The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 854 The Last Patient

Time will pass every minute.

Forty-eight hours have passed since the beginning of "treatment".

Happily, within 48 hours, there were no new cases.

What is disturbing is that Zhou Yang and the children have reached their limit.

However, there are about a hundred patients waiting.

the more you hope, the harder you fall.

The expressions of the patients were a little anxious.

They'll be here soon, don't let Zhou Yang fail.

Someone may ask, the consciousness is also tired?

Recall, what would it be like if you dreamed all night?

Is it going to be exhausted?

This is how Zhou Yang and the children are.

The upper limit of the simultaneous accommodation in the hall reached 500 people after two consecutive increases.

This is the limit.

And after Zhou Yang split three thousand clones, there were only three thousand groups.

You know, no matter how powerful Zhou Yang is, he is only an intermediate male god.

His consciousness is divided into three thousand parts, and the intensity is so great that one can imagine.

Therefore, in the consciousness of many patients, Zhou Yang cannot kill the Quartet.

Can only eat away step by step.

The speed is significantly slower.

The children in Class 8 are approaching the critical point more and more times.

More frequent.

Zhou Yang had to let the girls quit first and take a long rest.

In this way, more than 20 new troops are equivalent to two shifts.

People are even more stretched.

When the treatment lasted for the fortieth hour, more than 20 students all dropped out.

Enter the rest state.

The children looked pale, their lips were pale, and their heads were sweating profusely.

I had this dream for forty hours.

I can't stand it on anyone.

On the big screen, thousands of Zhou Yang's consciousness clones continued to work hard.

After a two-hour break, a group of boys volunteered to enter the consciousness again to assist Zhou Yang.

Finally...the last patient remained.

The girls clenched their teeth and persisted, connecting to the consciousness layer.

"The last patient, we have to fight side by side with Teacher Zhou!"

This is what all children think.

Forty hours of "fighting" seemed to the children as years gone by.

They have seen all kinds of consciousness layers, consciousness bodies that are too weird to imagine...

A few students even "sacrifice" in the middle.

Although Zhou Yang was present and scientific researchers cooperated, the link was disconnected at critical moments.

However, at the moment of death, the impact on the children was huge.

A thing called trust arises from the bottom of their hearts.

On one occasion, Chen Hudong and Lu Shanhe evacuated to rest at the same time.

The two hurt friends did not tease each other, but clasped their hands tightly.

"It wasn't you who blocked me just now, I guess it would be dead!" Chen Hudong said.

Immediately before retreating, Chen Hudong was frantically besieged by a group of consciousnesses.

Seeing that he was about to "sacrifice", Lu Shanhe stood in front of him and withstood all the attacks.

"You're welcome, everyone, brother!" Lu Shanhe smiled.

"Yes, everyone, brother!" Chen Hudong was slightly agitated.

What is deadly friendship?

This is!

This has nothing to do with reality or consciousness.

Only related to emotion itself.

...

"Attention all, the treatment is about to be completed!" Professor Li said loudly.

On the screen, three thousand Zhou Yang quickly merged.

Finally changed back to the body.

There are only a dozen of the patient's consciousness left.

Seeing it will be done.

Zhou Yang's consciousness suddenly burst out with a dazzling light.

Like a nuclear bomb.

The last enemy was wiped out.

"It's over!" The top person in charge on the scene leaned on the chair and took a long breath.

Eight thousand one hundred and twenty cases.

Nearly forty-eight hours of continuous treatment.

This intensity is beyond imagination.

On the other end of the dedicated communication line with Beijing Unicom, the big guys also nodded and expressed their condolences.

The audience cheered.

The children also hug each other.

Wang Zihui and Yan Xiaochen hugged and kissed.

"Long live the male **** army!" Lu Shanhe shouted thickly.

"Long live!"

"The male **** army, invincible!"

The children's emotions were mobilized, and they were crying out of emotion.

"Lao Zhou hasn't come out yet!" Wang Zihui suddenly reminded.

Only then did the students react.

Zhou Yang is still in the consciousness of the last patient.

"Report! Add a new case!" With an anxious cry.

Two staff members ran in pushing a flat car.

"what?"

Seeing the people on the flat car, Yun Siyu was stunned.

"Sister Xiaoman?"

The students in Class 8 were also taken aback.

Take a closer look, isn't it Cheng Xiaoman?

"There is a new case in the First Hospital, request treatment!"

"Zhou Yang hasn't come out yet, connect!" The person in charge of the scene said immediately.

"Go, let's help Teacher Zhou!" Yun Siyu shouted, and the students responded.

Cheng Xiaoman's consciousness was repaired by the students.

This kind of relationship prevents children from sitting on the sidelines.

Soon, more than 20 students connected to the instrument and went to sleep again.

...

"Zhou Yang, wake up!"

There is a voice calling.

Zhou Yang lifted his heavy eyelids.

After clearing the consciousness of the last patient just now, there seemed to be something wrong.

But... is Song Yuna?

Yes.

Song Yuna was in front of her.

Xiao Tianhou looked at him anxiously.

"I... it's okay!" Zhou Yang rubbed his groggy head and sat up slowly.

Looking around, Zhou Yang was a little confused.

Shouldn't he be in the hall?

This is obviously home.

"Yunya, what happened?" Zhou Yang shook his head, his face full of confusion.

Song Yunya whispered, "You don't remember anything?"

"Remember what?" Zhou Yang was also dizzy. "Am I treating nightmare patients?"

Song Yunya shook her head, tears falling.

"Zhou Yang, it has been a year since that incident!" Song Yunya said softly.

what?

Zhou Yang frowned.

"Zhou Yang, at the end of the treatment of a patient, your consciousness became disordered, and then you were in a coma!" Song Yunya wiped off her tears, "The doctor said that you are going to become a vegetable, but I am not convinced."

"From that day on, I have talked to you every day and read to you, I hope you can wake up."

"God has eyes, and finally woke up!"

After speaking, Song Yunya fell on Zhou Yang and wept bitterly.

It seems to vent the grievances of the past year.

Zhou Yang hugged Song Yunya subconsciously, unable to say a word.

The memory of the last patient treated is still very clear.

It just seemed that there was a momentary disconnection.

Could it be... I was really in a coma for a year?

"I want to walk!" Zhou Yang patted Song Yunya on the shoulder.

The latter burst into laughter: "Okay, I'll accompany you!"

...

"Look, this is the tree I planted on the day you went into a coma last year. It's so tall now!"

In the courtyard of the manor, Song Yunya was pushing a wheelchair and talking with Zhou Yang while walking.

Mother Zhou was sitting on the swing chair in front of her with a dull expression, accompanied by a caregiver.

"My mom...what's wrong?" Zhou Yang was stunned.

"You fell into a coma, and Auntie was hit so hard that she became like this!"