The nurse treated Gao Ming very well. Besides tending to his daily needs, she read books to him every day and told him about things he cared deeply about, hoping to stimulate his memories and wake him as soon as possible.
"Why do you call me a teacher? Where am I?" His body was weak, but Gao Ming still instinctively tried to curl up, wary of everything, as though he had once experienced something terrifying.
"You've forgotten all that, too?" Surprise showed in the nurse's eyes, and she looked at Gao Ming with sympathy. "You're the mental health teacher at Xinhu No. 1 High School, as well as the doctor in the school's Counseling Room. A few months ago, you went on an outing with a second-year class and were involved in a car accident. You disregarded your own safety to pull the students out of the vehicle one by one, then used your first-aid knowledge to stabilize their injuries. But your own injuries were so severe that you finally collapsed."
"I was hurt that badly? And I could still save the other students?"
"The students suffered a violent impact. Some were bleeding and unconscious, while others were trapped in the vehicle and couldn't move. Your injuries were very serious, too. Broken bones had pierced your organs, and you had extensive bleeding in your abdominal cavity. Your brain probably thought you weren't going to survive, so it released every last bit of adrenaline in your body and shut off your pain signals. It helped you one last time, letting you finish what you wanted to do." The nurse truly admired Gao Ming. "You chose to devote everything you had to saving the others."
"Then I was pretty noble."
Hearing Gao Ming's flat tone, the nurse felt a little helpless. "You