In the early morning, Chen woke up from his sleep.
He looked at the ceiling, rubbed his eyes, and soon realized something was wrong.
It's not that something is wrong, it's that it's so wrong! What the hell is this place?
Chen sat up and looked around. There was an instrument somewhere in the room that made a beeping sound, which was exactly in time with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
He tried to move his right arm, but a stab of pain stopped him. He looked down and saw an IV tugging at the skin of his forearm. His pulse quickened, and so did the instruments, making increasingly rapid beeps.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
After being completely confused, Chen felt a throbbing in the back of his head, the kind of heart-breaking pain.
He carefully raised his left arm without an IV and gently touched his scalp with his hand, trying to find the location of his headache. Under a ball of knotted hair, he felt a hard scar. It took about a dozen stitches, and the wound was already covered with blood scabs.
He closed his eyes and racked his brain to remember what had happened.
The last scene in his memory was that he was about to kill Uchiha Yama, but the other party said something, and then he fell into a coma.
"Calm down!" Chen muttered to himself, covering his head.
Judging from the layout of the house, it can basically be concluded that this is a hospital.
After thinking for a moment, he thought of three possibilities.
First, after he fainted, Konoha Hospital was rescued by Shinnosuke who came later.
But judging from the equipment and layout of this ward, it does not look like Konoha, but more like some large hospitals in previous lives.
Second, he fell into the pupil technique of Uchiha Yama.
But this possibility shouldn't be high, because he didn't look into those eyes at all.
But then again, who can say that Mangekyo Sharingan's eye skills are good? It can be activated without the need for eye contact, and it's not like there is no such pupil technique.
Third, he was stabbed to death by Uchiha Yama and Kunai after he passed out, and then traveled through time again.
There is no TV here. If there was one, maybe Chen would turn on the TV just in time to see a man with a mustache in a suit holding a press conference and saying, "I am Iron Man!"
In short, what Chen is most afraid of is the third situation. He doesn't want to wear it again because he has too many things that he can't let go of.
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a surgical gown hurried over. He must have received an overspeed alarm from Chen's heart monitor.
His hair is a little greasy, and he has a thick beard on his chin. His eyes reflect concern through thick lenses.
"Oh, you actually woke up? God, what a miracle." The man rubbed his hands excitedly, and then explained a little apologetically, "Sorry, I'm a little excited, my name is Liu Tao, you can call me Doctor Liu."
"What happened to me? Where is this?"
"You were in a car accident and were sent to the hospital."
Car accident? Sure enough, it is no longer Shinobi World.
While Chen was still deep in thought, Liu Tao took out a piece of paper and sat down next to the bed.
"Okay, let's not talk about it for now. I didn't find anything on you to prove your identity. Let's fill in your medical history."
As he spoke, he immediately changed to a serious tone and asked, "What's your name?"
Chen thought for a while, then shook his head.
He doesn't know what the situation is now, and he doesn't know if he has traveled through time or something else. As an experienced driver with time travel experience, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he might as well pretend to have amnesia first.
Liu Tao used his penlight to check Chen's eyes. "Occupation?"
Still shaking his head.
"Do you feel any pain somewhere?"
"Headache." Chen replied, the flashlight's glare making the headache worse.
After a few seconds, Liu Tao finally put the flashlight into his pocket, then grabbed Chen's wrist and checked his pulse.
"What day is it today?"
Still shaking his head.
After asking a few more questions, Liu Tao stopped recording, stood up and comforted in a low voice, "Don't worry, the initial diagnosis is that you just have mild amnesia.
Don't move, don't get excited, just lie down and rest, you will get better and your memory will slowly recover. "
As he spoke, he asked the nurse on the side to come over with a syringe. He took the syringe and pushed the medicine into Chen's intravenous syringe.
"It's just a mild sedative to calm you down," he explained, "And to relieve pain."
After the injection was completed, Liu Tao stood up and prepared to leave. "Get some sleep. If you need anything, just press the button next to the bed."
He turned off the light and left the ward with the nurse.
Chen lay in the darkness, feeling the effects of the medicine sweep through his body almost instantly, dragging him into a deep sleep.
He desperately resisted this feeling and forced himself to open his eyes in the dark ward. He tried to sit up, but his body was like solidified cement and he couldn't move.
He turned and found himself facing the window again. Since the lights in the ward were turned off, his own shadow on the dark glass had disappeared, and the facade of a tall building occupied the core of his vision.
Chen sat up straight, his head hurting as if it was about to split open. He suppressed the heartbreaking pain and stared at the tower in front of him.
As a person who has lived in Magic City for twenty years, he is very familiar with the landmark buildings here.
Chen's head throbbed with pain. At this moment, he was sitting upright, his finger pressed on the call button beside the hospital bed. Although he had been injected with sedatives, his heartbeat was still very fast.
Liu Tao hurried back and asked breathlessly, "Are you okay?"
Chen shook his head and asked, "Am I...Magic City?"
"Very good," Liu Tao nodded, "Your memory is starting to recover."
"No." Chen pointed out the window at the majestic building towering in the distance, "I recognize that is Oriental Pearl Tower."
Liu Tao Turned on the light again, and the skyline outside the window faded. He approached the hospital bed and said calmly, "Don't worry, you only have mild amnesia. According to my diagnosis, your condition is retrograde amnesia. This is quite common in brain trauma, but there will be no permanent damage to the brain."
Seeing the patient on the bed still frowning, Liu Tao continued to comfort him, "You don't have to worry about the medical bills. The driver who hit you will pay for it for you."
Damn medical expenses, who worries about this!
"What year is it today? What's the date?"
"It's time for you to rest, I think-"
"What year is it today?!" Chen asked again, and the sound of the heart monitor became more rapid.
"Okay, relax and breathe," Liu Tao hesitated for a moment and exchanged glances with the nurse on the side before saying softly:
"I'll tell you right now, but don't get too excited. It's March 28, 2019, and you've been in a coma for almost a year..."
"..."
Chen already understood where he was. He had not traveled through time, but had returned to his original world.