Chapter 2 Coming to Another World of Him
"Ting Xu! Get out of the way!"
The last feeling I had before falling into a coma, apart from my roommate's scream, was the sharp pain of being hit on the top of my head by a hard object.
Why didn’t a beautiful woman appear and push him away? ! !
Wouldn’t it be nice for them to have a sweet love story?
Are all TV dramas really fake?
He didn't know that he would never be able to have a sweet love with a beautiful woman in his life.
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Headache.
It feels like having an electric drill pounding in your brain. Not many people know how this feels.
Qiu Tingxu was an exception; he could even find joy in pain.
So this is what it feels like to be hit by a billboard falling from the sky. You probably only get to experience this once in your life.
It was as if the scalp and skull were shattered into countless parts, but the pain brought by it did not separate, and they stuck together stubbornly.
Even my memory became a little confused.
The kaleidoscope of life began to flash and play in his mind, the strange and the familiar, crowded and rushing towards him.
The brief, blurry images that kept flashing by gave him a splitting headache; he couldn't even tell what those memories were.
Strangely, there was also a sharp and intense pain that suddenly spread from the wrist to the pain nerves.
It hit the brain with overwhelming force, directly and powerfully covering up the pain of the skull being hit.
He opened his eyes suddenly and was blinded by the dim light.
His eyelids felt heavy and kept falling, urging him to continue sleeping.
But he instinctively knew that he couldn't sleep, and he kept his slightly round eyes open stubbornly, like a vigilant cat.
After waking up, my first reaction was: Damn, I'm still alive!
My second reaction was: That’s not right, I hit my skull, why does my wrist hurt so much?
Could it be that his head was hit and his wrist was broken?
Even if he didn't check the almanac before going out today, he couldn't be so unlucky, right?
It seemed that he could not lift his left hand. He moved his head and looked at his left wrist with lowered brows.
You don't know until you see it. When you see it, you will be shocked. You will see a hideous knife wound on the wrist, and blood is oozing out.
If the amount is larger, you can hear the sound of gurgling streams after the ice and snow melt in early spring.
"Fuck, what kind of vengeance do you have? You even cut my wrists?"
Even the voice was weak.
He didn't care about that and sat up carefully. He saw the murder weapon not far from his right hand - a fruit knife.
I originally wanted to cut some strips of cloth to use as bandages, but it seemed a bit laborious.
After thinking about it, I decided to keep the knife as evidence.
I found another charging cable on the bedside table and tied a knot around my upper arm.
He reached for the phone on the bedside table and called 120 directly.
It starts with "Help, someone is trying to kill me, and my precious panda blood is almost gone."
It ends with "Ah? Address? To be honest, I don't know where I am, but this might be a kidnapping and homicide case. I advise you to call the police and bring an ambulance."
Panda blood and kidnapping and murder, one is quite precious, the other is quite thrilling. The emergency call made the emergency center confused.
To believe it or not to believe it, that is the question.
In the end, the sense of mission that saving a life was more important than building a seven-story pagoda won.
Half an hour later, the great and glorious policeman in a white coat broke into the room.
At that time, he was struggling to keep pressing the bed sheet against his wound.
The bleeding had stopped long ago, and he wanted to fall asleep, but he didn't dare to close his eyes.
My head still felt a tingling pain, but it didn't seem like it was caused by being hit by a billboard...
The sound of breaking the door temporarily interrupted his confusion, and he looked at the leading policeman in surprise.
He had a genuine smile on his face, and except for his pale face, he didn't look like someone who had a close brush with death.
The man in the white coat immediately understood his condition and quickly ran to his side with a first aid kit.
My mind relaxed for a moment, but I couldn't hold on and passed out.
Qiu Tingxu was carried into the hospital.
The police officers stayed to investigate the room that was suspected to be a murder scene, although it looked like a suicide...
But the way Qiu Tingxu looked at them just now showed a strong desire to survive. He really didn't look like someone who would commit suicide...
Is it possible that this was actually a planned murder?
I can only say that I was temporarily confused.
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Qiu Tingxu lay in the hospital under anesthesia, and the suture operation was completed silently.
After a deep sleep, he began to doubt life more and more.
——Noisy, so noisy! The whole world is so noisy!
The sounds and images that filled his head all reappeared in his mind.
It was as if he had had a big dream, integrating all the memories that had just flashed through his mind.
I dreamed that he was no longer himself.
It was Qiu Tingxu, but he was no longer himself, Qiu Tingxu.
A sense of familiarity took root in his heart, and as the memory became clearer, the seeds of doubt turned into vines that climbed up.
It wrapped around his shaky belief in science.
Ah, believe in science, can current science achieve mental time travel and memory transplantation?
Otherwise, someone please tell him why the scene of cutting wrists in his dream is so similar to the scene of cannon fodder committing suicide in the badly-ended novel described to him by his arch-enemy roommate!
Can people with the same name really travel through time?
His roommate didn’t tell him that this cannon fodder also has the ability to read minds!
Why can humans really read minds? Isn’t this the magic of the second dimension?
Qiu Tingxu was immediately awakened by the shock, his face full of horror. Oh my god, could this really be a fantasy novel?
The noise around him suddenly flooded into his mind like a tide. He covered his ears uncomfortably, but could not block out any sound.
These sounds seemed to come into contact with the surface of his skin along with the air, and then penetrate into every part of his body.
It formed a river, rushed into his brain, and turned his nerves upside down.
The noisiest sound was not the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the ward, nor the conversations and noises of patients, family members, nurses and doctors.
It was not all the sound waves he heard with his ears, but the countless voices in his heart whose specific sources he did not even know.
Moreover, this mind-reading technique doesn't seem to be very intelligent. It accepts everyone and its ultimate goal is to annoy him to death.
The signal reception range is...how many meters in radius is not yet determined.
[Wuwuwu...Mom, I want mom!] I don't want an injection! Woohoo! These people in white clothes are so scary! 】
This must be a little girl who is afraid of injections.
[Why doesn’t this damn old woman just die and be done with it? She’s lying in the hospital all day and wasting money! 】
This specifies an unfilial descendant.
【ah! When this little bastard comes out of my belly... I'm going to beat him up! 】
This is one grumpy expectant mother.
[My wife screamed so miserably... I hope she has a smooth delivery. Please God bless them and their baby to be safe! 】
This should be a good father.
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[It is said that this young man lied to the emergency number and said he had panda blood, but it turned out that he did not have panda blood. Haha, Dr. Lin's expression was so funny! I could laugh for a year! 】
[This child really committed suicide. How could he be so careless about his life at such a young age! 】
He only knew who these two voices belonged to.
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