First Player

Chapter 156 Chapter 154 · "The world and I are fine"

The smell of disinfectant spreads.

The bottle was ticking, and the people walking through the corridor were like wandering ghosts, blurred in the eyes.

In the huge ward, there were voices deliberately lowering their voices.

When the door was opened, Su Mingan raised his head and saw a stack of paper with illegible handwriting in his blurred vision.

Although he couldn't see clearly the words on it and everything was hazy, he knew it was a critical illness notice.

In my ears, the accompanying community members whispered:

"...Why did it happen like this? What should I do if I leave a child behind..."

Su Mingan raised his hand to take the piece of paper, but the hand of the community worker next to him intercepted his hand, and the pen tip signed with a "swish" swish.

Su Mingan put down his hand. The moment his vision touched his palm, the moment he saw that small hand, he suddenly realized - it was the hand of a child.

He realized that this was probably another dream - due to his daily practice, he could often wake up from dreams and rarely had difficulty recognizing dreams. While staring silently at the white walls of the hospital in front of him, he hesitated a little in his desire to wake up.

"Can I see my father?" He turned to the community members and said, using the word "father" instead of the "dad" that ordinary children use.

"Son, your dad is in good condition now. He just needs to stay in the hospital for a while." The faceless community worker gently patted his shoulder with his big hand, and his tone was very gentle, as if he was coaxing a child: "Now He needs to rest. When he wakes up and has had enough time in the hospital, can you go and see him again?"

"You're lying to me." Su Mingan said, "You clearly know that it will be difficult for him to wake up again."

Shock appeared on the faces of community members.

But in Su Mingan's eyes, they were circles of twisted black holes, accompanied by abnormal expressions, circle after circle, gradually shattering the peaceful scene in front of him.

"I clearly know that." He said, "This is the last time."

The scene in front of me is shattering and collapsing.

He looked at the gradually distorted picture in front of him, like watching a silent black and white silent film, like the picture on the TV being stained with snowflakes little by little, and then gradually returning to nothingness.

He stepped forward, stabilized the image that was about to collapse, and lifted his steps. He passed through the gradually transparent community members, passed through the snow-white walls, and passed by the silent crowd like ghosts, like a fish swimming in the sea of ​​​​people. He passed by the crowd of people wearing white coats whose faces were unclear, as if they were racing against time. , he was relieved when he walked through the door of the intensive care unit, and then saw a white bed.

Here, everything was pure white. He saw the white quilt spread on the man's body like snow. Each of the white bandages was dazzling. The lines of the electrocardiogram were erratic in his eyes. Everything seemed to have dark corners. Not very clear.

He saw the man's face, a familiar face. The man's eyelids were closed and his chest rose and fell weakly.

The man seemed to be covered in white.

Su Mingan put his hand on his, and he stood outside the hospital bed, as if he were standing in the human world. He looked at the angel wrapped in pure white, watching his life go away little by little.

In his ears, the water in the bottle was ticking. It was obviously a very slight sound, but in such a quiet environment, it seemed to be amplified countless times. Su Mingan closed her eyes and felt the temperature in her hands getting colder little by little.

Finally, he seemed to feel something and opened his eyes.

What met him was a pair of eyes that were very similar to his.

"Ming'an." The man looked at him, with wrinkles trembling in the corners of his eyes: "...you're here."

"Um."

"I lay in the ICU for a long time and thought about it for a long time..." the man said slowly: "When I rushed toward the street that day, I didn't actually think too much, and I even felt honored. But when I became like now In this way, after becoming hemiplegic and losing consciousness several times, I thought of you."

"Ming'an, dad doesn't regret his actions of saving people." He took Su Ming'an's hand and slowly rolled his hand into his palm: "But, I'm sorry, dad couldn't grow up with you."

"It doesn't matter." Su Ming'an did not withdraw his hand, but moved closer to the man. His tone was gentler than ever before: "I have grown up. In a month... no, more than two months ago, I just Enter the university gate."

"I'm very happy." The man's voice was weak but steady. He seemed to want to raise his other hand and touch Su Ming'an's face, but in the end he lacked the strength.

Su Ming'an stretched out his hand and held the man's hand with both hands, his attitude was like a pilgrim.

