Song Shiting looked out the window, his deep, calm eyes churning with a hint of emotion.
If I look at the time, it should be Chinese New Year today!
But he can't leave.
He pressed his hand against his foot, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.
Feeling a little thirsty, he moved his dry lips.
He glanced at the table; the cups and kettle were a bit far from him.
He wanted to pour water, but found that his hand couldn't reach it.
I tried hard but still couldn't reach it.
He withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes, and kept his emotions in check during this time.
When the car rolled down, he only shouted "Jump!" before rolling in another direction.
Later, he only knew that he had been in a coma for more than half a month.
The words I heard when I first woke up echoed in my mind.
"Do you know who that person inside is? If he finds out what we've done, our base will be wiped out."
A woman's voice rang out: "That's precisely why we need to keep him alive. He's so badly injured right now; if we don't treat him, he'll die."
"It would be better if he died, why save him?"
"He's a capable man. What do you think if we could use a man like that?"
Song Shiting closed his eyes, those words kept echoing in his mind.
The head I bumped still hurts occasionally, sometimes intentionally and sometimes unintentionally.
His deep, dark eyes stared at the needle marks on his arm.
Those people injected him with many things.
He had never even seen those people's faces.
The person I saw most often was a girl.
Mu Wanzhu walked in from outside and called out, "Brother Jun, Happy New Year!"
Song Shiting nodded.
Mu Wanzhu smiled slightly: "Brother Jun, how are you feeling today?"
Song Shiting nodded: "Feeling better, what about today's medicine?"
Mu Wanzhu smiled and said, "The doctor instructed me to change your medication today."
Song Shiting asked, "What medicine should we switch to? The last medicine was quite good; I felt much better after using it."
Mu Wanzhu simply said, "Yes, I'm worried that my body might develop a tolerance to the medication if I use it for too long. The doctor said we need to adjust it and try a different medication first. We'll see the doctor again when he comes back after the Spring Festival."
Song Shiting asked, "Everyone has gone home for the New Year, why aren't you going home?"
Mu Wanzhu whispered, "If I go back too, no one will bring you food for the New Year."
Song Shiting paused for a moment.
Mu Wanzhu said, "Brother Jun, don't worry, I definitely won't abandon you. I brought some delicious food with me."
A bowl of rice, a chicken leg, and a side dish.
She said, "This is old duck soup, you'll definitely love it."
Song Shiting nodded and said, "Hmm, it looks pretty good. Did you make it?"
Mu Wanzhu nodded and said, "I made it. Have you ever eaten it before? Try it and see how it tastes different from what you've had before."
As she spoke, she reached out to help Song Shiting up.
Song Shiting took a bite of the chicken leg and remained silent for two seconds.
Mu Wanzhu, standing beside him, watched his expression closely, not missing a single change in his face, and asked, "How are you feeling?"
Song Shiting chewed a couple more times and said, "I don't remember eating like this before, but I feel this is the best I've ever eaten."
Mu Wanzhu immediately smiled and said, "I'll bring you chicken legs again tomorrow."
Song Shiting said, "Okay, thank you. I will definitely repay you properly once I regain my memories."
Mu Wanzhu blinked and asked, "If you don't regain your memories, are you not going to repay me?"
Song Shiting suddenly felt a little embarrassed, but it was so cute to see such a handsome man suddenly looking embarrassed.
Mu Wanzhu was completely captivated.
"Brother Jun, what if you never regain your memories?"
Ah Jun: "Probably not?"
At this point, his own eyes became confused!
Mu Wanzhu took in all the man's expressions and said, "Yes. It will definitely get better!"
Song Shiting nodded and said, "Yes."
Mu Wanzhu: "Brother Ajun, let me give you the injection first."
Song Shiting asked, "Isn't it edible?"
Mu Wanzhu shook her head: "The doctor only left this injection. I'll give you the injection. Pull down your pants..."
Song Shiting's ears inexplicably flushed red as he asked, "Aren't you going to have a doctor give me the injection?"
Mu Wanzhu laughed, her voice clear and crisp: "Brother Jun, everyone said the doctor went home for the New Year, so he couldn't give you the injection. That's why I had to come. What's wrong? Doesn't Jun want me to give you the injection?"
When Mu Wanzhu spoke, she leaned her head over.
Song Shiting thought of Ruan Qingling.
"Tell me how to do it, and I'll do the acupuncture myself."
Mu Wanzhu looked puzzled and asked, "Can you do it yourself?"
Song Shiting said very seriously, "I'll give it a try, and if it doesn't work, I'll ask you for help!"
His ears were so red they looked like they could drip blood; they were visibly red.
Mu Wanzhu found this man particularly adorable. He was already good-looking, and the way he blushed was just too irresistible to her.
Undeterred, Mu Wanzhu asked again, "You really don't want my help now?"
Song Shiting insisted, "Let me try. If I fail, I'll have you come and help me."
Mu Wanzhu nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you. Stick it on your butt yourself. If it really doesn't work, just call me in."
Song Shiting responded with a "Mm".
Mu Wanzhu walked outside.
Song Shiting glanced at the syringe, then brought it to his nose and sniffed it.
He knew that the things these people were injecting themselves with were not good; although they could relieve the pain in his body, they would make him addicted and cause him a lot of trouble in the future.
The amount of medicine in the syringe was not much.
"Brother Jun, is it done yet? Can you do it yourself?"
Song Shiting glanced at the curtain and said, "Not yet. Don't come in. Let me take another look."
However, the next second, the curtain was lifted, and Mu Wanzhu came in from outside, asking, "How did it go?"
From this position near the door, you can still see the needle stuck in the flesh!
Mu Wanzhu was relieved and gave a thumbs up, saying, "Brother Jun, you're really amazing. You can even give yourself acupuncture now."
Song Shiting hummed in agreement, letting out a satisfied sigh as usual, and said, "This medicine is really amazing; it's especially good at relieving pain."
Mu Wanzhu said, "Of course, although we met by chance, I have taken out all the medicine I could to save you."
Song Shiting looked at Mu Wanzhu with sincere eyes: "I have no memory, so I'm not sure if I have any family. But you are someone I am very grateful to right now."
Mu Wanzhu smiled slightly, blinked, and asked, "If you ever think of your family, will you forget someone like me?"
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