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In the early morning, Tatsumi woke up from her sleep.

He looked at the ceiling, rubbed his eyes, and quickly realized something was wrong.

It's not that something is wrong, but it is too wrong! What kind of damned place is this?

Tatsumi sat up and looked around. An instrument was placed somewhere in the house, and it made a beeping sound, just in time with his heartbeat rhythm.

He tried to move his right arm, but a sting made him stop. He looked down and saw that an intravenous syringe was pulling on the skin of his forearm. His pulse accelerated, and the instrument also accelerated, making more and more rapid beeps.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Tatsumi feels the back of the head There was throbbing, that kind of sharp pain.

He cautious and solemn raised his left arm without intravenous injection, gently touched his scalp with his hand, trying to find the location of the headache. Under a bunch of knotted hair, he felt a hard scar. About a dozen stitches had been sewn, and the wound had bloody scabs.

He closed his eyes and racked his brains to remember what had happened.

The last picture in the memory is that he was about to kill Uchiha Mountain, but the other side said something, and then he fell into a coma.

"Calm down!" Tatsumi muttered to himself, covering his head.

From the layout of the house, we can basically conclude that this is a hospital.

Thinking for a moment, he thought of three possibilities.

First, after he fainted, he was rescued by Shinsuke who rushed back to Konoha Hospital.

But judging from the equipment and layout of this ward, it is not like Konoha, but more like some big hospitals of previous life.

Secondly, he fell into Dojutsu on Uchiha Mountain.

It's just that this probability should not be high, because he didn't look at those eyes at all.

But again, who can say good about Dojutsu of Mangekyo Sharingan? You don't need to look at each other to start, and it's not that there is no such Dojutsu.

Third, after he passed out, he was stabbed to death by Uchiha Yamaichi Kunai, and then transmigrated again.

There is no TV here. If there is one, maybe Tatsumi just turned on the TV and just saw a moustache in a suit opening a press conference and saying: "I am Iron Man!"

In short, Tatsumi is most afraid of the third situation. He doesn't want to wear it again because he has too many things that he can't give up.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a surgical gown hurried over. He should have received an alarm that Tatsumi's heart monitor was too fast.

His hair is a bit greasy, he has a thick beard on his chin, and his eyes reflect his concern through thick lenses.

"Oh, did you wake up? God, it's a miracle." The man rubbed his hands excitedly, and then explained apologetically: "Sorry, I was a little excited. My name is Liu Tao, and you can call me Doctor Liu."

"What happened to me? Where is this?"

"You had a car accident and were sent to you Hospital."

Car accident? Sure enough, it is no longer in Ninja World.

While Tatsumi was still thinking, Liu Tao took out a piece of paper and sat down next to the bed.

"Well, let's not talk about it yet. I don't find anything that proves your identity on you. Let's fill in your medical record form."

Speaking, he He immediately changed to a serious tone and asked, "What is your name?"

Tatsumi thought for a while, then shaking one's head.

He doesn't know what the situation is, and he doesn't know whether he is wearing a soul or something else. As an old driver with transmigrated experience, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he should pretend to have amnesia.

Liu Tao checked Tatsumi's eyes with his pen-shaped flashlight: "Professional?"

Still shaking ones head.

"Where do you feel the pain?"

"Headache." Tatsumi replied, and the harsh light of the flashlight made the headache worse.

After a few seconds, Liu Tao finally received the flashlight in his pocket, then grabbed Tatsumi's wrist and checked his pulse.

"What day is it today?"

Still shaking ones head.

After asking a few more questions, Liu Tao stopped recording, stood up and whispered comforted: "Don't worry, the initial diagnosis, you just have mild amnesia.

Don't Move, don't get excited, lie down and rest, you will get better and your memory will slowly recover."

Speaking, he told the nurse on the side to come over with a syringe. He took the syringe and pushed the medicine into Tatsumi's intravenous syringe.

"This is just a mild sedative, to calm you down," he explained, "it can also relieve pain."

After the injection, Liu Tao Stand up and prepare to leave: "Sleep, if you need anything, press the button next to the bed."

He turned off the light and left the ward with the nurse.

Tatsumi lay in the dark, feeling medicine efficacy sweeping the whole body almost instantly, dragging him to sleep.

He desperately resisted this feeling, forcing himself to open his eyes in the dark ward. He tried to sit up, but his body was like solidified cement, unable to move even a little bit.

He turned and found himself facing the window again. As the lights in the ward were off, his own shadow had disappeared on the dark glass, and the front of a tall building occupied the core of his field of view.

Tatsumi sat up straight, with a headache as if he was about to split. He suppressed the piercing pain and stared at the tower in front of him.

As a person who has lived in the magic city for 20 years, he is familiar with the landmarks here.

Tatsumi's head twitched with pain. At the moment he was sitting upright, pressing his finger on the call button next to the bed, and his heartbeat was still fast despite the sedative injection in the within-the-body.

Liu Tao hurried back, gasping for breath asked: "Are you okay?"

Tatsumi shake one's head, and asked: "I am in... "

"Very well," Liu Tao nodded, "Your memory is beginning to recover."

"No." Tatsumi pointed to the magnificent building that stands tall in the distance. "I recognize that it is the Pearl of the Orient."

Liu Tao turned on the light again, and the skyline outside the window faded away. He approached the hospital bed and said calmly, "Don't worry, you just got a slight Amnesia, according to my diagnosis, your condition is retrograde amnesia, which is quite common in traumatic brain injury, but the brain will not be permanently damaged."

The patient in the looked-bed bed is still frowns, Liu Tao continued to be comforted: "Don't worry about medical expenses. The driver who hits you will pay for it."

God tm medical expenses, who is worried about this!

"How many years is today, and what date?"

"You should rest, I think--"

"How many years is today? !" Tatsumi asked again, the heart monitor's beeping more quickly.

"Okay, relax and breathe," Liu Tao hesitated for a while and exchanged glances with the nurse beside him, before whispering:

"I will tell you this, but you don't want to I'm too excited. It's March 28, 2019. You have been in a coma for almost a year..."

"..."

Tatsumi already understands where he is. He is not transmigrated, but returned to the original world.