Terra's Magnetic Field

I don't know how long I was unconscious. When I opened my eyes again, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling above me. The electric fan, which had not been turned on for a long time, was covered with a thin layer of spider webs and dust.

The IV bag hanging high on the iron rack on my left should be filled with glucose water. This stuff can be directly absorbed by the body when injected into the blood. It is usually used to provide the energy necessary for survival to patients who are unable to eat during coma.

Which means... I must have been unconscious for quite a while... probably more than a week?

Did evil win? Did he kill all the people who ambushed us? I checked my body's condition. I felt an unbearable pain when I moved a little. Every muscle in my body was pulled violently.

With every breath I could feel my lungs screaming and my bones trembling. This was my body's warning to me, my body was warning me not to use it so roughly next time.

So... Evil lost? How is that possible?! He has never lost in the more than ten years since I learned of his existence... What on earth is going on? Why am I so embarrassed?

A feeling of failure made me feel at a loss as to what to do. It seemed that the evil in my body was not the strongest being on this earth. At least there was someone nearby who could force him into a desperate situation.

This is the trouble caused by the lack of memory communication. I can't grasp all the information at the first time, and I don't even know who attacked us. Evil seems to be very averse to establishing contact with me, and I can't communicate with him.

We are not one, we are just two cohabitants living in an apartment. He will only stand up to protect the chassis he lives in from being destroyed.

The unknown memory she saw while sleeping before also began to blur, and many key points were unclear, making it difficult to infer who the owner of the memory was. The only thing she knew was that she was related to Kal'tsit, and Kal'tsit herself was also a mysterious character.

Maybe we can start with Wanbao. I think she should know something after living for so long. If we ask her directly:

"Do you know that there was a female tyrant in Yan's history? I heard that she had no one around her before she died. It was her own fault, haha~"

I wonder how Wanbao will answer...

Forget it, there's no way she would pay attention to this. She has mentioned more than once that she is no longer interested in politicians.

As I gradually regained consciousness, I felt something strange down there, as if something had poked into my anus.

When I looked down and saw a urine-yellow rubber tube sticking out of the bed, I knew it was a urinary catheter. It is said that it is very painful to pull out this thing and it may even affect the function of that part. When I thought of this, my eyes shrank even tighter and I felt even more uncomfortable. I hope the nurses here can be a little gentler.

This is probably impossible, right? This is the Rhode Island Medical Department... If I can designate a nurse to help me do something, I hope it's Shining in gentle mode; Yaye is also OK because she is more professional and will definitely not hurt me.

Don't do anything to Director Saria. It is said that she was not careful and her technique was terrible. Once she was on duty at the medical department, the Queen Mother arranged her to the infusion room. The Queen Mother originally thought that Director Saria was a high-quality talent from Rhine Life, and this little thing should not be a big deal.

As a result, Director Sai tried to insert the drip into the patient seven or eight times but failed to get it right. Moreover, she was very stubborn and would not let anyone else intervene. In the end, she almost stabbed the patient's hand into a needle. Later, the Queen Mother came and asked Director Sai to do something else, which saved the unfortunate man's life! ! Since then, the Queen Mother never dared to let Director Sai do clinical work again.

My dick can’t stand this kind of torture!

The funniest thing is that the Empress Dowager later asked Director Sai why he couldn't even insert the needle accurately, and she seemed to be blaming him.

Director Sai said aggrievedly that she was engaged in drug preparation and genetic engineering at Rhine Life Science, and all clinical work was handed over to interns. She did not expect that in Rhodes Island, such matters would have to be handed over to senior officials. Is there no one available?

The Queen Mother was probably very angry at the sarcastic and weird writing style, but she couldn't express her dissatisfaction, and the matter was finally left unresolved. All we knew was that one month later when Director Sai collected his salary, he found that he had been deducted several hundred dollars.

Director Sai is also quite interesting. Her greatest talent is to casually say something particularly sarcastic. She may not even realize it herself, and she doesn't deliberately want to ridicule others. I may talk about her interesting stories separately later. I learned all of them from the Rhine Life interns in the university group.

It seems that even though Director Sai has left Rhine, her "glorious deeds" are still being circulated.

While I was daydreaming, the door of the ward opened and a thin old man in a white coat walked in. Judging from his appearance, he should be the doctor who was treating me. The nurse following behind him helped me change the glucose water. I could see the pair of flesh on her chest shaking when she bent down to pick up the urinal under the bed.

