One Thousand and Sixty-One Under Control

"I'm so thirsty...so thirsty..." In the dark, he felt as if he was walking alone in the desert, and there was nothing to drink around him.

He was struggling like this, and the air around him had a skin-burning temperature. He walked in such an environment, in the boundless heat, without any hope in sight.

However, when he was most desperate, he seemed to see a river not far in front of him.

Almost subconsciously, he exhausted all his strength and ran towards the river that could save his life, running desperately.

His feet sank into the hot yellow sand, and his body seemed to be drying out in the sun. But he still has a breath, he doesn't want to just die in the sea of ​​despair.

What makes people desperate is that when he felt that he had run to the edge of the river, he was still in the yellow sand, but the river had disappeared.

The river that is almost in front of you is swallowed by the boundless sea of ​​sand. The only hope is like the moon in the water, which is close in front of you but far away in the sky.

"Ah! Ah!" Pulling his dry lips, he knelt down in the yellow sand and let out a hoarse cry of pain.

The vocal cords, which had no moisture, shattered amidst the shouts, and the pain stimulated the man, preventing the poor man from fainting.

In the end, death seemed to triumph over all. The man fell down, threw himself into the yellow sand, and was gradually swallowed by the gravel.

Suddenly, everything in front of me seemed to disappear, and a darkness struck, engulfing everything.

However, the long-lost coolness saved his body in this way. It was a kind of relief, a beautiful feeling that surpassed fear and death.

In the boundless darkness, a light flooded in, and the man unconsciously narrowed his eyes, adapting to the light in front of him.

He heard a voice in his ear, an excited, hopeful voice that he had never heard before, "He's awake! Doctor! He's awake!"

"I'm so thirsty...so thirsty..." With lips full of dead skin wriggling, the man lying on the white hospital bed finally got used to the light his eyes saw.

He muttered softly, wanting some water to moisten his throat that had stopped working for many days.

He just opened his eyes,

He saw a bottle of transparent liquid hanging upside down on the iron shelf beside the bed. Bubbles one after another are slowly rising in the liquid, and finally break on the surface of the liquid and mix into the air at the bottom of the bottle.

He looked down the transparent tube at the mouth of the bottle, and saw something white stuck to the back of his hand.

Almost subconsciously, he wanted to twitch his arm, but found that his arm was fixed to the bed by a belt.

Before he could shout anything, the man who woke up was startled by the complicated machines beside his bed.

He saw a line on a strange device that kept beating, and there were some strange numbers beside it, all of which were strange things he couldn't understand.

These devices made him feel uneasy, he wanted to struggle, but he didn't have much strength, the terrible disease exhausted his strength, and now he was as weak as a corpse.

"Prepare some water for him, feed it carefully! Don't give too much." A man in a long white coat walked in, took out a slender light-emitting device, and shook it a few times in front of his eyes.

Lying on the bed, he felt relieved when he heard that the other party was going to give him some water. If the opponent wants to kill him, he can easily do it as long as he doesn't give him water.

"Has the temperature been taken?" Standing beside his bed, the man in the long white coat asked the woman in the long coat who had been guarding his bed.

"Tested! It has dropped to 379 degrees!" The woman said professionally, "I added vitamins three hours ago..."

"What does knowing this patient mean to us?" The male doctor asked solemnly.

This patient is very important to both of them, or to the whole southern region.

Hearing the male doctor's question, the female nurse still nodded and replied, "I understand! Doctor! So I'm sure that his temperature has begun to drop. Although his body is a little weak, there is nothing serious about it."

"Here, where is it?" The weak patient asked in his weak voice on the bed. He saw that he was wearing a clean nightgown, and the dirty old clothes had long since disappeared.

Lying in such a clean room made him, a homeless man, uncomfortable all over. He was flustered because he didn't know why on earth he was lying here.

According to his memory, before he passed out, he was already very weak. He coughed and trembled all over, just like those who died of the plague.

To be reasonable, he should be dead now. No one can wake up after being sick and fainted, and he has no hope.

But what disturbed him was that he woke up and was still lying in a place so incompatible with his identity.

Hearing the patient's question on the bed, the male doctor looked down. He looked at the homeless man lying on the bed, and replied softly, "You are now at Shakeburn No. 1 National Hospital."

"I, I fainted before..." The homeless man reaffirmed that he didn't come here on purpose to make trouble.

But the male doctor obviously didn't understand what he meant, "Yes, when I found you, you were in a small village on the outskirts of Shakeburn, and you were transferred here. When you came, you were diagnosed with plague infection, and it was severely patient."

"I... I didn't die?" The tramp sighed with embarrassment and gratitude.

The female nurse took over the conversation and said comfortingly, "You are very lucky! After being injected with the special medicine, you were in a coma for three days, but you survived in the end."

"...I, I don't have money... I don't have money to pay for medical expenses." The man spoke with difficulty, expressing his predicament.

"It doesn't matter! As the last recorded source of plague infection in the southern region, your recovery expenses will be exempted." The male doctor waved his hand generously. Anyway, he was not the one who paid for the reimbursement of medical expenses.

"The last...the last one?" the tramp repeated in disbelief.

"That's right! After you were discharged from the hospital, the plague in the southern region was basically eradicated! We have brought the plague under control..." The male doctor nodded proudly and said, "The disaster is over! It's over!"——

Talk about something:

Long Ling owed a lot of updates and didn't make up for it. After all, he had a lot of health problems over the past year, and he became a lot lazy. But everyone will still encourage Long Ling, and Long Ling will keep it in mind, thank you very much, thank you.

Wait for Long Ling to make up the changes slowly, and when he has made up enough, he will shamelessly ask for a monthly ticket... Well, there will be such a day.

Happy Tanabata everyone...