v2 Chapter 85： Reality and fantasy

Early in the morning, Chen woke up from his sleep.

He looked at the ceiling, rubbed his eyes, and soon realized that something was wrong.

It's not something wrong, but too wrong! What the **** is this place?

Chen sat up and looked around. An instrument was placed somewhere in the house, and it made a beeping sound, just in time with his heartbeat rhythm.

He tried to move his right arm, but a sting made him give up. He looked down and saw that an intravenous syringe was pulling the skin of his forearm. His pulse accelerated, and the instrument also accelerated, making more and more rapid beeps.

who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

After the big stunned, Chen felt throbbing in the back of his head, the kind of sharp pain.

He carefully raised his left arm without intravenous injection, and gently touched his scalp with his hand, trying to find the location of the headache. Under a bunch of knotted hair, he felt a hard scar. About a dozen stitches had been sewn, and the wound had **** scabs.

He closed his eyes and racked his brains to remember what had happened.

The last scene in the memory was that he was about to kill Mount Uchiha, but the other party said something, and then he fell into a coma.

"Calm down!" Chen muttered to himself, covering his head.

Judging from the layout of the house, it can be basically concluded that this is a hospital.

After thinking for a moment, he thought of three possibilities.

First, after he passed out, he was rescued back to Konoha Hospital by Shinsuke who came later.

But judging from the equipment and layout of this ward, it is not like Konoha, but more like some big hospitals in the previous life.

Second, he fell into Uchiha's pupil technique.

But this possibility shouldn't be high, because he didn't look at those eyes at all.

But then again, who can talk about the pupil technique of kaleidoscope writing round eyes? You don't need to look at each other to start, and it's not that there is no such pupil technique.

Third, after he passed out, he was stabbed to death by Mount Uchiha Kunai, and then crossed again.

There is no TV here, if there is one, maybe Chen just turned on the TV and saw a moustache in a suit opening a press conference and saying: "I am Iron Man!"

In short, what Chen fears most is the third situation. He doesn't want to wear it again because he has too many things that he can't give up.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a surgical gown hurried over. He should have received Chen's heart monitor overspeed alarm.

His hair is a bit greasy, he has a thick beard on his chin, and his eyes reflect concern through thick lenses.

"Oh, you actually woke up? God, it's a miracle." The man rubbed his hands excitedly, and then explained apologetically: "Sorry, I'm a little excited. My name is Liu Tao. You can Call me Doctor Liu."

"What happened to me? Where is this?"

"You were taken to the hospital in a car accident."

Car accident? Sure enough, he was no longer in the Ninja world.

While Chen was still thinking, Liu Tao took out a piece of paper and sat down next to the bed.

"Well, let's not talk about this. I didn't find anything to prove your identity on you. Let's fill out your medical record form."

As he said, he immediately changed to a serious tone and asked, "What is your name?"

Chen thought for a while, then shook his head.

He doesn't know what the situation is now, and he doesn't know whether he is wearing a soul or something else. As an old driver with travel experience, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he still pretends to have amnesia.

Liu Tao checked Chen's eyes with his pen-shaped flashlight: "Occupation?"

Still shaking his head.

"Where do you feel the pain?"

"Headache." Chen replied, and the dazzling light from the flashlight made the headache worse.

After a few seconds, Liu Tao finally received the flashlight in his pocket, and then grabbed Chen's wrist to check his pulse.

"What day is it today?"

Still shook his head.

After asking a few more questions, Liu Tao stopped recording and stood up and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, the initial diagnosis, you just have mild amnesia.

Don't move, don't get excited, lie down and rest, you will get better and your memory will slowly recover. "

With that, he told the nurse beside him to come over with a syringe. He took the syringe and pushed the medicine into Chen's intravenous syringe.

"It's just a mild sedative to calm you down," he explained, "it also relieves pain."

After the injection, Liu Tao stood up and prepared to leave: "Take a nap, and if you need anything, press the button next to the bed."

He turned off the light and left the ward with the nurse.

Chen lay in the darkness, feeling the effect of the medicine almost sweeping over his body in that instant, dragging him to sleep.

He desperately resisted this feeling, forcing himself to open his eyes in the dark ward. He tried to sit up, but his body was like solidified cement, unable to move.

He turned around and found himself facing the window again. As the lights were turned off in the ward, his shadow on the dark glass had disappeared, and the front of a towering building occupied the core of his vision.

Chen sat up straight, with a headache as if he was about to split. He suppressed the heart-piercing pain and stared at the tower in front of him As a person who had lived in the capital for twenty years, he was familiar with the landmarks here. .

Chen's head twitched with pain. At this moment, he was sitting upright, pressing his finger on the call button beside the hospital bed. Although he was injected with a tranquilizer, his heartbeat was still fast.

Liu Tao hurried back, panting and asked: "Are you okay?"

Chen shook his head and asked, "I'm in... the magic city?"

"Very well," Liu Tao nodded, "Your memory is beginning to recover."

"No." Chen pointed to the magnificent building that stood tall in the distance outside the window, "I recognize it as the Oriental Pearl Tower."

Liu Tao turned on the light again, and the skyline outside the window faded. He approached the hospital bed and said calmly: "Don't worry, you just have mild amnesia. According to my diagnosis, your condition is a retrograde amnesia. It is quite common in traumatic brain injury, but there is no permanent damage to the brain."

Seeing that the patient on the bed was still frowning, Liu Tao continued to comfort him: "Don't worry about the medical expenses. The driver who hits you will pay for it."

God tm medical expenses, who is worried about this!

"How many years is today, what date?"

"You should rest, I think--"

"How many years is today?!" Chen asked again, and the sound of the heart monitor became more rapid.

"Okay, relax and breathe," Liu Tao hesitated and exchanged glances with the nurse beside him before whispering:

"I will tell you now, but don't be too excited. It is March 28, 2019. You have been in a coma for almost a year..."

"..."

Chen already understood where he was. He didn't travel through, but returned to the original world.

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