Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Heavenly Medicine

Once again, he awoke to a blinding white light—a white light from the top of his head directly into his eyes.He knew right away that it wasn't sunlight - it felt different.Plus, it was photographed from a very close distance.Even when he closed his eyes tightly again, the residual image of the light bulb still emerged in the darkness. He heard voices—more like whispers, and he couldn't understand a word.The voice was too soft, and separated from a certain distance, they just couldn't hear what they said clearly. He heard the clang and click of metal clashing, the tiniest sound that made him think first of the sound of medical instruments.Scalpels and those little surgical wands with mirrors on top.These images emerged from the darkness of his memory, merged with the light, and he knew it.

He was taken to a hospital, a hospital.He couldn't imagine a hospital anywhere in that scorched earth.Or had he been taken out of the scorched earth?Far away?Maybe through a plane traverser? A shadow passed through the light, and Thomas opened his eyes.Someone was looking down at him, wearing the same outlandish attire as those who had brought him here.Wearing a gas mask, or something.Big goggles.Behind the protective glass, he saw black eyes watching him.A woman's eyes, although he didn't know how he knew it was a woman. "Can you hear me?" she asked.Yes, a woman, even if that mask made her voice muffled.

Thomas tried to nod, wondering if he actually did. "This shouldn't have happened." She tilted her head back a little, and her gaze was looking away, which made Thomas think she didn't mean him, "How can there be a real pistol in this city?" ? Do you have any idea how much rust and sludge would be on that bullet? Not to mention the bacteria." She sounded very angry. A man replied, "Hurry up, we have to send him back, hurry up." Thomas barely had time to understand what they were saying as a new pain exploded in his shoulder, unbearable. He couldn't count the number of times he passed out.

Waking up again. Something was missing, and he couldn't say what it was.The same light was shining from the same spot overhead, and this time he didn't close his eyes, but looked aside.His eyesight improved and he was able to see more clearly.The ceiling was covered with square silver tiles, and a steel contraption held various dials, switches, and monitors, none of which could be read. Then an idea hit him, a thought that shocked and intrigued him so much that he could hardly believe it could be true. He felt no pain, no pain, nothing. No one stood around him, no crazy green alien coat, no goggles, no one with a scalpel in his shoulder.He seemed to be alone now, and he felt pure joy that the pain was gone.He didn't know he could still feel so good.

Impossible, it must be the effect of the medicine. He fell asleep. He was awakened by a soft voice, although the anesthesia was still there, the voice seemed to come through the mist. Somehow he knew full well that he should close his eyes and see if he could hear anything from those who had taken him.Those people apparently cured him, and also cleared the virus from his body. A man says: "Can we be sure this won't screw things up?" "I'm optimistic." It was a woman's voice this time. "Oh, as optimistic as I can be. If it's going to screw something up, it might trigger a pattern in Killzone that we didn't expect. An extra Is it possible? I can’t imagine that pattern leading him or anyone else in a direction that would prevent us from looking for other patterns.”

"Dear God, I hope you're right," said the man. Another woman spoke, her voice high and almost crystal clear. "How many of those remaining do you think are still available test takers?" Thomas sensed that the initials of the word were being emphasized—candidates?Confused, he tried to remain calm and listened. "We're down to four or five of us," the first woman replied. "Thomas is our best hope so far, and he's been quite responsive to those variables. Wait a minute, I think I just saw his eyes move." gone." Thomas dared not move, trying to stare straight into the darkness under his eyelids.It was difficult to do, but he forced himself to breathe calmly, as if he were asleep.He didn't quite understand what those people were talking about, but he was eager to hear more, knew he needed to hear more.

"Who cares if he's listening?" the man asked. "He can't understand it. No matter how much he listens, it's not enough to affect his reaction. We made an exception for him and put him in his body." It's good for him to know that all the virus is gone. Let him know that WICKED will do what it has to do if necessary." The high-pitched lady laughed, the sweetest voice Thomas had ever heard. "If you're listening, Thomas, don't get too excited, we're going to throw you back where we brought you." The effect of the drug flowing in Thomas' blood seemed to have suddenly occurred, and he felt that he was gradually merging into the illusion of "heavenly medicine".He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't.He did hear the last word, a very odd one, from the first woman's voice before he passed out.

"This will be what you want us to do."