.

"You're crazy!?" The black intern quickly subdued his lame boss and questioned.

"Let me figure it all out, let me see ......what's going on in his head," Dr. House said, "and wait until after the craniotomy to ......."

"Gross!" Song Ya was even more scared and retched.

"Don't let him get close to APLUS."

How could it be possible to agree to a craniotomy now, Old Michael reacted and ordered the South African bodyguards, "Wait until I call the dean, and Ms. Kelly." ”

“Mimi？”

The fragments in Song Ya's mind continued to rehearse the combination, "Eat, eat, eat, know to eat!" ”

Mariah Carey needed some time to get to New Jersey, and Ms. Sloan and Yeremov, who had stayed at a nearby hotel and waited for the results of the craniotomy to come before leaving, appeared outside the hospital room for half an hour.

"Uh-huh."

Song Ya was already raised behind her back, sweetly inhaling a sour liquid mixed with vitamins and other nutrients under the supervision of the female dean and other doctors.

“OMG……”

When Sloan saw this, he covered his mouth in surprise, and his eyes turned red again.

"Whew......" Song Ya spit out the straw and sighed contentedly, "Come in, you guys." ”

Sloane walked softly to the bed, and for a moment she didn't know where to start, she leaned over and embraced silently.

"Alright, alright, alright." I hugged it for a long time, why was my cheeks still wet, "Crying?" It's not like you, Sloane. ”

"You don't even know how we've been here for five months......" Sloan said, wiping away tears.

"Anyway, get me out first."

Combined with what I heard and saw just now, and memories, that lame mad doctor is the person who poses the greatest threat to him at this stage, and Song Ya can't care about anything else.

"We need to watch you for a while, and your body needs to recuperate." The dean of women persuaded.

"Hmph, you guys wait for the defendant!" It's just that there are too many things in the apocalypse, and since he woke up, Song Ya didn't bother to stay in the hospital for even a second longer, and almost got a craniotomy to say.

"We cured you, at least we managed to get you out of a five-month coma APLUS."

The lawyer of the hospital next to the female dean also said.

"Waiting for the accused!"

"PLEASE CALM DOWN MR. APLUS, DR. HOUSE JUST DOESN'T HAVE A GOOD PERSONALITY, AND HE'S BEEN WORKING HARD FOR A MONTH TO HEAL YOU."

The billionaire's anger, the court lawyer thought of the CBS television network, which was still fighting a tough court battle with Cochran, and glanced at the syringe that had been kept by Mike Sr., and his face was like ashes.

"Mike, missing a guitar, get it back."

Song Ya didn't bother to deal with the other party, "There are also motorcycles, don't forget motorcycles." ”