C133

No one came to see me

I couldn't figure out how I survived. When I woke up, I saw that everything was foreign to me. The things they said and the language they used were not the kind of things I knew. I instinctively wanted to leave this place.

"This, this is …?" I asked automatically, but only I could hear the voice. The throat was dry and raw, as if it had been burned.

Fortunately, my English is not bad, this sentence I can understand, I should be lucky.

The dryness in my throat could have killed me. I could not make any sounds, so I just nodded and listened to the Blondy doctors and nurses record the data on my equipment. Then I said something I didn't understand.

My body felt sick and weak, and my memory came back. I was still on the plane, but I fainted in the bathroom. Although my body didn't feel well, my mind was still clear. I couldn't imagine why I would suddenly do such a thing.

I don't have the strength to pull out what I have on me. I'm a bit worried, I've always been a little afraid of the hospital, the deepest part of my memory seems to be resisting this place, but in the end, I couldn't think of anything else.

A man wearing a blue surgical gown and a mask with only two eyeballs exposed walked into the ward. Could it be that I'm in an operating room right now?

Even though I felt weak, when I saw the clothes on the operating table, I couldn't help but tightly grab onto the bed sheets under me.

The man took off his mask and took off his hat, revealing his thick dark hair.

Looking at his face, I couldn't call him for a while.

"You've finally woken up and made me worry for days."

The fluency of Chinese gave me a sense of security, both Asian and compatriots of the same country.

He was worried about me, maybe because I should have scared him that day, too. I remember him, sitting next to me on the plane, and he was the first to rush in when I fell to the ground.

I don't remember the rest of it, but now that I see him in his doctor's uniform, it looks like I've met someone important.

"Water..." I looked at him and said one word in spite of myself.

He immediately understood what I meant, but smiled and said to me, "You can't drink anything right now. If you're thirsty, I'll ask the nurse to moisten your lips. Is that okay?"

His voice was much gentler than it had been on the plane, but it didn't sound like a gentleman's voice. It was just a doctor's care for a patient.

That was why I let my guard down and nodded.

The nurse moistened my lips, but the dryness in my throat didn't seem to have abated at all. It was hard to bear, but I had to listen to the doctor.

In fact, one of the reasons why I'm so rebellious and hate hospitals is because I don't want to hear what the doctors are saying, because there's always concern, sympathy, and compassion in their voices, as if they were giving you orders for your own good.

I have no one by my side now, I have no one to rely on abroad, and I seem to have to listen to his words.

After a while, he sat down beside me and changed into a clean white coat, which made him seem much quieter than the first time we met.

"How do you feel right now? This is the first time I've met a patient like you, so I can only bring you here." he explained.

I silently looked at him without saying anything, not knowing what to say. I was already in the hospital, so I didn't think too much about it.

At this moment, I could only wait for someone to come looking for me.

Since Shen Junyi can even arrange for me to go abroad, then there must be someone here to pick me up at the airport. If they can't find me, then they should actually look for me.

Maybe my hopes were too big, the speed at which Shen Junyi's people were looking for me wasn't as fast as I imagined. At least, after this doctor said that I had slept for three days, no one came to look for me in the hospital.

The hospital has the right to look through my stuff, identify me and contact my family, but since I don't have anything to prove myself, I don't have anyone here who knows me except for a passport to board the plane.

The doctor who saved me on the plane is called Guan Sheng, and currently, he just so happens to be my main doctor. Although he seems to be a pretty good person, I know that right now, he can only have sympathy for me.

The nurse came into my room and was about to change the medicine when he stopped his.

"She doesn't need these pills, she won't need them in the future. I'll talk to the director about it later."

Guan Sheng put down my bag, looked at me and said, "There is nothing wrong with your body, it is just a state of shock caused by excessive mental pressure. These medicines are all glucose, you have been in a coma and can't eat, so …"

I hadn't expected him to explain it to me, but if you think about it, he was a doctor, and I was a patient.

"Thank you." It was the only word I ever said to him, and it was the only thing I owed him.

Actually, I was still a bit embarrassed. I didn't want others to know my identity, and didn't want others to know that I was being treated here. The only reason Shen Junyi sent me abroad was to let me gain a new life.

My body recovered very quickly. It wasn't a big deal anyway, as long as I had a good rest.

The reason I came to this place was to study. Even if Shen Junyi's people did not come to pick me up, I knew where I was going.

I had enough money and time to change myself. Even if I could only survive in this strange environment, at least no one would know me.