Remove all the electrocardiogram monitoring devices from your body.
Finch dragged his exhausted body around and looked at his surroundings, realizing that even before the apocalypse, he had never stayed in a hospital room that looked so advanced.
The equipment and layout of the ward were very comfortable and technologically advanced; it was clear at a glance that it was not an ordinary ward.
"Hey? Goodyear Jeff?"
Finch tried calling out twice, but no one in the ward responded.
He suddenly became anxious and rushed towards the door, wanting to leave.
But just then, hurried footsteps came from outside, and then with a whoosh, the door was opened from the outside, and the nurse and doctor appeared in Finch's field of vision, both staring intently at him.
Upon suddenly seeing so many people, Finch tensed up completely, his heart pounding with anxiety. Fortunately, his rational mind told him that these people meant him no harm.
And it must have been these people who saved him...
So he raised his hand and waved like a zombie, as if to say hello, "Hey?"
The medical staff opposite him laughed when they saw this and greeted him in return, "Hey, Finch, how are you feeling?"
"You've just woken up, you'd better sit back on the bed and let us examine you."
A doctor walked in, speaking.
Finch, who hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time, heard this and, like an obedient child or a puppet, though uneasy, obediently sat back down on the bed.
The doctor was very satisfied with Finch's cooperation and came up with the other nurses to examine him.
Suddenly, Finch asked, "Where are Goodyear and Jeff? Have you seen them?"
A nurse gently patted Finch with her large hand. "Don't worry, they've been watching over you the whole time. Jeff was just taking your dog for a walk; we've already notified them."
Hearing this, Finch finally relaxed and began the examination.
The results came out quickly.
"Your physical condition is mostly fine now, but your digestive system is severely damaged, and you will need to continue with rehabilitation treatment for a period of time."
Finch subconsciously clenched his fist, scanned the rest of the room, and, not finding his belongings, asked worriedly, "How much money do I need? I don't know if you still use US dollars..."
The doctor smiled and reassured them, "It's free; you can just stay here and rest."
"We won't bother you any longer. If you need anything, you can ask Jeff or us."
"Okay... okay, thank you." Finch watched in surprise as the doctors and nurses walked out, only then realizing that she hadn't quite figured out the situation.
But the doctors had barely left when the door opened immediately.
" Finch!"
Jeff's distinctive voice drifted in from outside the door, followed by Goodyear's sobs.
The little life that had supported him through the apocalypse rushed in at top speed and threw itself into his arms.
"Oh!" Finch caught it and excitedly stroked his old friend.
It was only then that he noticed that Goodyear was still wearing a shirt, a typical beach style shirt with coconut trees and ocean waves on it.
Looking at Jeff again, he was dressed similarly, wearing a beach T-shirt and coconut tree shorts.
It looks rather comical.
Finch couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"It seems you've had a good time while I was in a coma."
"This outfit is so much more comfortable than the hospital gown I'm wearing..."
Hearing Finch's praise, Jeff turned around excitedly, showing off his clothes. " Finch, do you also think I look good in these clothes? But the doctors always say I should wear cooler clothes and shouldn't choose this casual style."
As he spoke, Jeff ran to the cabinet in the ward and opened the cabinet door.
With a whoosh!
A huge pile of things rolled down from inside, instantly burying Jeff.
Finch stood frozen, staring in astonishment at the mountain of items piled up in front of the cabinet:
"What are these things? Why are there so many things in the cabinet?"
He took a closer look and discovered that the items ranged from dog food and batteries to clothes and groceries, even including two electric guitars and a huge collection of postcards...
They have practically everything you could want.
Why are these items, which are not only unrelated to the ward, but also completely unrelated to it, found in the cabinet?
Jeff was excited
They said, "These are all gifts! Gifts given to us by other people!"
Finch still didn't understand. "What gift?"
He picked up Goodyear and got up, then went to the cabinet to examine it carefully.
Are there any great discounts or promotions for hospitalization right now? Like free medical care and free gifts?
How could such a good thing be possible?
Finch looked at Jeff M. with a questioning expression.
The other person simply said, "These are gifts I received after the interview. The doctors said they were sent from all over the world. They are all people's blessings for you. However, there are too many gifts, and the cabinet can't hold them all, so I donated some on your behalf..."
"Wait," Finch still looked puzzled. After hearing the explanation, he had even more questions, "All over the world?"
"What does this mean? Has the apocalypse already passed? Not just San Francisco, but other countries have also returned to order?"
As Finch looked around, an incredulous thought suddenly struck him, "Could I have been in a coma for many years?"
"No, no, no, Goodyear hasn't changed much."
He took two steps back, shaking his head, and an even more unbelievable thought popped into his head, "Could it be that order has already been restored elsewhere? And I've just been stuck in the chaotic central region without realizing it?"
Finch could not have imagined this situation.
He could have escaped the apocalypse simply by leaving the central region, yet he ended up staying there for over a decade...
This idea is enough to break a person.
Fortunately, Jeff understood what he meant at that moment.
" Finch, we're no longer in our original timeline. This is another world, a world that didn't experience that solar storm, and there was no apocalypse."
Finch looked up, staring at the two cameras on Jeff's face, his eyes filled with even more confusion.
Jeff's mechanical voice sounded again, " Finch, the parallel universe theory in the Book of the World is correct. After you lost consciousness, we encountered the Mutual Aid Society, and they sent you to this universe for treatment."
Finch scratched his head. " Mutual Aid Society?"
"Yes," Jeff nodded, and recounted what had happened after Finch returned to the car. "At dusk, I suddenly spotted a convoy approaching us..."
Jeff told a wonderful story.