He put the gauze-covered hand to his cheek and let him caress it.

"I'm very happy..." The man's hand moved slightly, and his fingers moved away from Su Mingan's face without touching the entire palm, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Su Mingan remained motionless, feeling that the dreamland was collapsing.

Lucid dreams are originally constructed by people themselves. Once there are great emotional ups and downs in dreams made for oneself, it is often difficult to maintain the dream state.

He just wanted to stay here for a while before he could forcefully stabilize his dream.

"...Ming'an, you have grown into a very good person." The man said with a smile.

"I have not become like my mother." Su Mingan said: "I am very lucky. Although I have lived an extremely ordinary life all the way here, I am more suitable for this world than my mother."

"Your mother is just a little too anxious. In fact, I have tried to persuade her many times, but she can't listen. She just loves her art too much - I don't ask you to forgive her, Ming'an, but I hope her actions didn't leave too many shadows on you." The man slowly put down his hand, his tone as light as a feather:

"For us, we don't need you to be very good. As long as our children live a healthy and happy life, we will be satisfied - you see, Ming'an, just like your name, we were originally I hope you will have a smooth and bright road and a safe life. Take the high school entrance examination, college entrance examination, go to a university you are satisfied with, study a major you are satisfied with, find a job you are satisfied with, and marry... someone you like. We do not ask for it. How are your grades and how much money have you earned in your life? As long as you live a happy life, that's all."

"I'm fine." Su Mingan said.

He seemed to hear the ticking sound of the bottle getting faster and faster, like a second hand turning a little bit.

He covered the man's hand again, feeling that it was getting colder.

"Ming'an, how are you doing now? Are you satisfied with your college life? Do you have a good relationship with your roommates? What club activities have you participated in... I remember that you have been particularly fond of reading detective novels since you were a child, and those... It’s a big book. You should have a lot of time to read it now..." The man babbled: "By the way, if you have a girl you like, you must boldly pursue it. College is the happiest time for you. You must Let’s have a relationship that won’t make you regretful… I remember that the girl next to our house seemed to like you quite a lot…”

"Very good." Su Mingan looked at him: "Everything about me is fine."

"……good."

The man looked at him and laughed:

"Ming'an, this world is a beautiful place. Don't change your mind because of your mother. You have to believe... everything will get better."

The sunlight outside the window slowly fell down, casting a golden strip of light.

For a moment, the man turned his head slightly, and the skylight fell into his eyes, as if mixed with the strong emotions in his eyes.

Su Mingan seemed to see a faint smile on the man's face in his gradually blurred vision.

It's obviously a very close distance, but it's like climbing over mountains and ridges.

He was looking at the man whose whole body was bathed in light, dimming little by little.

There is a clear dividing line between heaven and earth.

Before the dream finally collapsed, he heard a man's almost silent murmur.

"...Ming'an, you have to be good."

Su Mingan looked at the pure whiteness on the hospital bed and gradually moved away from him.

He stood there, touching the back of his hand.

"Don't worry, father." He said distantly, speaking toward the light that was dimming little by little. His tone was very calm, as if he was stating something that was absolutely certain.

…him and the world.

It'll all be fine.

…

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

He felt like he was lying on the table, and the palm of his right hand was hot.

His hand seemed to be held by someone, and the other person's fingers squeezed his palm tightly, and warm energy was transmitted bit by bit.

He slowly raised his head, his vision became clearer little by little, and he saw Lolita closing her eyes and concentrating.

She seemed to have been sitting here for a long time, and her hair was stained by the light coming in from the window. She closed her eyes, and her curled eyelashes looked quiet.

When she noticed the movement here, her beautiful wine-red pupils opened little by little, and warm light fell into her eyes, which were sparkling.

"You're awake." Hui Shuhang said, but did not take away his hand: "I'm sorry, because your condition didn't look good, I rehabilitated you without permission. You can't get up and salute now. ,terribly sorry."

"...It's okay." Su Mingan looked out the window.

Outside the window is still the big square, with many people in white shirts busy. Today's square has a more festive atmosphere than yesterday. Bright yellow flags are flying on the upper floors of the building, like stars in the sky.

