"I'm so thirsty...so thirsty..." In the dark, he felt as if he was walking alone in the desert, with nothing to drink around him.
He was struggling like this, and the air around him was warm enough to burn his skin. He was walking in such an environment, in the boundless heat, with no hope at all.
However, just when he was at his most desperate, he seemed to see a river not far in front of him.
Almost subconsciously, he used all his strength to run towards the river that could save his life, running desperately.
His feet sank into the hot yellow sand, and his body seemed to be dried by the sun immediately. But he still had breath, and he didn't want to die in the desperate sand sea.
What makes people despair is that when he feels that he has reached the river, he is still in the yellow sand, and the river has disappeared.
The river that was almost right in front of us was swallowed up by the boundless sea of sand. The only hope was like the moon in the water, close in front of us but far away in the horizon.
"Ah! Ah!" Pulling his dry lips, he knelt down in the yellow sand and let out a hoarse cry of pain.
The vocal cords, which had lost all moisture, were shattered in the shouts, and the pain stimulated the man, making it impossible for the poor man to faint.
In the end, death seemed to defeat everything. The man fell down, threw himself into the yellow sand, and was gradually swallowed up by the gravel.
Suddenly, everything in front of him seemed to disappear, and a darkness came over, swallowing up everything.
However, the long-lost coolness saved his body. It was a kind of relief, a beautiful feeling that transcended fear and death.
In the boundless darkness, a burst of light rushed in, and the man unconsciously squinted his eyes to adapt to the light in front of him.
He heard a voice coming from his ears. It was an exciting voice that he had never heard before, full of hope: "He's awake! Doctor! He's awake!"
"I'm so thirsty... so thirsty..." With his lips covered in dead skin moving, the man lying on the white hospital bed finally adapted to the light his eyes saw.
He muttered softly, wanting some water to moisturize his throat that had stopped working for many days.
When he just opened his eyes, he saw a bottle of transparent liquid hanging upside down on the iron shelf next to the bed. Bubbles one after another were rising slowly in the liquid, eventually breaking on the surface of the liquid and mixing into the air at the bottom of the bottle.
He looked down the transparent tube at the mouth of the bottle and saw something white stuck to the back of his hand.
Almost subconsciously, he wanted to twitch his arm, but found that his arm was fixed to the bed by a belt.
Before he could shout anything, the man who woke up was frightened by the complicated machines beside his bed.
He saw a line on a strange device that kept beating, and there were some strange numbers next to it, all of which were strange things that he couldn't understand.
These devices made him feel uneasy. He wanted to struggle, but he didn't have much strength. The terrible disease exhausted his strength, and now he was as weak as a corpse.
"Prepare some water for him, and feed him carefully! Don't give him too much." A man in a white gown walked in, took out a slender light-emitting device, and waved it in front of his eyes a few times.
Lying on the bed, he felt relieved when he heard that the other party was going to feed him some water. If the other party wanted to kill him, he could easily do it without giving him any water.
"Did you take your temperature?" The man in a white gown standing next to his bed asked the woman in a long gown who had been standing by his bed.
"Tested! It has dropped to 37.9 degrees!" The woman said very professionally: "I took vitamin supplements three hours ago..."
"Do you know what this patient means to us?" the male doctor asked solemnly.
This patient is very important to both of them, or to the entire southern region.
After hearing the male doctor's question, the female nurse still nodded and replied: "I understand! Doctor! So I am very sure that his body temperature has begun to drop. Although his body is a little weak, there is nothing serious."
"Where is this?" the weak patient asked in a weak voice on the bed. He saw that he was wearing a clean nightgown, and the dirty old clothes had long since disappeared.
Lying in such a clean room made him, a homeless man, feel uncomfortable all over. He was panicked because he didn't know why he was lying here.
According to his memory, he was already very weak before he fell into coma. He kept coughing and trembling all over, just like those who died of the epidemic.
Logically speaking, he should be dead by now. No one can wake up after fainting due to illness, and there is no hope for him.
But what made him uneasy was that he woke up and was still lying in a place that was so incompatible with his identity.
Hearing the patient's question on the bed, the male doctor looked down. He looked at the homeless man lying on the bed and replied softly: "You are now in Shakeburn First National Hospital."
"I, I fainted before..." The homeless man spoke with some embarrassment and reiterated that he did not come here intentionally to cause trouble.
However, the male doctor obviously did not understand what he meant: "Yes, when I found you, you were in a small village on the outskirts of Shakeburn. You were transferred here. When you came, you were diagnosed with the plague, and you were
Severe patients."
"I...I didn't die?" the homeless man said with a feeling of embarrassment and relief.
The female nurse took over the conversation and comforted her: "You are lucky! After being injected with the special medicine, you were in a coma for three days, but you survived in the end."
"...I, I don't have money...I don't have money to pay for medical expenses." The man spoke with difficulty, explaining his dilemma.
"It doesn't matter! As the last recorded source of plague infection in the southern region, your recovery expenses are exempted." The male doctor waved his hand generously, since he was not the one to reimburse the medical expenses anyway.
"The last...the last one?" the tramp repeated in disbelief.
"That's right! After you were discharged from the hospital, the plague in the southern region was basically eradicated! We have controlled the plague..." The male doctor nodded proudly and said: "The disaster is over! It's over!"
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Let’s talk about something:
Long Ling owes a lot of updates. After all, he has had many physical problems over the past year and has become a lot lazy. This is a fact, so Long Ling has no shame to ask for recommendation votes, monthly tickets and rewards. But
Everyone will still encourage Long Ling, and Long Ling will remember it in his heart. Thank you very much. Thank you.
Wait for Longling to slowly make up for the updates, and once he has made up enough, he will shamelessly ask for monthly tickets for rewards... Well, there will come a day.