From initially believing they had encountered bad guys, to discovering the convoy was there to help them, and then being transported to another timeline, Jeff brought Goodyear and the Mutual Aid Society back to San Francisco, only to return to this timeline to wait for them. Then various important figures came to visit, the story spread throughout the world, and they received countless gifts and blessings...
"The medical care you receive now is the result of the efforts of the Mutual Aid Society and Mr. Taylor." Jeff finally learned about Taylor's contributions, but Finch hadn't even noticed this ordinary name.
The twists and turns of Gu Xian's story captivated him, making him feel as if he were watching a movie.
Finally, Finch couldn't help but ask, "Are you telling a new science fiction story you've written?"
This story is far too fantastical.
It's like a fairy tale.
" Finch! It's true!" Jeff said anxiously, showing Finch a photo of himself, Goodyear, and other children on the Golden Gate Bridge.
Looking at the Golden Gate Bridge in the background of the photo and the children's bright smiles, Finch gently stroked it, finally beginning to believe the story he had just heard.
"So now I'm so lucky... so lucky that someone traveled through time to save me?"
Once Finch finally accepted it, he couldn't help but have this thought pop into his head, and then he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
No matter what, it's always good to be alive.
Jeff chimed in, " Finch, you're incredibly lucky!"
" Jeff, I want to go out and see the world."
"Of course, I'll show you the way, but we can only stay inside the hospital..."
As Jeff spoke, he helped Finch to his feet and they slowly walked toward the ward, with Goodyear trailing behind on his short legs, trying his best to keep up.
Outside the ward was a corridor lined with many patients and nurses. These people would greet Finch and Jeff whenever they saw them, and many congratulated Finch on his eventual awakening.
This star-like treatment convinced Finch of Jeff's words.
They certainly seem to be big stars in this time and space now.
Having finally reached a more secluded spot, Finch looked at the quiet surroundings and suddenly asked, " Jeff..."
Are we in San Francisco in this time and space now?
"Yes, the hospital you are currently at is one of the best in treating digestive system diseases."
"After I'm discharged from the hospital, I definitely want to visit the Golden Gate Bridge in this timeline."
" Finch, your wish..."
It might not be possible.
The second half of that sentence was not yet spoken.
Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded in the hospital.
Then, people in the hospital trembled with fear, and shouts from all sides rang out:
"Quickly! The alarm is sounding! Get to the underground shelter immediately!"
"Everyone! Follow the signs immediately to areas B2, D1, F4, and H6, and enter the underground shelters inside!"
"All medical staff, immediately transfer the patient..."
The entire hospital seemed to be facing a war; everyone was in a rush, whether doctors, nurses, or patients, everyone was running.
Finch was stunned by what he saw.
He looked at Jeff: "What happened?"
Isn't this a paradise on earth?
Why does it sound like we're about to go to war?
At that moment, someone else came to remind Finch: " San Francisco is about to be attacked by monsters. Follow the instructions to the underground shelter. Don't stay in the hospital..."
After saying that, the person hurriedly left.
Seeing the panicked and anxious looks on the faces of the people around him, Jeff knew that something serious must have happened. He immediately grabbed Jeff, who was equally bewildered, and picked up Goodyear from the ground, and followed the crowd in a certain direction.
Finch only felt relieved after squeezing into the underground shelter, looking at the solid walls on all sides, and remembering that he had walked down the stairs for several minutes when he came down.
The underground shelter was crowded, and with so many people, all sorts of smells mingled together. What was even more unpleasant was the constant echoing of people talking in the basement.
"How come there are still monsters now? Haven't they been gone for a long time?"
"I thought they had been wiped out by the Plan to Nuke the Wormhole."
"Just a reminder, the right time to implement that plan hasn't been found yet."
"It's okay, it's okay..."
"Now we have mechs, and with the help of the Mutual Aid Society, the monsters can no longer land in the city."
Finch, overhearing these conversations, had absolutely no idea what the monsters they were referring to were.
He asked Jeff, only to find that Jeff didn't know what it was either.
This is where robots' disadvantage lies: they are accustomed to receiving information passively and require human guidance.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been in this time and space for so long and still not understand its basic situation.
Finch wanted to ask the person next to him, but before he could utter a sound, a voice came from the Horn on the ceiling:
"All citizens, please remain calm. This monster crisis has been reported to the Mutual Aid Society and PPDC and has received a response. PPDC Commander General Pentecost stated that this operation has the full support of the Mutual Aid Society and they will do everything in their power to prevent the monster from landing..."
Finch observed that the panicked crowd calmed down considerably after hearing the broadcast, and their tone of voice became more relaxed.
A child suddenly jumped up and shouted, " The Mutual Aid Society and PPDC's mechs will definitely take down all the invading monsters!"
"What... what is that monster? Why are we hiding here?"
Taking advantage of the brief moment of quiet, Finch asked the person next to him a question.
People around turned to look, initially surprised that someone would ask such a idiotic question, until they realized it was Finch.
Hey, Finch! Are you awake?
"How are you feeling?"
"You came from another time and space, so it's normal that you don't know the situation."
The people around him enthusiastically explained the origin of the monster to him.
When Finch heard that the monsters could reach tens or even nearly a hundred meters in size, a look of horror appeared on his face. He couldn't imagine what kind of creatures they were, let alone the enormous mechs that could fight against them.
But he quickly noticed a bright spot in everyone's words:
"Etc!"
"You just said that the monster destroyed the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco back in 2013 when it first attacked?"
Everyone nodded.
Jeff nodded.
It had only heard that the Golden Gate Bridge in this timeline was destroyed, but it didn't know why it was destroyed.
Now I know.
So that's how it is.
Only Finch stood there, dumbfounded...