"Hey, the balcony upstairs fell down!"

"There are people below!"

"Oh my God! It hit someone. The man just pushed the child around him out and was hit by himself!"

"Save people quickly and fight one or two zero!"

There was a mess around, and Jing Yuming half-opened his eyes in the rubble, looking at the little girl crying three meters away. His eyes slowly solidified, and he felt his consciousness gradually dissipating.

I have lived a cowardly life for more than 30 years, but unexpectedly, I will be like a hero when I die.

This inexplicable thought flashed through my mind, and Jing Yuming's face struggled to pull out a smile, and then his eyes went dark.

...

It was very uneasy in 1998, and many major events happened internationally and domestically.

International events are too far away for ordinary people in Qingjiang County, northern Hebei Province, China, and their lives have not actually changed any substantial changes.

But 1998 was the most difficult year for the Jing family.

This year, Jing Wansheng encountered great trouble in business.

He owed 900,000 yuan on credit, but the boss who owed the debt ran away.

In 1998, 900,000 was an astronomical figure, which was also Jing Wansheng's entire property for more than ten years of hard work in business, and even had more than one hundred thousand in debt.

The Jing family immediately became a wealthy family from a young age.

To make matters worse, something happened to Jing Wansheng's son.

Their son Jing Yuming successfully entered the Qingjiang County No. 1 Middle School in the county for the high school entrance examination, but went out to play with his classmates the day before the start of school. Unfortunately, he was injured in a car accident and had been in a coma in the hospital for eight days!

...

It was 5:30 pm, and the remaining power of the autumn tiger was still there. People tried to stay in a cool place. They should avoid sunlight as much as possible if they could not be exposed to the sun.

The Qingjiang County First People's Hospital is rare and a few people are sparse in the hospital hall.

Under the afterglow of the scorching sun, Yao Jia hurried into the hospital hall with her long legs and the sun.

Yao Jia is tall and long, has a beautiful face, and has a slender figure and a windy walk. Her hair that is tied into a single ponytail quickly shakes left and right along with her hurried steps, sweeping over the dark wheat-colored skin between her neck. Her thick hair envys the bald head who has not yet grown old.

After climbing to the third floor of the inpatient department with a familiarity, Yao Jia stopped.

She took a few breaths to calm down the breath caused by the rapid movement, then took out a beige handkerchief with small flowers, picked out a clean corner, and carefully wiped off the fine sweat beads that were oozing out of her forehead.

After a minute or two, when the breath stabilized, Yao Jia slowly walked to the door of the ward at the innermost part of the right hand of the stairs, knocked it lightly twice, and then slowly pushed open a gap.

The miracle of expectation did not happen, and Jing Yuming was still lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed.

Beside Jing Yuming, Lin Xiu was giving Jing Yuming a familiar massage.

Hearing the knock on the door, Lin Xiu turned his head and looked over. Seeing that it was Yao Jia, there was a kind smile on his face and said softly: "Jia Jia is here."

"Well, Aunt Xiu, how is Brother Ming today?" Yao Jia walked into the ward and swept over Jing Yuming with concern. Seeing that he was still ignorant, he felt sad.

Including today, Jing Yuming was in a coma for eight days.

It has long exceeded the best time to wake up as the doctor said.

The possibility of him becoming a vegetative person who cannot wake up is getting higher and higher.

"It's still the same." Lin Xiu sighed slightly, feeling tired of accepting his fate, but his hands kept moving, and continued to give Jing Yuming a muscle massage.

Yao Jia looked at Jing Yuming's thin face and whispered: "Brother will definitely wake up!"

A bitter smile appeared on his face, Lin Xiu pursed the corners of his lips, kept moving his hands, and nodded heavily.

I will wake up, my son will definitely wake up!

Yao Jia also fell silent. She didn't know what to say. At this time, any words were powerless.

"Jia Jia, don't have to come every day, it's so hot." Lin Xiu looked for a conversation.

"It's okay, Aunt Xiu, I'm also in military training anyway, and I'm off school very early every day." Yao Jia said softly, her eyes staying on Jing Yuming's face.

"Wake up, brother Mingming." The girl prayed in great devoutly, "As long as you wake up, even if you call me Hei Niu again, I won't be angry."

Then, she felt like she had seen a miracle.

Jing Yuming's fingers seemed to move.

Blinking in disbelief, Yao Jia stared at Jing Yuming's fingers and said anxiously: "Aunt Xiu, Aunt Xiu, Mingming's brother's fingers seem to have moved a little."

This sentence seemed to have a special magic power. Lin Xiu looked up and looked at his son's hand in disbelief.

Not an illusion!

She saw it too!

Jing Yuming's fingers were indeed twitching slowly.

"Mingming, Mingming!" Lin Xiu was excited, and her son's nickname kept shouting, tears rolled down her eyes.

Yao Jia opened her eyes wide, watched Jing Yuming's eyelids tremble, and slowly opened her eyes.

Oh my God, my brother is really awake!

Joy turned into tears, filling Yao Jia's eyes, making her eyes blurred.

Jing Yuming felt that he gradually became conscious from the chaos, and the scene in front of him became clearer.

"mom?"

At first glance, Jing Yuming couldn't believe his eyes.

His mother Lin Xiu died of overwork and illness when he graduated from college.

But the haggard but young face in front of me was so vivid that Jing Yuming doubted whether he had hallucinations.

I'm still dreaming?

Will people dream after suffering severe damage to their heads?

For a moment, Jing Yuming had not yet come to his senses.

"My clear, Ming clear, you woke up and scared your mother to death!"

The depressed emotions burst out over the past few days, and Lin Xiu held his son's arm and cried in tears.

Jing Yuming looked at his mother who was leaning over and crying, and swept across the room blankly.

The walls of the room are painted with white ash, and there are also pieces of them falling off. The lower part is painted with light green, and the mortar inside is also exposed in many places.

There is a simple handmade wooden table on the left, with a bunch of things placed on it; the ceiling fan is squeaking and shaking, making people feel like they are about to fall off immediately.

White curtains hung on the windows on the south wall to block the invasion of sunlight, but not to stop the heat from rising.

There are several big red characters on the curtains: Qingjiang County Hospital.

Hospital?

Qingjiang County Hospital?

Jing Yuming's face became even more confused.

"Brother Ming?"

Hey, the black girl next to her also looks familiar.

seem……

Mom, Hei Yatou, Qingjiang County Hospital.

This scene seems familiar.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Jing Yuming's mind, and the word "time travel" jumped out.

Is this back to the year when I was in a car accident as a teenager?

The memory was surging like a tide. Jing Yuming felt that his mind seemed to be a pile of mucus. For a moment, he couldn't even say a word.

After Yao Jia was briefly lost, she cheered, walked around Lin Xiu, approached Jing Yuming's face, grabbed his shoulder, and the smile on her face almost overflowed: "Brother Ming, you are awake! How are you feeling now?"

"I...fortunately, you are...Yao Jia?"
Chapter completed!