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I had a shameful reaction and the place where the catheter was inserted felt even more uncomfortable, painful and swollen. God always plays these terrible jokes on me.

The old man stood at the end of the bed and stared at me, then took a deep breath, perhaps to calm himself down. Finally, he said to me in a slightly more relaxed tone:

"It seems that you have regained consciousness. Although it sounds outrageous, what I am about to say is true. Please be mentally prepared..."

The old man looked out the window with a serious expression.

At this point I had a bad feeling. Was it that I was diagnosed with a terminal illness? Or was it that I had a hidden disease and didn't have much time left?

If I am really dying, I hope to get rid of my virginity. This is a very realistic problem. If I am still a virgin until I die, I will be laughed at by the little ghosts by the river even in hell.

Never do such a thing!

I don't need ten or twenty girls to take turns to serve me, just one is enough, I want to *silence*, I want to *silence* as much as I can!! I want to let myself go as much as I can in this time before I die, on the balcony, in the swimming pool, in a *silent* place as much as I can *silence*!

But if I have to choose exactly one, who should I choose?

If I go to ask Shining for help, will she agree? For someone as selfless as her, *mute* once shouldn't be a big deal, right? I am guilty of having such unreasonable thoughts...

What about Princess Chen? She will kill me, and send me to heaven before the disease torments me...

What about Wanbao? If you think about it carefully, she is very good-looking in appearance, but if you ask her to do this, will she agree?

Hmm...it's really hard to imagine that she always does things that I never expected.

"I know you are eager to know how long you have been in a coma. I am afraid that it has been nine years since you fell into a coma..."

"Ah?!" I couldn't help but scream, "Nine years?!"

Judging from the serious look on the doctor's face, he wasn't kidding. Did I really stay in a coma for nine years? Before I fell into the coma, I was still thinking about how my life would unfold and what I would do after leaving Rhodes Island. Now when I open my eyes, someone tells me that nine years have passed...

Before he fell into a coma, he was a recent college graduate, and now he has become a middle-aged man in his early thirties... Anyone would be at a loss if this happened to them.

Because there were too many thoughts bursting out at once, I simply gave up thinking.

But this also explains why I feel these strange feelings in my body. It’s because I haven’t moved my body for too long, which has caused my muscles to atrophy. The slightest movement causes severe pain.

I looked out the window. The scenery outside was not much different from my impression of the Rhode Island streets. From where I lay, I could directly see the posters hanging on the outer wall of the medical department building. The fully armed Dr. Kal'tsit and Amiya clenched their fists in front of the camera with a menacing look. The slogan below read:

"Rhodes Island needs you! Future operators!!"

It seems that Rhodes Island is still in that half-dead state nine years later. I recalled the conversation in the jeep before I passed out, and I felt a little uncomfortable.

Did the two people survive? I recalled the Sakaz man and the Sakta woman in the jeep. Maybe they were alive or dead. If they were alive, I would be happy for them. If they were dead, I would not think too much about them. After all, they were just casual acquaintances.

Harsh but true, I really do think so.

That’s all for today.

Volume 60: Chapter Chapter : Cute as a Cat

So what have the people in my memory become like after nine years? Princess Chen might be used as a new, recyclable marriage tool by her uncle Wei Yanwu, just like her mother, and help Wei Yanwu seek a higher political position at the cost of her life.

If Princess Chen's sister Tallulah had not been abducted, things would probably have turned out like this.

Useless men always prey on their mothers, sisters, wives and even daughters, taking advantage of any member of the opposite sex around them, and this can be seen all over Terra.

I don't know why I feel uncomfortable when I think of this, as if something in my heart has been taken away. This is very strange. Princess Chen is not even a "close friend" to me. I have never shared my true self with her, and she will not tell me too much about her. We just chatted a few times. Just like my rental girlfriend, she never belonged to me.

But what is this feeling? Am I regretting it? Or... So it is said that human hearts are really hard to understand, even I can't understand myself.

Maybe Princess Chen married some Victorian playboy or Sargonite tycoon I've heard of a few years ago, and is now pregnant or raising a child in a mansion.

It ends here; she may resist, but she will eventually understand the limitations of her destiny.

Everyone is a slave to fate. Even if you have extraordinary abilities, you cannot fight against fate. Those who go against fate will ultimately not have a good ending.

