Chapter 1100 I Want to Leave Here

The sound of gunshots, people's calls, quarrels, confessions, cries, singing, musical instruments, conversations of doctors and nurses, and noises of various medical equipment, ambulances, whistling of planes... …

All of these and the countless colorful fragments of the apocalypse gradually turned into a little bit of ashes until they disappeared.

Song Ya felt like a dying person drowning in the mud. Suddenly, his body was pushed out of the water by a PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder)-style anger against the 3DFX liar trio. He sat on the bed and took a deep breath , enjoy the clean ears that seem to have been absent for a century, and the feeling of being alive.

"Mike..." He habitually called Old Mike.

"ah!"

In the dark room, the sound of the TV and the flickering light made his ears and eyes ache, and his whole body ached. The moment he sat up just now, the skin around his waist seemed to be torn apart, and then, he felt an unprecedented sense of hunger It hit his heart, and quickly overwhelmed all other feelings, becoming his only desire at this stage.

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

'Boom! ’ The door of the ward was pushed open, and the sound of this magnitude made him roll his eyes, and almost fainted again.

"APLUS!?" A strange accent sounded in my ear.

"M-FXXK...be quiet," he replied with a groan.

"Mike! Mike!"

It was the South African bodyguard guarding the door outside. He heard the scolding voice in Chinese from the room, "APLUS is awake!" He rushed to the bedside to confirm and immediately shook Old Mike up in great surprise, "Doctor! Nurse! Is anyone there!?" Rush out the door and call for help.

"child……"

Old Mike thought he was dreaming, sat up and gave himself a mouthful, then took off his earplugs and rushed to the hospital bed. He saw the boy weakly covering his eyes with the back of his hands, his hands were trembling, and the sound of people enduring pain came out of his throat. Unconsciously humming.

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

"Useless old man." The boy blamed.

"..."

Old Mike's face turned black, and he was dressed for five months...

Forget it, don't be as knowledgeable as a patient, he restrained his temper to beat the kid unconscious again, and asked softly: "How do you feel?"

"I'm hungry……"

"I don't know if you can eat now..."

"I'm hungry……"

"Ask the doctor."

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

"I know, I know...I know you can really feel everything outside."

Old Mike misunderstood that he was referring to Goodman and the others, and answered with sobs.

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

"Aw!"

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

"Unbelievable, unbelievable..." the black intern muttered to himself while checking various physical indicators, "it's unbelievable!"

"What's wrong?" Asked the old Mike who was sighing and taking out his mobile phone to dial out.

"After five months of deep coma, I woke up spontaneously, like... like just sleeping." The black intern replied.

"Not... a few months?" Song Ya was taken aback.

"Wow, hearing and thinking responses are pretty normal."

"How many months?"

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

"I don't rest, I'm going to fire the three of them...now." Song Ya said.

The black intern thought he was talking about himself and two other interns, and his hands moved slowly.

"I'm hungry……"

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

"I want to eat……"

"I'll call Dr. House." The black intern instructed the nurse and rushed out the door.

"Dr. House……"

Some auditory and apocalyptic fragments in Song Ya's mind were combined and arranged in an instant, and a disgusting white voice sounded in his mind, saying medical terms such as 'atropine, adrenaline', as well as deafening guitar sounds, and... The complete apocalypse of a super-long TV series?

"ah!"

He really didn't want to faint again this time, he yelled again, and his body suddenly began to convulse because of fighting against the dizziness.

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

"I don't get injections..." Another injection of sedative or muscle relaxant while speaking? I no longer know.

"I'm fine, I'm getting out of here, Mike."

He quickly became weak all over, paralyzed on the bed and begged Old Mike, "Take me out of here..."

"You can't go anywhere, until I find out what's causing you." Dr. House appeared at the door with a cane.

"Uh uh..."

For some reason, he was a little afraid of the voice, and subconsciously curled up as much as possible, "Mike, ask Goodman to prepare the discharge documents." He ordered.

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

"Goodman and the others have made hundreds of millions of dollars..."

'Goodman! You're stealing Alex's money! '

‘Goodman you will regret it! '

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

He seemed to understand and didn't understand, but it didn't matter now, because Dr. House disappeared through the door, and when he returned after a while, he went straight to the bedside.

"What do you want!? House!"

The black intern suddenly grabbed House's hand, and the two started fighting for some unknown reason. During the struggle, something fell off House's hand, and Old Mike picked it up. It was a small syringe.

"He's not going anywhere until I find out what's causing it!" House yelled.

"Are you crazy!?" demanded the black trainee, quickly overpowering his crippled boss.

"Let me figure it out, let me see what's going on in his mind..." Dr. House said, "Wait until after the craniotomy..."

"Ugh!" Song Ya became even more frightened and retched.

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

How could it be possible to agree to the craniotomy now? After the old Mike reacted, he ordered the South African bodyguard, "I will call the dean, and Ms. Kelly."

"Mimi?"

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

It took some time for Mariah Carey to arrive in New Jersey. Ms. Sloan and Yeremov, who lived in a nearby hotel and waited for the results of the craniotomy, appeared outside the ward within half an hour.

"Uh-huh."

Song Ya's back has been raised, and under the supervision of the female dean and other doctors, she is sweetly sucking the sour liquid mixed with vitamins and other nutrients.

"OMG..."

Seeing this scene, Sloan covered his mouth in surprise, his eyes were red again.

"Huh..." Song Ya spat out the straw and sighed contentedly, "Come in, you guys."

Sloan walked gently to the side of the bed. She didn't know where to start when she had to say a thousand words. She leaned over and hugged silently.

"Okay, okay, okay." After hugging for a long time, why his cheeks were still wet, "Crying? It's not like you, Sloan."

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

"Anyway, get me out first."

Combined with what he heard and saw just now and the memories, the crippled mad doctor is the person who threatens him the most at this stage, and Song Ya can't care about anything else.

"We still need to observe you for a while, and your body also needs to rest." The female head advised.

"Hmph, wait for the defendant!" It's nothing more than Tianqi revealed too many things. Now that he woke up, Song Ya didn't bother to stay in the hospital for even a second, and said that he was almost cut off.

"We cured you, at least we succeeded in getting you out of APLUS, which was in a coma for five months."

The court lawyer next to the female dean also said.

"Wait for the accused!"

"Please calm down, Mr. APLUS. Dr. House just has a bad personality. He has been working intensively for a month to cure you."

The billionaire's anger, the court lawyer thought of the CBS TV network that was still fighting a tough court battle with Cochrane, and glanced at the syringe that had been kept by Old Mike, his face was ashen.

"Mike, I'm missing a guitar, go find it."

Song Ya was too lazy to talk to the other party, "There are motorcycles, don't forget the motorcycles."

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