The pale light suddenly turned on, and Victor woke up from his sleep, only to see a strange sight he had not seen for a long time.
He saw a young nurse, carrying a plate full of medicine bottles, opening the curtain and coming to his side.
There was a needle inserted into the back of his right hand, and the bottle hanging above his head was slowly delivering medicine into Victor's blood vessels.
The hospital gown and the white light on his body no longer belong to the era he is familiar with, but have returned to the world of his previous life...
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Victor quickly sat up from the bed and reached out to touch his face.
"I...I'm back?"
He exclaimed, startling the nurse.
"What are you doing? I asked you if your name is Huang Yi?"
Huang Yi?
It took Victor a long time to realize that that was his name.
As he nodded dumbly, the nurse handed him a form to sign.
After watching him sign, the nurse replaced him with a new medicine bottle, then took the plate and prepared to leave.
Victor suddenly remembered something and was about to get up to ask the nurse, but he fell to the ground with a thud, which shocked other patients in the ward.
"Why are you so crazy? You know your leg is broken and you still move around?"
The severe pain also stunned Victor. He saw that his leg was tied with a fixation plate and a bandage. For a moment, he was completely unable to react. Only the pain stimulated his nerves.
The nurses in the next bed also came to help and worked together to lift him onto the bed. Victor fell into self-doubt amidst their complaints.
There was still a dull pain in his leg, but he couldn't remember why he was feeling this way.
Before traveling through time, didn't he buy those golden fingers downstairs in the company? Then he was directed to the SPA, and then traveled through time.
Why did he look like this when he came back...with a broken leg?
There were no relatives or friends around, so I didn’t know who to ask what was going on.
I looked at the LED electronic clock on the wall and found that it was already ten o'clock in the evening. My family must have gone home and I would ask them again in the morning.
There was an old man in his sixties in the bed next to him. He was awakened by Victor's noise just now.
After examining him for a while, the old man fell asleep again.
Victor wanted to go to bed first, but he couldn't fall asleep.
He remembered that when he was in another world, he was pushed off the cruise ship by the suspicious drunkard and fell into the sea.
I thought that the cold sea water would submerge me in an instant, but this feeling did not come, and instead made Victor lose consciousness.
What happened in the meantime? Did he die in another world?
His legs were still aching, and this pain combined with the doubts in his heart kept him awake all night, tossing and turning in bed until dawn.
There are four beds in this ward, all of which are occupied.
First, a mother brought her several-year-old daughter to visit a middle-aged man on the bed in front of Victor. The child's laughter immediately rang out in the ward.
Then another old man came to visit the young girl on the bed next to him.
These three people came all morning, but none of the family or anyone Victor expected to see came to see him.
Until dusk, a whole day passed, and Victor was still lying alone on the hospital bed, with only the box lunch brought to him by the hospital nurse.
No one had contacted him on his mobile phone, and he suddenly felt very strange. When around six o'clock, the nurse came in again to change his dressing, and he couldn't help but ask the other person.
"Sorry, I was a little confused yesterday." He first apologized to the other party.
The nurse didn't answer. It seemed that after changing his medicine, she had to go to other places to be busy.
"I would like to ask...I can't remember my legs..."
"Run over by a motorcycle!" the nurse replied quickly.
Victor looked stunned and continued to ask: "Where was he crushed? Why was he crushed?"
"How do I know this? You have to ask yourself." The nurse looked at him with a strange look.
Seeing that the other party had a bad look on his face, Victor suddenly picked up the form he signed on the table next to him.
When he saw the information above, he was stunned.
"Huang Yi? Thirty-five years old? Not even in the photo..."
He can't be fooled now, because the photo and personal information are very different from Victor's previous life. Except for his name, nothing can be compared with him.
"I remember you said that you were laid off from your company. You couldn't think about it on the way home and got run over by a motorcycle while standing in the middle of the road. So it's all your fault, you're crazy."
As the nurse took away the tools, Victor couldn't calm down for a long time.
The name is still the same, and the world should still be the world of the previous life, but why is his life trajectory completely different?
He was only in his twenties before he left, why is he thirty-five now? And he has become so ugly...
No way... everything in the past was all a dream, right? Or was there some invisible magic that fell into the sea?
If this is the reality, then he was optimized by the company and was so depressed that he wanted to kill himself. Such a serious psychological and physical double blow, and no family member has come to see him until now?
Oh, yes, it was written on the form just now that he is unmarried, which means he is still single, but even so, parents should...
An uneasy thought suddenly came to Victor's mind.
At this moment, the old man next to him suddenly spoke: "Young man, you are seriously injured in the hospital and no one comes to see you. You are as pitiful as the old man."
Victor looked at him silently, and then the old man said something shocking.
"When you first moved in, I heard you say that there was no one in your family but you. Hey... no wonder you couldn't bear the blow. But listen to my advice, life is very long. Even if you are unemployed at the age of thirty-five, it doesn't matter.
Seeking death."
The other party's words revealed Victor's current situation, but he seriously doubted the credibility of this situation.
"No, it's not that I can't bear the blow, I just feel..."
"What?"
"I feel like all this is unreal. I shouldn't be like this. Even if I wake up, it should be... another situation."
"Haha..." The old man couldn't help but laugh, "When people suffer a particularly big blow, they feel that everything is unreal. When I killed my wife and daughter, I just thought I was having a nightmare."
"No, you don't understand." Victor tried to explain, "I don't think I am the person I am now..."
"Huh? Have you ever looked in the mirror?" The old man seemed to be listening to a psychopath. "It seems that your leg is not just broken. I think you should see a psychiatrist."
"Really!" Victor couldn't bear it anymore, "I should be only in my twenties, and my parents are still alive, and I work in an Internet company. I...well, even if that's not the case, I should be on a ship, right away.
To take over an ocean-going cargo ship."
The old man didn't understand what Victor was saying at all, but he analyzed it carefully.
The young lady patient thought they were too noisy and advised them to be quiet. Victor closed his mouth a little annoyed.
"It's possible that you had a very long and very real dream during those few hours when you were asleep." The old man joked.
This made Victor speechless. He did indeed doubt it, but he just didn't believe it.
Then the old man said: "If you think your current life is fake, how can you be sure that the life in your memory is real? If the dream is too beautiful, people will deliberately avoid the truth that will make them feel painful."