That year, Di Cheng's body was covered with scars, large and small, deep and shallow, as well as multiple fractures and internal bleeding. It was serious but not fatal. It was not serious but the bloody appearance was really shocking.
Just cleaning the wound took three to four hours, and the entire operation lasted for two days and two nights. The doctors took turns to complete it successfully.
The success of the operation made Ye Wantong and others feel a little relieved, but the continued coma that followed tightened everyone's hearts.
One day... three days... five days... Di Cheng's eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, and there was no movement except for slight breathing, as if he was going to sleep forever.
The doctor said that this was a sequelae of major surgery, and that it was normal as long as the coma lasted no more than ten days, but none of Yang Jing and the others could withstand this kind of suffering. Five days later, at Anne's strong request, the eldest son Qianwen left T City and came to
When he arrived at the Wei Garden, he personally served as Di Cheng's attending doctor. His usual smile and confidence made everyone's tense minds slightly relieved, and his superb medical skills did not disappoint them.
On the seventh day after the operation, it was gray outside, and light rain and snow continued from last night until noon. What should have been a sunny time turned into a damp and cold feeling, as if it was chilling to the bones.
Except for those who are on duty, most of the others are huddled in the room, either moving around, drinking tea or drinking, or simply sleeping under the covers. They have nothing to do now, except waiting silently, and really don't know what else to do.
It was warm in Di Cheng's ward. Ye Wantong, Annie, Meiyan, and Jin Yixuan, who finally got the news, were by his side from beginning to end. No one spoke, no one played, they waited quietly and prayed quietly.
Like everyone else, they didn't know when Di Cheng would wake up, so they had no choice but to wait.
On the hospital bed, Di Cheng's breathing had calmed down, and his face was no longer frighteningly pale, but his tightly closed eyes still had not been opened.
Since being severely injured by the 'Ghost Fang' that night, Di Cheng's consciousness has fallen into boundless darkness, as if he was lost in the depths of the vast ocean. He swam forward with all his strength, struggled to escape, but could never find the end.
He didn't know when, but he felt like he had gone back to the past. Memory pictures emerged bit by bit, links bit by bit, as if there was an invisible big hand taking him through every stage of life from a baby.
That year, in front of the Wei family, the boy cried heartbreakingly, struggled, and called his sister's name.
That year, in the small mountain village where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant, the boy stubbornly raised his head, held back tears, and endured the whipping and punishment from his master.
That year, beside the stream and in the woods, boys and girls held hands and skipped forward.
That year, the girl said, my name is Meiyan, and I will be your bride in the future.
That year, the mountains collapsed and the earth collapsed, the sky and the earth were dim, devastation was everywhere, and the ground was in chaos. Boys lost girls, and everything was lost.
That year, the boy picked up a baby girl next to a garbage dump in the city, named her Yin Yin, and they have been living together ever since.
That year, in the desolate streets and dim alleys, the boy was in tatters and barefoot, holding the girl in his arms, picking up garbage, snatching dog food, silently resisting the mockery of fate, and living a difficult life.
That year, outside the cake shop windows, dirty boys and girls looked full of longing and yearning.
That year, on the street corners of the city, under the dim street lights, gangs fought each other, shouting to kill each other. Deep in the crowd, the boy brandished a machete, twisted his face, and fought crazily. His immature body was full of unwillingness and stubbornness. In order to survive
, for my sister, and for my indelible ambition.
That year, the boy made his first friend, a lame man, who taught him what it means... to kill!
That year, the boy left his friends and took his sister to the grasslands of Inner Mongolia.
That year, the boy took in a prisoner in the Gobi Desert. The same tragic experience brought them together, supported each other, depended on each other, and walked arduously on the desolate Gobi Desert.
That year, in the fighting arena, amid deafening cheers, the boy bit his opponent to death. When the blood soaked his body, when the blood poured into his throat, and when the opponent's eyes turned from ferocious to desperate, the boy earned
The first bonus in life.
At night, the sky was full of stars. The boy bought fresh meat and ribs, and the three brothers and sisters shed tears and laughed and ate their first full meal in ten years.
That year, deep in the vast Gobi Desert, a boy killed a wild wolf. His body was covered with scars, but his eyes were surprisingly determined. The act of hunting wolves started a journey of experience. The boy gradually grew up in the killing and struggle, and in the blood and struggle
As the corpses piled up, he gradually became stronger. Under the law of the grassland where the weak eat the strong... he learned to be patient.