He felt that warm energy was passing in bit by bit, and the aftereffects of dizziness were disappearing bit by bit. Dreaming took a lot of energy, and the quality of his sleep was not as good as before, but now he was actually in good spirits.

"That's it." He let go and looked at the system time. It was afternoon now.

He slept from early morning until afternoon.

"It's rare for you to sleep for such a long time." Hui Shuhang took back his hand: "I remember in the past, you often said that you were afraid that you would suddenly not wake up, and you were always making noises and refusing to sleep."

"I'm just tired." Su Mingan responded to her.

Suddenly, he heard the crisp sound of clinking porcelain cups.

Turning her head, the little Loli was making tea with an elegant technique. The deep red water was brewing in the porcelain cup, carrying a refreshing fragrance.

"Mechel black tea produced in Xizhou is still at the temperature you always like." Hui Shuhang bowed slightly and said in a soft tone: "Please use it."

Su Mingan touched the teacup, and it felt a little cold.

But he didn't show it and drank it like it was normal.

The tea should be pretty good, at least given his status, the tea given to him should be of the highest quality. But he couldn't taste it. It felt no different from the inferior tea he drank on Zhai Xing, and it was even a little cold.

He didn't say anything, but put the tea cup back in its place.

"While you were sleeping, His Majesty issued an order, ordering me to give you the general power." Hui Shuhang took out a vermilion badge: "Since you have no magic power and cannot use space to store the ring, I helped you string it into a bracelet. To avoid the inconvenience of carrying it.”

Su Mingan looked at the vermilion badge sandwiched by a shining silver ring and heard the prompt from the system:

[Obtain·Key Items·Real Army Military Power Talisman]

[(Main Army Power Talisman): Holding this talisman can mobilize the first legion of the regular army independently, and the contribution value of the legion belongs to the holder. 】

[Survival probability: increased by 8.24%]

[Main Army Line·Future Line·Perfect Clearance Process: 30%]

…

……very good.

Su Mingan put it on his hand. The badge was shiny and there was a special film on the surface. He looked at the survival probability prompted by the system and felt that this step should be correct.

"In addition, Miss Linna has been looking for you while you were sleeping." Hui Shuhang lowered his eyebrows: "Although you have said not to let those nobles disturb you, Miss Linna has always claimed that the matter is very important. I think , it is necessary to tell you this information.”

"Lina?"

"She is the commander of the Second Legion, the daughter of the Duke of Berlin, a conferred lord." Hui Shuhang whispered: "You may not remember her. If you don't want to see her, I will take her back."

Su Mingan had a guess in her mind.

...should be a player.

People like this who come to see him under various names will without exception be players wearing a layer of character skin.

He didn't really want to see this Lina, but there was nothing particularly urgent right now.

"Bring it here." Su Mingan said.

"Yes." Hui Shuhang waved, and immediately a nightingale flew in from the window.

Hui Shuhang took Su Ming'an to a place like a reception room, and while communicating with the birds, left two cups of black tea.

"Miss Linna will be here soon." She whispered: "Allow me to stay with you."

"Okay." Su Mingan nodded.

The person who came should be a player. If you insist on taking action against him regardless of the overall situation, he is not suitable to expose his strength.

...It would be more appropriate to keep Hui Shuhang by my side.

With this thought in mind, he picked up the black tea.

There was a knock on the door, and then, an extremely rude girl wearing a complicated long skirt walked in.

She glanced at Hui Shuhang warily, and then at Su Ming'an.

"I have something important to tell you." The girl stared at Su Ming'an: "About my sister."

...Su Mingan probably knows who this person is.

"Hui Shuhang." He realized there were some words that Hui Shuhang couldn't hear: "You go out first..."

"Bang bang——!"

A dull sound suddenly sounded, accompanied by two bone cracking sounds that made people feel a little bit sore.

The girl was forced to lower her head by a sudden force, and fell heavily to her knees. A suppressed cry of pain escaped from her lips.

Standing in front of her was a little Lolita with flashing light in her hands.

"Presumptuous!" Hui Shuhang spoke, his voice was childish, but his tone was extremely solemn:

"——Facing His Highness, given your status, it is only suitable for you to kneel down and speak."