Grandma's words worked, and I was left in the four-person ward of this hospital.

Grandma is my dear grandma. My father and grandpa have long died, but grandma is still alive this year.

My mother has been an orphan since she was a child, so the relationship between her mother and grandma is considered extraordinary.

They are my last relatives, I really hope they can know my true situation now.

After staying with my grandmother for more than an hour, my mother left because she answered a few calls.

Less than an hour after my mother walked, the full-time nursing staff hired by her mother Hi-Tech came.

I started wiping my body, and it seemed to be my first shower since the car accident.

I could hear nurses commenting on me, saying how the pretty young people became like this.

I could hear that the nurse was a middle-aged woman, and she seemed to have a great time chatting with the young lady watching Korean dramas next door.

I also learned from the chat that my caregiver is named Hongmei, which is really a very old-fashioned name.

Because I can't move, I only have hearing and smell.

I began to pay attention to everything that was happening around me, and of course I should still be conscious.

In summer, I could feel mosquitoes in the ward, thinking that mosquitoes were sucking my blood and making me itchy.

But I can't move, so I understand that I also have touch.

The room should be full, and there are two old grandfathers on the opposite bed. I know that it is because they play chess after meal time, commonly known as killing two games. Of course, I can hear that one of them seems to be unable to sit for a long time, so I often lie down and ask the family to help play chess. The relationship between the two old grandfathers seems to be good, but if they are at a good level, the moving old grandfather wins more. Although I can't see the chess face, there are finally a voice in my ear, which makes me feel better. The one who is lying on the bed is cancer, and it seems that he has had chemotherapy several times. The moving old grandfather seems to have lung disease and can often hear him coughing.

As for the bed next to me, it seems that I am a young lady who loves snacks. I can't see her appearance, but I can tell that she loves watching Korean dramas very much. His husband seems to have seen her several times, and his husband seems to be the sales manager of a company. Anyway, he sounds very busy, and the young lady seems to have entered the hospital because of a car accident.

A few days later, I found that the two old grandpas and young ladies seemed to like this Hongmei very much because Hongmei always gave them the condolences sent by my company and mother. I was not unhappy because I couldn't eat the fruits and food even if I left them.

At first, my mother came very frequently and almost every day.

Because of my mother's request, Hongmei began to tell the story books she brought to me.

I can understand that those are stories I heard when I was a child. It should be that the doctor told my mother how to wake up the patient.

My mother thought of using this fairy tale she had told before to stimulate me. I could hear it clearly, but I just couldn't get up.

Sometimes Hongmei would give me a massage, and of course he would give me a massage to the old man opposite him.

I could hear Hongmei say that the person she cared for this time was so relaxed. She was a very picky old man after taking care of her last patient for half a year.

This hand massage technique was also learned from patients before. It was really comfortable to press but I couldn't express it at all.

Of course, Hongmei’s so-called twenty-four-hour custody is just sleeping in the hospital. She is on call, and I can’t even speak. I can only let Hongmei work as an hourly worker according to time, and I can’t see Hongmei people during the day and at night.

Days passed day by day, and a week later, my mother started to come every two days.

One of the two old men was discharged from the hospital and moved in that day with severe asthma. The other old man was lonely and began to teach the new child to play chess.

The remaining old man is the one who cannot sit for a long time, and the new child cannot speak or be angry for a long time because of his asthma.

So the old man and the children didn't chat and teach chess much, and there were only Korean dramas left in my ears.

Don’t say that Koreans speak really hard, especially when they don’t know what they say for a long time but keep talking.

Of course, sometimes I hear children's parents telling them to breathe. I don't know what it looks like for asthma patients.

But children's parents always say that if they feel uncomfortable, remember to calm down, then exhale, inhale, exhale, and inhale.

When I was bored, I also followed my children's parents to do this. I don't know whether it could cure asthma. But my temper was really much less, and I felt that I suddenly became a Buddha.

It was daytime, and the young lady was still watching Korean dramas.

I was so confused that I only felt that it was a white noise, and I fell asleep soon.

I had the strangest dream of my life, and in the dream I seemed to have been active again.

I can walk on the street, but the road is not real.

Because the traffic here really has no rules, it just looks like a lively road on the surface.

And this place is very strange, the street seems to be just an area.

Because I tried to walk through the streets, I found myself blocked by an invisible wall.

It was clearly the road, but there was no driver in the car driving on the road.

I tried to open a car that had already stopped, but I realized that I couldn't break the handle of the car at all.

I began to wonder where I appeared, and knew that I found a cafe at the intersection not far away.

It was really crowded there, so I tried to walk towards the abortion.

When I got closer, I found that these guys surrounded the cafe were all handsome faces.

From the passenger sitting by the side drinking tea, to the waiter serving coffee.

Everyone seemed to be talking, but they were speaking Chinese that they couldn't understand at all.

They repeated the sentences, but none of them matched them.

One said you had eaten? The other party was very happy when he replied today.

I tried to say hello to them, but found that their faces were all fake.

Either the eyes and face are not overly over, or there are no nostrils at all. Or there is no mouth, or even the outline of the ears is the same plane.

At the beginning of the period, I was shocked, and it felt like I was in a dream.

But obviously this is a nightmare, and of course there are also beautiful things in the nightmare.

A man and a woman sat around the corner, but their conversation was normal.

If you look closely at the face details of men and women, it is more accurate, and the men are so handsome while the women are extremely ordinary.

Compared to them, everything around them is like a nightmare.

Or if I was in a dream, then it might be that the dominant dream was not me but them.

I'm sure it's the first time I've seen women, plus the facial looks of these men.

I don’t know why I felt that I had dreams of others.

And this dream of someone else is not someone else, but the young lady next to me who loves to watch Korean dramas.
Chapter completed!