That year, the boy fought fiercely in the ring, defeated the Little King Yum, and became a rookie in Hulunbuir. From then on, he fought frequently, trying hard to use perseverance to support his tired body and spirit, and to defend his soul and dignity with strength and killing.
That year, the boy proudly fought against the heroes and created a fighting legend with his unparalleled fighting power.
That year, the boy left the grassland with his sister and brother and returned to maturity.
That year, the Skynet plan extended to China and selected boys in the final stage.
That year, in the quiet woods, they vowed to find their blood and create their dream - Tianmen!
That year, Chixiang Prison had enough food for living people, the ghost children screamed loudly, the five prison masters fell, and a riot set off a chaos in the iron prison. In the death prison cemetery, a bloody battle was washed away by heavy rain, and the souls of the dead were momentarily washed away by the torrent.
The heroes and villains united for the first time and embarked on a thousand-mile escape.
That year, Tianmen grew stronger and officially launched its expansion strategy. T City rose up and the night was filled with blood.
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That year, deep in the vast snowfield, the boy was baptized by the Living Buddha and became a new generation of emperor of China.
That year, all the heroes gathered at the general worship platform. The names of Di Cheng and Tianmen shocked the world and became famous in the black list!
From childhood to adulthood, from struggle to resistance, from weakness to strength, from being alone to founding the royal family of pounders.
The boy has cried, laughed, been sentimental, tired, hurt, and tired; all kinds of past events, scene by scene, bit by bit, bit by bit, fragmented pictures emerge one after another in the depths of his mind, repairing the damaged memories.
, awakening sleeping feelings and looking for the true self.
After being in a coma for so many days, Di Cheng followed the addition and change of memory, savoring the ups and downs of the past from the beginning, experiencing hardship and struggle, weakness and strength, that feeling, that emotion, as if he were actually there, truly real.
But it is mysterious and intoxicating.
Dick Cheng seemed to have lived again, experienced again, and grown again.
Re-understand, re-understand, and re-search.
It's like a dream, and it's like an unprecedented transformation, whether it's spiritual or physical!
When all the memory scenes were fixed on the tragic fight in Wei Garden, the depths of my mind returned to darkness and sedimentation again. But the mysterious feeling was deeply settled in my mind. I don’t know when, a shaking feeling appeared in my consciousness.
Illusory figure.
At first it was simply chopping with a knife, then it was adjusting the body coordination, and then it was the explosion and use of power.
That shadow looks like Di Cheng.
Di Cheng saw himself, the changes in his moves, the changes in his growth, and also the magical insights and insights.
When all the dust settled and silence returned, Di Cheng's groggy world of consciousness finally had a subtle feeling, as if he had found guidance in the darkness.
Hearing, vision, touch, everything is changing from chaos to clarity.
In the evening, the early winter sleet gradually slowed down, the sky became gloomy, the air was so cold that people shivered, but the warm room seduced the pajamas of everyone beside the stove.
And Di Cheng's eyes slowly opened at this moment.
Looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar environment, feeling the clear pain and fatigue in his body, Di Cheng did not moan or cough, but showed a somewhat heartfelt smile, very shallow, very weak, but coming from the soul...I...
Di Cheng... survived...
The first person to feel Di Cheng's awakening was Fan Fan. The little girl was lying on Di Cheng's bed, holding his arm and sleeping soundly. Maybe she felt something, so she opened her big hazy eyes, just in time to see Di Cheng open his eyes.
eyes. The little girl is smart, but she is very sensible. She did not deliberately play around, but squirmed a few times, got into Di Cheng's arms, and kissed him on the face with her red little mouth.
He paused and smiled sweetly: "Uncle."
Di Cheng recalled his memory and naturally knew who this cute little girl was, but his attention was more on the right side. In the spacious quilt, there was not only the little girl Fanfan, but also a pink and jade-like figure.
The little boy was also holding Di Cheng's other arm at the moment, sleeping deeply, with a flushed face and a somewhat innocent smile. But the arm holding Di Cheng was very tight, a kind of attachment.
A kind of worry, but also a kind of loneliness.
Fanfan on the left and Yaya on the right, the two little dolls each held Di Cheng's arms. In this early winter season, it seemed like a warmth was flowing in their hearts.
Di Cheng murmured softly: "...it's so good to be alive..."
PS: Congratulations to 'Lies' for being promoted to the position of alliance leader!! I'm so dizzy, brothers, this is asking me to fight for my life, I don't play like this. Whoops, give the mouse some time, save the draft first, and then
break out!!
But... uh... ahem... I'm still very excited, hehe. Thank you for 'lie'!! Thank you very much!!
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