Time passed by minute by second, and the click of the clock sounded clearly in the hearts of Di Cheng and others. The hands went from nine o'clock in the morning, to two o'clock in the afternoon, and then to six o'clock in the evening. The ward was still busy.
, the silence continued, the seemingly simple 'conditioning' took no less time and energy than a major surgery.
Zhou Shaohua and others sometimes stood, sometimes sat, sometimes with their heads raised in silence. For them, these ** hours were no less than ** days! During this period, someone brought lunch boxes, but no one was in the mood.
When I took a sip, I simply drank some water and continued to be dazed.
Finally, when the pointer was about to point to eight o'clock, the medical staff in the ward showed signs of stopping. Zhou Shaohua and others, who were about to lose their patience, jumped up and stared at the isolation glass with wide eyes.
Full of expectations.
The nurses on the periphery also began to sort out the equipment, and not long after, "fully armed" doctors came out one after another.
"Brother Cheng, you are here." After bowing respectfully, the doctors did not forget to warn: "The patient is not out of danger yet, and his body and consciousness are very weak, so... it is best not to go in too much.
people."
"You guys wait outside, I'll go in by myself." Di Cheng could hear the hesitation and ambiguity in the doctor's tone. He stopped Zhou Shaohua and others who were eager to get in, pushed open the isolation door and walked into the ward.
The ward was filled with a strong smell of medicine and a dull silence.
On the hospital bed, Shalang, who was completely out of shape, was lying quietly. All kinds of medical equipment were spread all over his body, at least seven or eight more than when he was in a coma. The eyes that finally opened were only cracked.
There is a kind of emptiness, a kind of godlessness, and a kind of stupid dullness.
He no longer has his usual eccentricity, no longer his usual clamor, and no longer has the spirit of the past. He is like a dying old man, lifeless.
Di Cheng looked steadily at Sha Lang on the hospital bed, feeling pain in his heart. If it hadn't been for him, Sha Lang would never have ended up in this situation. If it hadn't been for him, Sha Lang would never have suffered this kind of torture.
Is it loyalty or brotherhood? Both are important!
"... Sha Lang..." Di Cheng tried his best to smile and called softly.
Quiet!
Just as quiet!
Sha Lang showed no reaction, lying quietly on the hospital bed, his body unresponsive as if paralyzed, his eyes still dull, as if he had not heard Di Cheng's call at all.
"Sha Lang?" Di Cheng called out again cautiously.
But still, quiet!
"Sha Lang?" Di Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and the surprise in his heart suddenly turned into anxiety.
"Stop shouting, he can't hear you." Changsun Qianwen, who was checking the equipment next to him, said casually.
"What's going on? Are you awake?"
"Wake up does not mean awake, and opening eyes does not mean recovery. Shalang has been comatose for too long. Although he has opened his eyes, his body functions are still in a semi-stagnant state. It is like a machine that has not been started for many years. You cannot turn on the switch.
It can run. It needs a little inspection and a little repair." Changsun Qianwen glanced at Shalang, let out a slight sigh, shook his head, and said: "I don't know what happened that night, but I'm sure
It's...in order to save you, he exhausted his physical strength and energy beyond the limit, so that his consciousness was damaged. Unlike your brain injury, his was a coma caused by lack of oxygen in the brain."
"Is there any danger?" Di Cheng's heart skipped a beat. He rarely saw emotions other than 'confidence' in Changsun Qianwen's expression, and he had never heard him sigh.
"The danger is definitely there, and the worst outcome is that Shalang remains in its current state forever."
"What state?"
"The body functions are restored, but the brain...is permanently shut down. In layman's terms, he is in a vegetative state."
Di Cheng frowned and stared at Changsun Qianwen closely, trying to make sure he was joking.
"This is the worst result, and it is also a result that cannot be ruled out. The reason why the inspection just took so long is because we are doing maintenance and rescue, but the result is not ideal."
Vegetative state? Di Cheng looked at Shalang steadily, with a slight chill all over his body. He would rather Shalang be in a coma for a long time than live such a stupid and dull life. At least in the coma state, he still has some points.
look forward to.
"Don't worry too much, that's just the worst outcome. What's more, even if you become a vegetative state, as long as your will to survive is strong enough, you still have a chance to truly wake up. It has been eight months since he was in coma. Shalang suddenly opened his eyes,
It means that his brain was not completely damaged, not to mention..." Changsun Qianwen finally regained some smile on his face: "I happened to be here when Shalang woke up. The reason why I found out about his awakening was because I heard
A voice came."
