The gourmet among pirates

"I'm alive?"

Mo Lin held on to the little strength left in this body and barely opened his eyes.

What caught his eye was a wooden ceiling made of pieces of wood.

Before he could check his surroundings, he felt a stab of pain in his head.

Some confused and broken memories flashed rapidly through my mind like a revolving lantern.

Sweet and sour, bitter, even...horrifying memories.

Many memories were forced into Mo Lin's mind like a mess.

The overloaded use of his brain suddenly stimulated his already seriously injured brain and sent out a strong alarm.

"What's going on with these memories? Shouldn't I be declared dead after resuscitation failed?"

Apart from the stinging pain, Molin's eyes revealed a look of confusion.

He clearly remembered that he was sent to the hospital due to a sudden stomach convulsion, and was then diagnosed with extremely advanced gastric cancer.

In the last three months of his life, Mo Lin, who had not eaten a grain of rice, had already become skinny and skinny. He could only lie weakly on the hospital bed and rely on medicine to maintain his life.

I remember that at that time, Maureen, who was going crazy with hunger because she couldn't eat, how much she wished she could have a full meal!

Even if it's junk food like fried chicken and Coke, he doesn't mind at all!

But even to the last moment of his life, his wish was not fulfilled.

In order to let him live even one more day, his ex-girlfriends ruthlessly eliminated all food intake that might cause him discomfort.

At that time, he sometimes wondered if this was God and "them"'s revenge on him.

After enduring it for three months, Mo Lin finally couldn't bear it any longer and finally passed away, leaving that world forever.

······

I don't know how long has passed.

The strange memories in Molin's mind gradually became clear.

and was quickly digested by him.

He finally figured out his current situation.

"Is this... time travel?"

Although I don’t know if I was just lucky enough to be favored by the goddess of luck and give me another chance!

But...he is still alive.

that's enough.

In the last world, the last half year of his life was like a year for him.

Even without the subsequent terminal illness, he felt that he might have passed away "unknowingly" in the early morning of some day.

In fact, he can't be blamed for what happened back then.

But·······

Hey, some things are gone as they are.

To live another life, at this peaceful age, to live another life is already blessed by the goddess of luck.

Anyway, in my last life, I was just an orphan who walked out of an orphanage.

Even if I die, I will be alone.

So there is nothing to commemorate.

As for those "ex-girlfriends", well... it's better not to recall them.

After resting for a while, Mo Lin struggled to sit up, feeling that his strength had recovered a lot.

Start to look at the surrounding environment.

This is a wooden room with less than thirty square meters of space.

The room was filled with the smell of potion, mold, and a faint smell of sea.

The arrangement of various items is relatively simple and neat, and most of the items placed outside are bound with various restraints.

In addition to the bed where Maureen was lying, there were two similar wooden beds evenly placed.

The beds were covered with a layer of white sheets.

In addition, there is a translucent cabinet filled with various things, as well as some tables, chairs and other items.

The strange thing is that except for a door, there is not even a window for ventilation in the room.

There was only a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, providing dim lighting.

"Where...where is this place?"

In "my" last memory, I clearly followed the large army and landed on the coastline of that town, and broke out into a battle with the group of pirates who were plundering the town to protect the residents of the Ouikot Kingdom.

How come I am here in the blink of an eye?

Just when Mo Lin was extremely confused.

Squeeze!

The wooden door, which was not too narrow, was opened from the outside, making a harsh and unpleasant sound.

What walked in was a short, fat, bald, middle-aged man in a white coat, dressed like a doctor.

The bald doctor walked into the room with a bunch of things and was stunned subconsciously when he saw Maureen sitting on the bed and waking up.

Then he came back to his senses, with a look of relief on his face.

He threw a bunch of things in his hands onto the wooden bed near the door, walked quickly to Mo Lin's bedside in two steps, and said excitedly:

"Thank God, you finally made it through. If something happened to you, it would be hard for me to explain to Major General Nelson."

Looking at the short and fat figure in front of him, the memories in Molin's mind surged.

"Are you Dr. George?"

The short and fat Dr. George was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "Good boy, you still remember me!"

A simple title made Dr. George's impression of Maureen improve a lot.

In Mo Lin's memory, Dr. George was the garrison physician of the 13th branch of the East China Sea Navy. Although his medical skills were not particularly high, he was considered a rare talent in a sea where medical personnel were scarce.

Coupled with the special nature of the profession of doctors, under normal circumstances, no one wants to offend them.

After all, injuries and illnesses are common things in this ever-changing sea.

In this case, you will find out how serious the consequences of offending a doctor who may be ready to treat you are.

Of course, Maureen and Dr. George had only met a few times.

The reason why he could remember George's name was because of the striking Mediterranean hairstyle.

I don’t know if it’s the familiarity brought by this body’s memory.

Mo Lin subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, Maureen asked: "Dr. George, where is this? Why am I here?"

"Uh!" George frowned when he heard this. He looked at Molin solemnly and asked, "Don't you...don't remember what happened?"

"what happened?"

Looking at Maureen's face that didn't look like she was lying, Dr. George took a breath, picked up a writing pad with a frown, and quickly wrote down on a piece of paper.

[The patient has lost part of his memory before the injury. Based on the judgment of the brain wound, the following possibilities are drawn: ]

[1: The patient’s brain nerves were damaged, resulting in damage to the memory system! 】

[2: The patient's mind may not be able to withstand the blow, leading to subconscious forgetfulness, sealing part of the self-memory, and the possibility of suffering from post-war stress trauma syndrome. It is recommended to observe in depth! 】