Chapter 73: Going Home

When Oliver woke up, he was greeted by soft light and the familiar structure of the room, and he was back in the medical room near the captain's room.

His entire being was still in a very confused state, even his memory was disconnected, and he couldn't even somewhat recall what his name was or why he was unconscious. Habitual vigilance made him look around: very familiar surroundings, a bottle of saline dangling from the back of his hand, and some heartbeat and brainwave monitoring devices strapped to his body ...

Oliver thought for a moment that this familiarity gave him a little warm feeling of security, but still couldn't find his memories.

He frowned and tried hard to recall, his subconscious mind was still full of dangerous information that kept him calm for a long time.

Suddenly, a large wave of information swarmed from the depths of his mind. His brain hurt violently, as if someone had taken an awl and turned it inside, even his endurance could not hold back and he directly yelled out, "Ah!!!"

This yell immediately caused two soldiers as well as three nurses to push open the door and rush in, one of the soldiers was none other than James.

James was still wounded on his leg, but insisted on coming to stand guard. He said with half surprise and half concern, "Captain, you're awake! What's wrong? Hurry up and call a doctor, doctor!"

Oliver had stopped yelling and gritted his teeth to endure it stiffly, bean sweat kept rolling down his forehead. With the intense pain, he felt his memory was slowly returning, and he began to remember some things.

A doctor rushed in and injected a shot into Oliver's body, a mixture of painkillers and sedatives. After a long time, Oliver felt much more comfortable and his eyes were staring straight ahead.

"... Recognize this number? Can you see it?" The doctor held out two fingers and put them in front of Oliver's face.

He nodded slightly, but was so weak at the moment that even the act of nodding took all his strength.

The doctor tested a few more questions on him and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "There should be no more problems, the captain is in the process of recovery ..."

"At the beginning, his brain waves were very disturbed, there is a risk of becoming a vegetable or amnesia, but now it seems that there should be no major problem ... his chest as well as his legs had been traumatized, however, the wounds are not very deep, and did not hurt the vital position, not a major problem. "

"... and also the lungs also suffered a little dark injury, should be the loss of pressure caused by the dismemberment of the spacesuit, rest a few weeks will be fine."

The doctor explained in detail several times, James and a few other military personnel before they breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly picked up the phone and called a few people who cared.

That was all Oliver heard. He felt the pain fade away, the consciousness in his head began to become active, and his breathing started to become smooth.

Although his brain was still relatively stiff, he could already start thinking about some simple issues.

"I'm ...Oliver! I'm alive! It's good to be alive ...!"

He still had some vague memories before he passed out, and it should be the other members of the expedition that rescued him.

James limped over to Oliver's bed and he said, "Captain, Captain! Do you still recognize me?"

Oliver smiled and nodded again, he was so weak that it was difficult to make a sound.

"Boy, quickly give the captain to say thank you, people put their lives to save you out!" In James's pushing and shifting, a young lad was pushed over, it was none other than medic Mitchell.

He was lucky to be in a coma the whole time, and only got a glimpse of the thrill of the process on the spacesuit's monitor.

If there was no Oliver, after he was hypnotized, he would certainly have walked to the meatball, in short ... what will happen is not known

In a word, his life was saved by Oliver's desperate efforts!

"Captain ..." every thought of that image, Mitchell is also a burst of backlash. That disgusting ball of flesh to get people over what? Think about is a burst of goose bumps.

In that dangerous situation, save him is the love, do not save him, there is nothing to say. He was very touched, but the word "thank you" could not be said ...

The grace of help, so "thank you" a word, is too light!

He suddenly straightened his back and solemnly saluted: "Captain, anyway, I do not say pretentious ... later my life is yours!"

"Good!" James heard quite satisfied and shouted.

Not only Mitchell's life, their lives, but also the captain fought to save!

"Well, the patient needs to rest, what are you yelling about here? Get out first, get out ..." a female nurse heard James' yelling and hurriedly came over, she said very unhappily.

James and Mitchell both giggled and nodded hastily, dropping only the words, "Get some rest, Captain, and call us if you need anything! We're at the door."

Oliver also smiled, in fact, this kind of thing, there is nothing to be grateful or not ... the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, if you can save people but not to save, he has no way to forgive himself.

Moreover, he had a windfall, picked up a round ball! He always had a feeling that that little ball was very important to humans ...

He stared up at the ceiling, and with it came unimaginable exhaustion.

Then, he fell into sleep again ...

"Mom?" I think he dreamed of his mother!

Oliver was also raised from a fertilized egg, and theoretically had parents. But this fertilized egg, selected from the human gene pool, strangely enough, his parents' information was somehow lost!

He dreamed of his surrogate mother, the short-haired, arched-browed, and smiling woman from whose womb Oliver was conceived and in whose arms he grew for ten months, ten months after which they were separated.

Because of his young age, Oliver has only very vague memories, even if he has an amazing memory. He just remembers that his mother always liked to hug him and smilingly say the words, "Sleep, sleep, wake up and you won't be tired."

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, wake up and you won't be tired ..." Each time, he kind of drifted off to sleep.

After he grew up, he also tried to find his mother, but no matter how to look for her, she disappeared from the earth as if she had evaporated. His biological parents' information was lost, and even his surrogate mother was missing. The whole thing seemed very strange, I don't know if it was done intentionally by the United Government, or for some other reason ...

"Sleep, sleep and wake up to have strength ..." said the mother in her dream.

...

I don't know how long it took, but Oliver suddenly opened his eyes, yawned, and subconsciously wiped away the teardrops at the corners of his eyes. Slowly propped himself up, this time with little headache symptoms, after this sleep, he felt his mental condition much better.

Oliver heard a few people whispering at the door, "How is it, has the captain woken up? It's been 24 hours of sleep, is there really no problem?"

"Just sleeping ... not in a coma, I just checked. You do not need to worry, all the physical indicators are also recovering very well." A nurse spoke out.

Hearing this, Oliver coughed lightly and said hoarsely to the door, "... I'm awake, you guys come in."

Hullo, a large group of people squeezed in through the door, there were ruling officials, and a large group of scientists!