Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 387 Awakening
Where am i?

Ou Yang stared wide-eyed at the snow-white ceiling, his still somewhat dazed mind a jumble of mush. His memory remained stuck on the moment before he lost consciousness, and the desperate cries of his companions still echoed in his ears.

Faintly, several different voices echoed: "Has the intravenous access been opened?"

"Dual channels have been established..."

"His condition is too complicated, and we don't have a mature treatment plan. To be on the safe side, conservative treatment is better..."

"The patient's condition is relatively stable, but there has been no significant improvement..."

"Good morning! You look great today, much better than yesterday..."

"Ugh, this is driving me crazy! Professor Zhou said you're not in a vegetative state, but why can't you wake up once you fall asleep? Are you forcing me to use some 'ultimate weapon' on you? The problem is, I don't even know what to use..."

"Brother, I've come to see you. Everyone's doing well lately, just a bit busy, so I had to represent them... There's some progress on the cruise ship issue; it's probably the Apostles' doing, but the higher-ups think they're not capable, and they might even have the US backing them... The forecast says another typhoon is coming in the next few days, everyone's on edge, except you..."

As his chaotic thoughts gradually began to sort out, realizing he was in a hospital room, Ouyang tried to call for help: "Is anyone there? Is anyone there—"

His voice was hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

A continuous beeping sound came from beside the bed. Turning my head, I saw the light on the electrocardiogram monitor jumping around, leaving a series of regular spectrums. The heart rate was 86 beats per minute and the blood oxygen concentration was 97%.

Ouyang...

This scene looks so familiar, it's extremely similar to the first scene of a classic American post-apocalyptic TV series!
His gaze shifted to the IV stand by the bed, where several empty IV bags hung. His eyes followed the IV tubing downwards and he was shocked to find the needle still stuck in a vein on the back of his hand. The backflowing blood had already congealed inside the tubing, taking up a quarter of the lower half of the tubing.

Ou Yang was immediately filled with questions: Are the nurses here really that irresponsible? His blood had already clotted and no one even helped him remove the needle... No, no matter how unreliable the nurses are, they couldn't possibly make such a big mistake. Something must have happened! Something must have happened!

In his haste, he propped himself up on his arms and sat up. But this simple action made him dizzy, saw stars, and even his breathing became rapid.

The electrocardiogram monitor suddenly emitted a piercing alarm, and the heart rate instantly soared to over 160!

At the same time, his stomach rumbled like a drum, and a strong feeling of hunger surged within him.

Ouyang was immediately dumbfounded.

It's just that I jumped up a little too fast, my heart rate shouldn't be that high, right?
He considers himself a tough guy, so how did he suddenly become a delicate and beautiful woman like Lin Daiyu?

Is such a stark contrast really necessary?

After removing the electrocardiogram clips from my body, the heart rate on the monitor dropped to zero, and the spectrum became a straight line.

Ou Yang didn't care at all. He ripped out the needle that had been stuck in his vein for who knows how long, and pressed the puncture site with concern, wondering: Will it leave a blood clot?

Once the needle prick stopped bleeding, he used the bedside table for support and tried to stand up.

Unsurprisingly, his heart started racing again, his breathing became rapid, and even his hunger joined in, violently attacking his stomach and forcing him to sit back down.

Ou Yang couldn't help but smile wryly.

Illness comes like a landslide, but recovery is like pulling silk from a cocoon. Actions that are usually so simple become incredibly difficult for patients.

He thought he had woken up because his condition had improved, but his body was so weak that there was no sign of improvement.
Even Lin Daiyu is healthier than him, okay? Ou Yang even suspected that his illness had reached an incurable stage, and the research institute had no choice but to clone a new body for him!
You can raise your arm and take a closer look; the scars left from being naughty as a child are still there.

Ou Yang couldn't help but wonder, his body was so weak, it couldn't be normal. Was it because he had been lying down for too long? Was he too sick? Or was he taking some kind of controlled drug that affected his cardiopulmonary function?
His own problems are a minor matter; the key is what exactly happened. Someone should tell him, right?

My gaze swept across the room and landed right on the window facing the hospital bed. Behind the half-drawn curtains was a familiar coastline.

That's right, it's the coastline near Zhu Yiming's villa. He's wandered around this area quite a bit and knows very well that there are absolutely no buildings of any kind here.

This includes, but is not limited to, tents, prefabricated houses, and other temporary structures.

Needless to say, hospitals are absolutely, definitely, and certainly impossible!

Moreover, the view outside the window was very strange. Upon closer inspection, it was immediately discovered that it was not a real view at all, but a screen displaying the scenery!

Ou Yang had heard Jiang Yuwei mention this thing before, so this is the underground research institute on Belling Island?

At this moment, he was not just a little bit confused.

What's going on? Why am I being made to do this here?
Ou Yang scanned the room again. The furnishings were very simple, with only a hospital bed, a metal wardrobe, and a metal bedside table.

There was a stainless steel tray on the table, containing iodine, cotton swabs, a thermometer, and half a bag of injection fluid!
Ou Yang felt thirsty, his throat moved involuntarily, and he reached out with a slightly trembling hand to carefully retrieve the injection fluid.

Looking down, I was overjoyed: 5% glucose!

He couldn't wait to bite open the plastic bag, take a big, fierce suck, and then another. The sweet taste filled his mouth, not only relieving his thirst but also nourishing his heart.

And that was it; he finished the half-bag of glucose in two gulps.

Finding that there were only a few drops left in the bag, Ouyang reluctantly held the bag to his mouth until every last drop of the syrup fell into his mouth, before smacking his lips with lingering satisfaction.

Why didn't I realize this stuff tasted so good before?

Although it was only two bites, Ouyang found that his condition had undergone a complete transformation. His hands stopped shaking, his stomach wasn't as hungry, and even his wildly beating heart had stabilized, becoming calm and strong.

So all these ailments of his body are caused by starvation?

There were also some medical alcohol and other liquids in the tray.

After carefully considering the consequences of drinking these things, Ouyang rationally abandoned the idea of ​​trying them.

I stood up again, holding onto the table. This time I felt much better. When I turned my head, I happened to see the bedside card. In addition to basic information such as my name and age, there was a line of explanation. It clearly stated that the cause of the illness was pneumonia caused by a cold and fever and a weakened immune system. It also noted that it was ordinary pneumonia, not phantom lung disease.

Well, after all, it's a place that studies Phantom Lung bacteria!
He opened the cabinet and found a neatly folded and spotlessly clean combat uniform, the very one he had worn on Saint Nor Island.

But they only had clothes, no weapons.

Ouyang immediately changed into combat gear to cover his body, which was only covered by his underwear.

His gaze then fell on the tightly closed door, and his eyes gradually sharpened.

(End of this chapter)