Armed SWAT

On Christmas Eve, Manhattan, New York.

The corridor of the private hospital was silent, the sunlight filtered through the glass windows and reflected on the large glass wall outside the intensive care unit, making the walls and floor even more white.

At the bedside of the intensive care unit, a nurse stood up lightly and pulled the needle out of the patient's vein.

Although he was said to be a patient, he didn't look haggard at all.It was a very young and handsome oriental man, his jet-black hair was spread on the pillow, and his face was extraordinarily white and transparent.His eyes were closed tightly, and his face was peaceful. At first glance, he didn't look unconscious, but he seemed to be asleep.

"The situation is still the same today," the nurse said to herself, while quickly recording on the observation sheet, "in the morning...well, [-]ml of nutrient solution; at noon...what is noon? Or wait for the nutritionist to come Let’s make a decision.”

The nurse put away the pen, picked up the cotton ball soaked in physiological saline with tweezers, and leaned over to open the young man's mouth.

This is a must-do procedure every day, washing the patient's teeth with normal saline, and doing a full set of oral hygiene.

Unexpectedly, the situation is slightly different today. When the nurse opened his gums, the patient's lips closed slightly in reflex.The nurse was startled, she lost her hand for a moment, and poked the patient's lips slightly with sharp tweezers.

"what……"

The voice was low and hoarse, so light that the nurse even thought she had heard it wrong.

But then the patient's face twisted.

"Ah..." His eyelashes trembled violently. After a few seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and then closed them again.

As if he was fighting some severe pain, since then he never made a sound, just struggling silently.His eyeballs could be clearly seen rolling through his eyelids, and then his brows were tightly wrinkled, with such force that even two deep creases appeared on the wings of his nose.

The pen in the nurse's hand fell to the floor with a clatter.

"Doctor! Doctor!" She rushed to the corridor like a whirlwind, her voice trembling because of the excessive excitement: "Is the doctor there? He's awake, he's awake...the patient is awake!"

"Kevin Den is awake." Just as the plane was about to take off, an assistant suddenly walked up to him with a phone and whispered, "The doctor turned on the phone and said they organized a consultation."

Epro, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes: "What did you say?"

It is actually very strange that this kind of question comes out of Epro's mouth.

He is a man with strong understanding, never procrastinating in doing things, and a very strong psychological endurance. He never shows emotions such as surprise and disbelief to others.

Probably because of the pressure of being stared at by the big boss too much, the assistant's nose was sweating: "—KevinDen woke up, he is your adopted son, the one who has been lying in the hospital after the intracranial operation..."

Epro suddenly stood up, and everyone around him was startled, and stood up one after another: "Mr. Epro!"

"Back to Manhattan."

"What are you talking about? The people in the west are already waiting for us, if we cancel the flight now..."

"Tell them I have more important things to do."

"So, where do we go now?"

Epro strode across the cabin, and a group of people were at a loss and had to follow closely behind him.When the hatch was opened, the wind swept in, and Epro's voice was cold, as if mixed with the wind like ice slag.

"—we're going to the hospital."

This private hospital located on the outskirts of Manhattan is rarely open to the public. Most of the patients come from within the GA, and a few are important gangsters in the eastern underworld.

For safety and privacy considerations, the environment of the hospital is very quiet and peaceful, and even gives people the illusion of "this is an empty hospital" during the day.

However, this quiet environment was quickly broken by the arrival of Epro and his party.

The person in charge of the hospital personally followed Epro, holding a thick stack of brain CTs, and couldn't even pull out his hands to tidy up the crooked tie.The attending doctor had to trot to keep up with them. It was such a short distance from the elevator to the door of the intensive care unit. Poorly, the sweat on his forehead disappeared layer after layer.

"His physical condition has always been the best, the best," the attending doctor repeatedly emphasized, "even if he was bedridden for five months, his physiological functions have not been greatly affected, and his recovery process is as good as we expected. "

Epro strode across the corridor without even looking back: "What about mobility?"

"Both hands and feet have the ability to move, and all ten fingers can move freely—of course, it will take time to reach the peak reaction speed..."

"What about thinking?" Epro stood in front of the intensive care unit, turned his head and stared at the attending doctor: "Is the brain function still normal?"