So do I want to rebel against fate? Do I want to rebel against the fate that the earth has given me? No...

"The people of this land are born with their own missions. Some are born to be slaves, some are born to be merchants, and some are born to be kings... This is the will of the land!" I thought of that inexplicable memory again. Maybe what the woman in my dream said was right...

Although I have never met her and don't know who she is, there may be some similarities between me and her deep down. If I can talk to her, maybe I can find someone who can understand me?

Forget it… People like that won’t communicate with anyone.

"It seems that you have digested what I just said," the doctor put his hands behind his back and slowly walked to the window to draw the curtain. The only light in the room was the viewing light he had turned on earlier.

He swaggered back to where he was standing before, like a duck, and took out a few X-ray films from behind the viewing light. He put one of them on the viewing light, pointed at the dense white spots on the body being viewed, and said:

"Nine years ago, you were seriously injured in an explosion. According to the examination report at that time, there were 108 foreign objects piercing your body. In addition to removing the metal fragments, we also found human bones and tooth fragments..."

The doctor shook his body as he spoke, and the "buzzing" sound produced by the operation of the viewing light made my thoughts even more confused.

"Although most of the fragments have been removed through surgery, there are still some in your body, most of which are located near your heart or inside your skull." He took out another X-ray of a human head and placed it on the viewing light, pointing to the white fragments in the skull and continued, "You can see that these fragments have penetrated into your cerebral cortex, so we can't do an MRI for you because these fragments are made of metal..."

"If we forcefully pull out the fragments it could cause bleeding in the brain."

He pointed to his bald head and said, "In this case, memory impairment and brain dysfunction are inevitable. You may have memory confusion and hallucinations, but it is not life-threatening..."

What does that mean? Am I going to have to live like this forever? What is brain dysfunction? Am I unable to speak normally or am I unable to move my body? Speaking of which, I can’t feel my lower body since I regained consciousness…

Do I have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair? Or do I have to participate in a horse race across Colombia to regain the feeling in my lower body, and then I have to fight the president of Colombia. Even if I kill the president, I will be stoned to death a few years later for removing the curse from my son... What a joke!

"One more thing," he put the last X-ray film in his hand on the viewing light and said seriously, "This is an X-ray of your upper body. I suggest you take a closer look at it now and understand your current condition." He lowered his head slightly and looked into my eyes, saying meaningfully:

"You'll have to accept it sooner or later."

As the doctor spoke, he was unaware that something was slowly approaching him. Although the light was too dim to make out, judging from the figure, it should be a woman in a white coat.

When the woman got close to the doctor's back, she skillfully took out the defibrillator and shocked the doctor's wrinkled neck. Soon, the skinny old man foamed at the mouth and collapsed to the ground.

"We got him!!" the woman who attacked the doctor shouted to the outside. She lifted the electrocuted doctor steadily to the ground from behind, then walked to the window and opened the curtain. The room became bright again, and I was able to see the woman's true face.

A beautiful young Sarkaz girl stretched lazily in front of the window, making a sweet sound of "hmm~". Her long, delicate white hair looked even more translucent in the morning light, and her fair skin was so white that one could almost see the purple blood vessels underneath in the sunlight.

When the window was opened, a gust of morning breeze blew in, bringing the unique rusty smell of medicine and blood on her body to me.

"Farlin..." I called out her name and looked at the doctor who was paralyzed on the ground, "What's going on?"

"Doctor Fa Hualin, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Several medical personnel wearing full-coverage biochemical suits came in from outside. They first greeted Fa Hualin, who waved her hand nonchalantly and said:

"Gu~ This is nothing compared to my past experiences~", she looked very playful with a slightly smug look, like a little adult, even though she could be my grandmother.

I still don't understand whether the Sarkaz people's age growth is proportional to their mental growth. If so, is Fahualin deliberately acting cute? An old lady pretending to be cute... I almost forgot that Wanbao is also very old.

Then those people worked together to take the

The elderly were carried away.

"There's really nothing we can do..." Fahualin shrugged and shook her head. "The Saint Kelsey Mental Hospital next door is connected to this place. Every now and then, a mentally ill person will escape here and disguise himself as a doctor, often causing jokes..."

"What?" I blurted out. Could something like this happen in Rhode Island? Did I just listen attentively to a lunatic explaining my condition to me? And I believed it?

