After I got into the drama, I led the plot astray

I jumped so high that my internal organs were dislocated and all the bones in my body were broken. The tremendous pain made me lose my life instantly and soon I fell into darkness.

How nice would it be if a person’s life ended like this?

There is no pain, no sorrow, no love or hate, everything disappears like smoke and returns to dust.

But the "beeping", "buzzing" sounds in my ears, the footsteps walking back and forth, and the low voices talking are really noisy!

Why can't you let me die peacefully when I die, instead of disturbing my peace by whispering in my ears?

The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became. I wanted to shout at them to be quiet and stop making noise. Wouldn't I have peace even if I died?

Who knew that I got so excited that I actually opened my eyes!

No, I am dead, right? Why can I still open my eyes?

I looked at the snow-white wall above my head and breathed deeply.

But my breathing was not smooth. Only then did I notice that I was still wearing an oxygen mask on my mouth. No wonder it was so difficult to breathe. It turned out that I was still breathing oxygen.

I turned my head with difficulty and looked around, looking at the familiar medical instruments. Am I back to the modern era? Or am I lying in the hospital?

I was silently digesting everything in front of me when suddenly a nurse came to my bed with a notebook. She was about to record the data as usual, but suddenly she saw me staring at her with my eyes wide open. She was so scared that the notebook in her hand fell to the ground with a "pop". Then the nurse screamed: "Doctor, doctor, come quickly, the patient is awake!"

Soon, a large group of people came into the ward. Some came over to flip up my eyelids, some held a stethoscope against my chest to monitor my heartbeat, and some even took off my oxygen mask, pinched my mouth open, and checked my oral cavity.

I was dazzled by this group of people, and before they could finish the examination, I fell into a deep sleep again.

I don't know how long I was unconscious this time, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself in an ordinary ward. There were no various instruments here, and there was no oxygen mask on my mouth.

There was still an IV needle in my hand. I took a look at the medicine bottle and saw that there was not much medicine left. The nurse should come to change it for me soon.

Sure enough, not long after, a nurse came to my bed with a bottle of medicine and changed the medicine for me skillfully.

She was not surprised to see me awake. She just said to me, "You have been in a coma for too long. Many of your organs have not yet returned to normal. Don't worry. As long as you wake up, these organs will soon recover."

I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out of my throat was a "gurgling" sound, and I couldn't utter a word.

The nurse smiled and comforted him softly, "You can't speak yet. Don't worry. Rest for a while and you will get better slowly."

The nurse walked out after she finished speaking. I was the only one left in the ward, and it was eerily quiet.

This is a single room with a separate bathroom and a small balcony. There are many plants planted on the balcony. One pot of bougainvillea is growing particularly well. Its branches have climbed up to the anti-theft net. Half of the balcony is covered with bright red flowers, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Because I haven't eaten for a long time, I feel that my swallowing function is about to deteriorate, and even swallowing saliva is very difficult.

I rolled my Adam's apple, but I couldn't swallow the saliva in my mouth.

My throat was dry and astringent, and after swallowing a few times, it suddenly felt hot and painful.

I wanted to drink some water and was so anxious that tears were about to fall, but there was no one in the room, not even a caregiver.

I feel that I was so used to being served when I was in Dayu that I became a useless person who cries when I can’t even get water to drink.

I was shedding tears in sorrow when suddenly a tall, thin male doctor in a white coat, a white mask, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses walked to my bedside and asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

The voice was so gentle and charming that I couldn't help but stare at him in a daze.

The doctor probably thought my silly look was funny and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I couldn't say anything and could only stare at him fiercely.

The doctor couldn't help laughing when he saw how angry I was.

I was even more annoyed. Are all doctors of this quality so poor? How can they laugh at patients?

I was getting angry, but the doctor smiled and said, "Okay, don't be angry, just tell me what you want."

I rolled my eyes. Can I still stare at you?

The doctor slapped his head and said as if he had suddenly realized something: "Oh, by the way, I forgot that you can't speak now. Do you want to drink water or eat something now?"

After that, the doctor said angrily: "Look at my brain, isn't my question redundant? You can't speak. Let me tell you something. If you want it, can you just blink your eyes?"

I blinked in agreement.

The doctor asked, "Do you want to drink some water?"

After hearing this, I blinked my eyes so hard that I felt like smoke was coming out of my eyelids.

The doctor quickly said, "Okay, okay, stop blinking, your eyes are almost popping out. I know you want to drink some water, I'll pour it for you right away."

After the doctor finished speaking, he walked to the water dispenser, took out a paper cup from the paper cup tube next to the water dispenser, pressed a cup of cold water into it for me, thought for a moment, then pressed some hot water into the cold water, making it a cup of warm water before handing it to me.

I opened my mouth and drank slowly. Because I had lost some of my swallowing function, I drank very slowly and could not swallow more than a few mouthfuls in half a day. But the doctor did not seem to be in a hurry. Seeing that I was drinking slowly, he put a pillow behind me so that it would be easier for me to swallow while I was lying sideways.

I was drinking water when a nurse came in with a notebook. Seeing the doctor, she said in surprise, "Doctor Shen, why are you here? The dean is going crazy looking for you. The expert meeting this afternoon is waiting for you alone."

Dr. Shen's hands have distinct joints and fair skin. It's a pity to use these hands to hold a scalpel. He should play the piano.

I was drinking water and thinking about other things, and I didn't hear what the nurse said at all.

Doctor Shen pointed to the cup and said, "The patient wants some water. You feed him while I go to the meeting."

The guard quickly stepped forward and took the cup.

Seeing that Dr. Shen was about to leave, I hurriedly made a few "hmm" sounds, but my mouth was still on the cup and the water in the cup kept pouring into my mouth. I couldn't swallow in time and choked, triggering a violent coughing fit.

Seeing me coughing so hard, Dr. Shen was frightened and quickly turned around to take the cup. He said dissatisfiedly: "When I was feeding the patient water just now, the patient was fine. How come the cup of water fell into your hands and the patient choked?"

The nurse was speechless as she didn't know why I choked.

But Dr. Shen was notoriously cold-blooded and ruthless, and reasoning with him would only lead to greater dissatisfaction.

So the nurse said pitifully: "I'm sorry, Dr. Shen, I was careless, I won't do it again next time."