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Chapter 118 The Upside Down Life

I had a little consciousness in the haze, opened my tired eyes, and looked at the strange environment. The white walls around me were so clean that it was frightening. I lay on the bed, my hands and feet were weak and I couldn’t move.

What's going on, what about Yang Yuanming, is he out of danger now?My head was full of questions, which made me almost collapse. In the past few days, so many changes have happened, covering me like a thick fog, and I can't breathe or get out.

I long for something, any person or any sound, to rescue me from this murderous silence.

Yang Yuanming, where are you...

After a long time, the door was finally opened, and a person I had never seen walked in, but he called out my name.

"Lin Yuan, how do you feel? You have been in a coma for six days."

six days?It happened to be the day of the car accident. Could it be that... I'm not dead yet?An unspeakable great joy welled up in my heart, great!I am not dead yet, everything can be done again, this time, I will never let go.

It may be the reason why I was in a coma for several days, unable to speak, and my throat seemed to be splitting with thirst.

"water……"

It's as subtle as a mosquito humming, still worrying that the other party won't be able to understand, the next second the sweet water slowly passes through the throat, this moment I really feel the breath of life, I can finally affirm the miracle of resurrection from the dead, I still can't help it Tears flowed.

I never dreamed that there would be a chance to do it again. I grabbed the arm of this stranger in front of me. Many words were blocked in my throat, and I could only make a few sounds in a hoarse voice. I was really worried. I was afraid. The horrific scene before was not an illusion, I was eager to make sure Yang Yuanming was safe.

""Yang...Yuanming...want...to...see you"

"You have a good rest first, and you can see him when you recover."

I let go, and my heart became a little more peaceful, and the slight anxiety was washed away by my tiredness, and I sank into the darkness again.When I closed my eyes, I vaguely saw the complex expression of the other party, and I didn't know if it was an illusion.

Hearing voices in a daze, the deliberately lowered dialogue was even more confusing, especially when I heard my name, I suddenly woke up.

"I can't confirm Lin Yuan's situation now, but his life is saved. The rest can only be observed after he wakes up."

"Thank you, doctor." It was the mother's voice, "The child, please take care of me!"

"It's okay, we will pay more attention to patients with suicidal tendencies like him."

Suicidal?Who is it, me?

It wasn't because of the car accident that the hospital where he lived became suicidal. Isn't it Yang Yuanming who has suicidal tendencies?

My head is in a mess, and the more I think about it, the more it hurts.

This, what is going on...

If I'm suicidal...

I slowly raised my left wrist, and sure enough, it was wrapped with a thick layer of gauze, and my whole body was paralyzed in an instant. All my memories seemed to have gone wrong. What is true and what is false? Are you dreaming?

He couldn't answer, his mind was blank, and his perception was only cold.

The door opened with a "click", and a stranger came in, but he called out my name.

"Lin Yuan, do you still remember me?"

I meditated for two seconds, shook my head, and really didn't have any impression of this man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember, would you mind talking to me?"

I somehow didn't want to talk to him, but my mind was full of questions and I couldn't keep silent.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

"Do you remember how you got hurt?"

"If...you know me, won't you know what happened to me?" It's not that you don't want to cooperate, but you just don't like such passive conversations.

"Lin Yuan" gold-rimmed glasses tried to put on a sincere and relaxed state, and looked forward to my cooperation. "I used to be your doctor. It was your mother who came to help you. You have to believe that."

I believe this man's words, I just hate him very much, I always feel that his arrival will take away important things.

But there was a strange premonition that he would let me know some truths that I didn't understand.

"Car accident."

"Car accident?" The gold-rimmed glasses looked a little different, "Can you be more specific, for example, what caused the car accident?"

"I...I don't remember, I just remember bleeding a lot and falling into a coma."

"Is that so... Do you still have any memory after the coma?"

"No."

I don't want to tell him about the out-of-body experience. I think it's too absurd, but I also have a little bit of defense.

"I want... to know what happened to Yang Yuanming? Also, what happened to me?"

"He's fine, and as for you, you're almost on the mend."

The breeze blows the window screen, bringing a sense of humidity after the rain.

"it's raining outside?"

"Well, but the weather forecast says it will be sunny soon." The gold-rimmed glasses helped me tighten the window screen, "You have a good rest, I'm leaving first."

"Doctor, I still want to ask you..." Before he finished speaking, the other party opened his mouth and handed me a paper bag, "It contains everything you want to know, I know you have a lot of confusion, but this is a good thing, you Finally, I no longer escape."

The moment the gold-rimmed glasses turned around and closed the door, I seemed to hear him say something lightly again.

"Finally dare to mention him..."

I subconsciously felt that he was talking about Yang Yuanming.Thinking of this, I couldn't wait to open the paper bag, even though my hands were trembling badly.Taking a deep breath, he shook the things out, and a recording pen and a small diary fell out.

Seeing those two things, my head exploded with a bang, as if hit by a heavy hammer.

Because those two things are all too familiar to me, for no other reason than mine.

Yang Yuanming and I each have the recorder, a gift from fans for Xia Qiu, I like it so much, I keep it for use.It is especially convenient for Yang Yuanming to create originals. I can record any melodies and tunes I think of. I seldom use them. Maybe because they are matched with him, I always like to carry them with me.

With my diary.

I love to write something, and I have never broken the habit since I was a child.Random essays, most of which describe mood.Because Yang Yuanming was particularly dissatisfied with this, it was also a rare thing not to share with him.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that he feels a little awkward. It's full of his name and I'm too embarrassed to let him see it.