"Are you mentally ill? Why can't I suspect that you are also the lunatic from next door who came here to make up the numbers?"

I thought Fahualin was quite interesting and wanted to tease her, but she blushed and tried to seriously explain that she was not crazy.

"You actually think Walawa is a mental patient?!" She was so excited that she was incoherent. She was so cute, much cuter than Wanbao and Princess Chen. She was so cute that I wanted to hug her and hold her in my arms, not in a vulgar way, but the way you hold her as a little animal.

The blood color that surged up in Fahualin when she was angry made her originally fair skin turn rosy. She pouted her lips and widened her eyes like a cat that was angry with its owner. Her deep red pupils looked like the color of pomegranate under the light.

In a way, she is more like a filbert than Queen Mother Kai. The Queen Mother is totally unlovable and gives me chills when I think of her.

"You are so cute, Fahualin..." I said casually, "If it's you, I'm willing to give my heart, because I think you are much cuter than Trescia and Amiya. You are the purest and most simple of all the Sarkaz people I have ever met, and you are the most worthy of love and respect."

"…………" Fahualin was obviously shocked by what I said. She probably didn't expect that someone would think she was more important than Tresia and Amiya, but she soon regained her usual ease and put her hands on her hips like a proud child. "Oh, haha! What? It turns out that even a foolish and short-lived person like you can perceive the charm of Walawawa~"

她又突然变得很欠揍了，让人又爱又恨，这大概就是她这人独有的魅力吧………

"When will my body be able to fully recover? You should have seen my pathology, right?" I looked at the ID card on the chest of her white coat. She is the director of the department in charge of this entire block and should have reviewed all the patient records in this block.

"It will take at least a month," she said to me in a serious tone, restraining her smile. It seemed that she was still reliable at this time. "What means did you use to drive your body to perform actions beyond its physiological tolerance? Almost all the muscles in your body that can be used have been strained to varying degrees. It's like a whole year's workload has been piled into one day..."

"I don't know... maybe I did it unintentionally when I was about to lose consciousness..." I didn't know how to explain, "Just like when a person is forced into a desperate situation, the body will burst out with incredible potential..."

"You're not going to tell me?" She could tell at a glance that I was hiding something. Her pure eyes exposed my hypocrisy. "Forget it..." She didn't delve into it. "Everyone in this mobile city has secrets, big and small, and I'm no exception. If you don't want to tell me, forget it..."

When she left, she looked back at me and said, "But you should have a general understanding of your body and know what you cannot do..." She may have wanted to say something else but after hesitating for a moment, she closed the door.

The other beds in this ward were empty, and I was the only one left... After all, no one would come to see me, and I had no relatives here...

I am more concerned about the hospital bills than my health. As far as I know, hospital beds in Rhode Island are not cheap. Do I have to continue living here?

I can't seem to leave here. Every time I think about leaving, something happens to make me stay. Maybe this is my "destiny".

What should I do? Should I escape before being discharged from the hospital?

That’s all for today.

Volume 62: Chapter Chapter Movie Watching

Unable to move freely, my only means of entertainment was to watch the old CRT TV in the corner of the ward. Although the picture on the screen occasionally shook and was accompanied by flashes of black and white snow, it was better than nothing.

A nurse who passed by said that my cell phone and clothes were all broken and unusable, which meant that I had to find a way to get wearable clothes and a communication device before I was discharged from the hospital, but where would the money come from?

I get a headache when I think about this. How about borrowing from someone I know? But I have no relatives in Rhode Island, and even Crow may not be willing to lend me money. Do you want me to call a pay phone to borrow money from Princess Chen? Asking me to borrow money from a woman... I can't bring myself to do that.

Maybe Thomas could do it? I quickly thought of another person.

Thomas was my college roommate, one year older than me, majoring in literature, and a Kuranta of Eastern descent. Because his name sounds like "Toma" and he has the habit of writing novels, everyone calls him "Teacher Thomas".

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When I was browsing Bluebird before, in addition to seeing Crow's nonsense, I also found that Thomas has developed well in his hometown in the East in recent years.

He seems to have become a professional writer, and his novel "Lost Memory" has become the hottest bestseller this year. And he himself has also made a fortune in the most prosperous industry in the East with this considerable amount of royalties.

Hua opened a bookstore in Mobile City and lived a good life.