Chapter 204 Pharmacist [33] This is my nightmare, not yours
No one answered the phone.
Mo Qing clicked "Cancel" on the phone screen, and the sound in the bedroom stopped abruptly.
After a moment's hesitation, Mo Qing walked straight to the master bedroom. When she stopped at the door, Mo Qing raised her hand to knock on the door, but there was a crack in the door and it wasn't closed tightly at all, so she pushed it open.
The room was pitch black, full of darkness.
There were no stars or moon outside, and a white gauze curtain fell in front of the window, swaying gently with the wind entering the window.
With Mo Qing's eyesight, after a few seconds, he could vaguely see the furnishings in the house.
She glanced at the figure lying on the bed.
Standing at the door, Mo Qing did not come near, but shouted from a distance: "Jiang Ke."
"..."
There was no sound from the bed, and the figure was motionless.
However, people are not comatose, asleep, or dead.
Mo Qing could hear his breathing, which was a little rapid and not smooth.
After waiting for three seconds, there was still no response. Mo Qing raised his hand and flicked the switch. With a "pop" sound, the imagined light did not come, and the room was still dark.
The lamp is broken.
Mo Qing strode towards the bed: "Squeak if you're not dead."
Still no sound.
Just as Mo Qing approached, the person on the bed took a slow breath and said in a hoarse voice: "Squeak."
"..."
Mo Qing choked.
Somehow, she suddenly wanted to smile, and the corners of her lips curved in the darkness, but she soon returned to normal.
As a doctor, although Mo Qing has not treated many patients in the past year, Mo Qing will definitely not ignore such a patient.
She first grabbed Jiang Ke's wrist and took his pulse.
In the past, when Jiang Ke had a headache, his pulse would not change, but this time, his pulse was disordered and irregular.
Putting down his hand, Mo Qing leaned down and lightly touched his forehead with the back of her hand, which was hot. The fingertips slid down along his brow bone and felt the scorching temperature.
There are also fine beads of sweat.
Mo Qing asked: "Where is the medicine?"
"..."
Jiang Ke was in unbearable pain and had a high fever. He was in a semi-conscious state and was unable to respond to Mo Qing.
Mo Qing had no choice but to use the light of his mobile phone to rummage through the bedroom.
Finally, Mo Qing found a familiar pill bottle on the bedside table on the other side, but there was no pill inside.
"..."
This wasteful thing.
Mo Qing threw the medicine bottle back into the drawer.
After pausing for two seconds, Mo Qing glanced at Jiang Ke who was unconscious on the bed. He breathed a sigh of relief, took out the set of acupuncture needles, and cut his fingers with skillful movements...
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The river is like falling into a fiery prison.
It's like being grilled over charcoal fire, a torment like never before.
However, such a clear and profound feeling does not only come from the body.
He opened his eyes and found himself standing in a wilderness. He saw corpses strewn across the field and rivers of blood. In front of him lay a man who had been killed by the bombing, with intestines flowing out of his abdomen. The man next to him only had his upper body left.
The sole of his foot fell two meters away...
Not a single living person.
He felt heartbroken, but also at a loss.
It shouldn't be like this.
No one deserves to die like this.
They should have been working at home, plowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, marrying wives and having children; they should have been educated and literate, and when they grew up, they would have become the pillars of the country; they should have lived a long and ordinary life, instead of being buried in the wild...
However, when the country is ruined and the family is destroyed, and the world is unfair, someone should make such a sacrifice.
Countless contradictory thoughts were running through his mind, and he was walking like a zombie in this wilderness - an endless wilderness piled up with corpses.
After walking for a long time, the surrounding area suddenly turned into white.
No more wilderness, no more corpses, no more flames of war.
A figure appeared in front of him, wearing a uniform, young and handsome, and looked exactly like him.
The man raised his hand and pointed, and in the distance was the tragic wilderness again.
"This is my nightmare."
"It doesn't belong to you."
He said so.
As a result, Jiang Ke saw the tragic post-war scenes disappear, and farmers plowing in the spring and harvesting crops in the autumn appeared in the wilderness. Then he saw tall buildings rising from the ground, and cities with bright lights and green lights...
