The fat man was put into a hazmat suit and carried onto a stretcher, then quickly evacuated.

The fat man's whole body ached as if it had fallen apart, and he couldn't move at all, so he could only let them handle him. After being tossed around by these people, the fat man's last breath was probably about to be released.

The fat man fainted again shortly after being carried onto the stretcher.

…

Clouds filled the sky, and a heavy rain was coming. The ward was a bit dim.

This was the high-end VIP ward of a private hospital, an area providing medical services for wealthy tycoons, political elites, and social celebrities. The medical staff here were all highly paid experts in various medical fields. To ensure the safety of patients, a group of professional security personnel was also hired. Not even a fly could get in.

The highest-end medical services were only for a very small number of people. Most of the rooms in the VIP ward were empty, and only a few rooms were occupied. These rooms were far apart from each other, so they did not disturb each other. Moreover, one patient often had several caregivers taking care of them in shifts, and one could generally judge the patient's social class and the social wealth and privileges they held from the number of caregivers.

When the fat man woke up again, he found himself lying on a large, clean bed with fluffy mattress.

The fat man felt that his head was very heavy, and he couldn't remember what happened after he fainted.

The fat man slowly opened his eyes, trying to adapt to everything in front of him. His vision had become problematic due to prolonged coma. Everything he saw, whether near or far, had double images and was blurry.

The ceiling was pale white, the curtains were beige, the handrails around the walls were painted with sky-blue paint, and the clouds in the sky outside the window were gray-black.

What the fat man recovered first was his sensitivity to colors. Slowly, the fat man's eyes adapted to the surrounding environment, and his vision became much clearer.

The fat man wanted to turn over, but he felt as if hundreds of pounds were pressing on him, making him unable to move. He struggled to control the movement of his hands and feet, while muttering unclearly (as if gritting his teeth and struggling).

The patrolling nurse heard a "creaking" sound coming from the ward. At first, she thought it was a mouse, so she followed the sound until she found the fat man's ward, and then realized that the patient was awake.

When the little nurse saw the fat man shaking on the bed like he was having an epileptic seizure, she thought he was dying and turned pale with fright, hurriedly calling the doctor: "Doctor! Doctor! The patient in room twenty is dying, please come and take a look."

The fat man was supposed to have someone to look after him, but the person who was looking after him had something to do temporarily and went out for a while, but in this short period of time, the fat man suddenly woke up.

The resident doctor rushed to room twenty and saw the fat man's condition, and did a careful examination of him. Finally, he confirmed that the little nurse had "falsely reported military intelligence". The patient was not in critical condition, but had been in a coma for a long time. After waking up, his brain and body were not yet adapted and uncoordinated, which was a normal phenomenon.

The doctor took the fat man's hand and said to him, "You've been in a coma for a long time. It's normal to feel uncomfortable when you first wake up. Don't worry, take your time."

After hearing the doctor's words, the anxiety in the fat man's heart instantly vanished. Just now, he thought he couldn't move because he had high paraplegia, so he had to overcome his physical discomfort and move around to prove that he was not paralyzed.

Although the problem with the fat man's throat muscles prevented him from saying clear and complete words, he responded to the doctor's comfort with his eyes.

Seeing that the fat man could correctly understand what he was saying, the doctor pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, turned his head and said to the little nurse: "The patient is fine, he's awake. Notify his caregiver and family - hey, where's his caregiver? Why is the patient unattended?"

"Room twenty..." The little nurse flipped through the register, checking the registration information line by line, "The patient's name is Shi Chuan. Mr. Shi Chuan's caregiver is his friend, named Jennifer. His family did not hire a caregiver for him."

The doctor didn't care whether the fat man had a caregiver or not. He said to the little nurse, "Okay, it's fine as long as he has a caregiver. You contact this person named Jennifer and tell her about the patient's condition."

"Then let's do that for now. Tell the caregiver not to let the patient have any excessive behavior. After you go to work tomorrow, wait for the professor to give the patient a detailed examination and issue a report."

With that, the doctor strode out of the ward.

The little nurse watched the doctor leave with an apologetic expression. She had made a big mistake just now, making a fuss without understanding the situation, and causing the doctor to come for nothing.

Since the doctor had given instructions, she should complete the task.

The little nurse took out her mobile phone and dialed the phone number left by Jennifer in the register.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

After three long waiting tones, the call was connected.

The little nurse cleared her throat and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Hello, are you Ms. Jennifer?"

After hearing an affirmative answer from the other side, the little nurse continued, "This is the case. Mr. Shi Chuan is awake now. Because he was in a coma before, he is now inconvenient to move around after waking up and needs someone to take care of him. Is it convenient for you to come over?"

The person on the other end of the phone was very excited when she heard that the fat man was awake, and kept repeating "I'll be right over", "I'll be right over", and then hung up the phone in a hurry.