"What sound?"
"Sha Lang's subconscious call... Brother Cheng... insist..." Changsun Qianwen shook his head with a smile and continued to play with the instruments in front of him: "This brotherhood makes me a little touched. I can have such a brother in my life.
Enough! I have to say, looking at all the members of Skynet, in terms of personality charm, only you and Kang Keze are the only ones."
"Kang Keze?" Di Cheng was slightly surprised. If Changsun Qianwen hadn't mentioned it now, he would have forgotten this 'colleague' who he had originally designated as his opponent.
"Yes, Kang Keze. Both of you are heroic figures, and both have huge power groups, but your development directions are different. Your positioning is to 'create a base and extract the essence from the base'. Kang Keze has always followed the elite route.
Last year, when the black list was finalized, the 'Holy Cult' mercenary group ranked at the bottom of the twenty-five major royal families, a full twenty-four names behind Tianmen, but in terms of potential... it is not weaker than your Tianmen.
In recent years, Kang Keze's behavior has become more low-key, which is completely opposite to Tianmen's sharpness. However, this does not mean that the 'Holy Cult' mercenaries have declined, but that Kang Keze has changed his strategy again and is preparing to conduct comprehensive training for the existing troops.
In fact, to be honest, Kang Keze is smarter than you. He is using all forces to focus on Tianmen's gap, accumulating strength, and working hard to develop. Another point is that Kang Keze has already declared his allegiance to Skynet, and the organization has never trained them.
It has never stopped, and the future development space will be greater than imagined."
For the sake of the 'obsession' in his heart, Changsun Qianwen has carefully observed all the 'potential stocks' in Skynet. As one of the first choices, Kang Keze will naturally receive special care, and he will naturally understand certain aspects.
thorough.
"I made a mistake, and Annie made a mistake too. Thousand Eyes Troop missed a big fish." Di Cheng just replied casually. If it were at any other time, he would definitely inquire seriously and contact Annie immediately, but at this time...
Looking at Shalang on the hospital bed, he couldn't help but wonder.
Changsun Qianwen saw Di Cheng's thoughts and returned to the topic, saying: "Shalang's survival instinct is very strong. As long as he doesn't give up, I will do my best to help him. Don't be anxious, don't worry too much, give me more
In half a month, if there is no major accident, Shalang should be able to regain some consciousness."
"Will you lose your memory?"
"There is a possibility that if the brain is damaged, any situation may occur. But again, I will try my best."
Di Cheng didn't want to be polite, but he still said sincerely: "Thank you."
"It should be." Changsun Qianwen accepted Di Cheng's thanks calmly, and asked after a moment: "Have you followed Chen Zun?"
"That's not necessary. With Chen Zun's alertness and his current strength, ordinary tracking may be discovered by him. Rather than causing misunderstandings, it is better to let him go frankly. As for the future, we will talk about it later. They all belong to China.
, no matter if there is a conflict, it will not become too tense."
Changsun Qianwen was noncommittal, neither agreeing nor denying. Whether it was intuition or misunderstanding, he had always been wary of Chen Zun, especially this departure, which always felt like "letting the tiger return to the mountain".
"Sha Lang, I'll leave it to you." Di Cheng stopped saying any polite words, looked at Sha Lang for the last time, turned and left.
But before he could reach the isolation door, he saw a sudden chaos outside through the glass, as if someone was trying to break in.
"What's going on?" Di Cheng opened the door, his slightly gloomy expression making the corridor instantly quiet.
"Brother Cheng, urgent report!" The person in charge of the Qianmu Army headquarters hurriedly took a few steps forward and handed two intelligence sheets to Di Cheng: "One is the investigation report from Commander Anne, and the other is... the request for help from the Outer Mongolia headquarters.
Signal!"
"What?" Zhou Shaohua and others' expressions changed drastically, and the words "help" pierced their hearts like steel needles. Everyone's brows were tightly knitted together, and they subconsciously wanted to rush forward and snatch the information sheet.
Di Cheng stared at the person in charge, took the information sheet and glanced at it briefly, but only for these few times, his face became completely gloomy, his eyes swayed slightly, a flash of sharpness and coldness flashed through, and he said in a deep voice: "Eight gates, eight gates.
Everybody, assemble!!"
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