Chapter 1136 It Feels So Familiar, Who Are You?

Seeing that the alcoholic didn't respond, the nurse kept staring at the door, knowing that he might have an ear problem, so she increased the volume:

"Mu Han?"

Sure enough, when the drunkard heard it, he turned to look at her.

"The operation is about to take place, so prepare yourself."

The drunkard's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't make a sound. Instead, he looked at the door again and tightened his hand holding the phone.

The nurse also glanced at the door, then smiled and said, "Brother Tsing Yi said he will be back in a while, you don't have to worry."

When Tsing Yi left in a hurry, she said that she had something very important to do, but said she would be back soon.

The drunkard nodded, feeling more comforted in his heart.

"Then I'll ask how the preparations for the operation are going. Wait for me."

The nurse spoke loudly to the drunk.

After the drunkard nodded, she left.

In the huge special ward, there was only one alcoholic left.

A light, translucent white shadow appeared.

The young man looked sickly on the bed, skinny and skinny, like a drunkard who had changed into a different person, and his heart ached again.

This pain is so clear.

The boy couldn't help raising his hand to caress the position of his heart.

The bottom of the clear eyes was at a loss.

He is obviously just a wisp of soul, so how can he feel heartache?

It was the same when I first met him.

The boy looked at the alcoholic again, trying to find information about him from his blank memory.

But no.

Not at all.

The boy came to the bed and got closer to him.

Looking at the haggard alcoholic who couldn't even hold up the smallest hospital gown, his empty hand caressed his face almost uncontrollably.

His feeling was right, something really happened to him.

So sick.

He clearly remembered that he belonged to a doctor and had treated Jun Moyan and his sister, so how could he make himself like this.

The drunkard who had been staring at the door felt a chill on his face, and something seemed to touch him somewhere deep in his heart.

He didn't know what he felt, but he slowly raised a hand and slowly covered his cold face.

It overlapped with the boy's empty hand.

The boy was taken aback by the drunkard's actions, and a look of shock and strangeness flashed in his dark red eyes.

The heart felt very bloody again.

But this time it was not heartache, but heartache.

He looked at his hands with thin fingers, needle holes and bruises on the back, overlapping with his empty hands.

He seemed to feel his temperature, very warm and familiar.

who are you?

Who am I?

The alcoholic's eyes were also blank.

Why, why is there a particularly familiar feeling.

Is it an illusion?

The boy just stared at him blankly, and the drunkard also foolishly maintained this strange gesture, not knowing what he was thinking.

In about twenty minutes, two nurses came in pushing a surgical trolley.

The boy withdrew his hand when he saw someone coming in.

The familiar and cold feeling on his face was gone, and for some reason, the drunkard subconsciously tightened his hand caressing his face, as if he wanted to hold something.

there is none left.

That feeling was gone again.

It was as if something had been sucked out of my heart, and it was empty.

"Mu Han, we're getting ready for surgery," the nurse said.

"...Again, wait a little longer."

The alcoholic came back to his senses and frowned slightly. His originally pleasant and clear voice seemed to be filled with sandpaper, so rough that every sound he uttered seemed like a blunt drama, which made people feel uncomfortable in their throats.

"Mu Han...?"