"..." The doctor's cold sweat suddenly trickled down from his forehead.

Epro slammed the door open and strode into the ICU.

The whole room was white, and various instruments made beeping sounds.Several brain experts gathered around the bed, and when they heard the movement, they all stood up: "Mr. Epro!"

When Epro walked to the hospital bed, he saw Deng Kaiwen's eyes at first sight.

Because of being bedridden and unconscious for five months, his face was very pale, even a little transparent.This made the pupils of his eyes extraordinarily dark. Although his eyes were haggard, they were clear and bright.

Epro pinched Deng Kaiwen's chin with such force that he even lifted his upper body off the bed.

The assistant was terrified: "Mr. Epro...!"

Before the words were finished, Epro suddenly raised his hand, and slapped Deng Kaiwen hard!

That sound startled everyone around, Deng Kaiwen was unprepared, and was knocked down on the pillow by a palm, with a muffled bang.

"Ever since I brought you back from the Neptune that day, I've always wanted to be so vicious...for you."

Regardless of the struggle, Epro reached out and grabbed Deng Kaiwen's chin, forcing him to turn his face to look at him.

"For you, I expended my heart and soul, fearing that you would be in the slightest danger and suffer the slightest harm. In the end, you ran to Langya's gun for a man, and I didn't even have time to stop it."

Epro bent down, almost face to face with Deng Kaiwen, staring at his beautiful eyes from a close distance.

"Kevin, I shouldn't have released you from GA in the first place. It took me nearly ten years to prove this point-as long as I am soft-hearted towards you, there will be endless troubles."

Deng Kaiwen looked at him blankly. He didn't know whether it was because of the pain or the stimulation of the strong light after waking up from a coma. His beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with water, which made people's heart throbbing.

Epro gently rubbed the corner of his red and swollen lips with his fingertips, "Does it hurt?"

"..."

"When you were unconscious," Epro stood up and looked at him condescendingly: "—Kevin, I used to be in a thousand times more pain than you are now."

"..." Deng Kaiwen opened his mouth, but his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound.

Epro patted his face very gently: "What did you say?"

This action is too intimate, if it was before, Deng Kaiwen would definitely avoid it immediately, like avoiding a snake or a scorpion.But now he didn't respond, and was even a little dazed.

"--Feel sorry……"

He paused, frowning in confusion and hesitation.

"But, who is Kevin...?"

"..." Epro suddenly froze there.

"We only discovered this half an hour before your arrival," the attending doctor's voice was so low that it even trembled a little at the end, "the patient's brain function has been damaged to a certain extent, he may have suffered physical trauma, Possibly due to the psychogenic effects of the physical trauma, he may have had some degree of... dissociative amnesia."

There was a dead silence in the ward.

After a while, Epro bent down, pressed Deng Kaiwen's shoulders, and looked at his eyes at the same height.

"Kevin is your name," he whispered, "do you remember my name?"

Deng Kaiwen's brain reaction was obviously affected, and he shook his head slowly after several seconds.

"Aside from this, do you remember anything else? Anything?"

"..." Deng Kaiwen shook his head again.

Epro closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he whispered: "My name is Nathaniel Epro, you can call me Neil."

"—Neil." Deng Kaiwen repeated in a low voice, frowning tightly as if he was trying to remember something, and after a long time he raised his eyes tentatively: "What is our relationship? I mean...you are me who?"

For a moment, Epro didn't speak, just looked at him.

That gaze was very deep, as if it was just such a simple look, but also seemed to contain many complicated things.

After a long time, he smiled and said, "We are lovers."

Deng Kaiwen remained motionless, his eyes wide open.

"It's not entirely accurate to say that. The relationship between us is complicated. I can explain it to you slowly in the future."

Epro put Deng Kaiwen down, covered the blanket again, and stroked his hair carefully before turning around and staring at the attending doctor calmly: "I think we should have a good talk."

The doctor was already soaked in sweat, and his expression was so nervous that his expression was stiff: "Yes, yes, let's have a good talk."

Epro's face was as deep as water, without even looking away, he quickly passed the crowd and strode out of the ward.