Teresa smiled and waved her hand, saying, "Of course, I'll get you some water right away." She stood up and patted the doctor's shoulder, smiling as if giving him a task, "Mike, please help me check Henry carefully and make sure he's okay."
The doctor named Mike was startled by the unexpected pat, and his body trembled, and his glasses almost slipped off. He hurriedly held the frame of his glasses, and after coming to his senses, he sighed helplessly, "Okay, okay, I get it." His tone was full of helplessness, but the familiarity between his eyebrows showed that he was obviously accustomed to Teresa's behavior.
Teresa nodded with satisfaction, turned and walked to the door, leaving a brisk word, "Henry, wait for me for a while, I'll be back soon." After that, she walked out of the room with light steps.
Mike looked at her back as she left, shook his head helplessly, then turned to Perry, picked up the medical equipment beside him, and walked over slowly. He looked down and flipped through the medical records in his hand, his tone was a little teasing and familiar: "Hey, you are really a troublesome person. Last month, you were hospitalized for a cut hand, and the month before that, you had a stomachache. Now you are in a coma for unknown reasons and have been lying there for a whole week. Counting back, um... it's only been a few months since you broke your leg?" Perry felt helpless when he heard these "glorious deeds". He scratched his head and smiled lightly: "Really? I didn't realize I was so 'misfortunate'. It seems... well, my luck is really not that good."
Mike looked up and raised his eyebrows at him, with obvious disbelief in his eyes: "How can this be explained by bad luck? I think you should just go and pray to the goddess of luck, maybe it can improve." He paused, looked up and down at Perry again, sighed and said, "But to be honest, you are lucky this time. You can wake up after being in a coma for a whole week. It's really surprising."
Perry shrugged, trying to change the subject, and said helplessly: "Is that so? I don't think I'm that lucky. Just now... it wasn't an easy experience to be in a coma anyway."
Mike was slightly stunned when he heard this, as if he noticed the strangeness in Perry's words. He asked curiously, "Strange, aren't you always optimistic? Why do you suddenly become so negative?"
Perry's heart tightened, his eyes flickered slightly, and a forced smile appeared on his face: "Really? I think I'm still the same, nothing special." He tried to hide his uneasiness with a calm tone, but the subtle change in his tone still made people hear a little reluctant.
Mike looked Perry up and down, frowned slightly, and then reached out to touch Perry's forehead, as if to confirm something. He said with a hint of doubt: "No fever, are you really Henry? Usually when you see me, you always mock me for being a doctor. What happened today, my brother?"
Brother? ! Perry's mind exploded instantly, he stared at the man in front of him in disbelief, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak. This person turned out to be Henry's brother?
He didn't know anything about Henry's identity, and he was even more at a loss at this moment. After a brief moment of daze, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, still using the excuse he had used over and over again: "I... I have amnesia, and I don't remember a lot of things."
Mike was surprised, and his serious expression suddenly relaxed. Then, he burst into laughter, and his shoulders shook. He covered his stomach, and his voice almost echoed throughout the room: "Amnesia?! Are you serious? Hahahaha! Henry, you are so good at making trouble! No wonder you haven't contacted your family these days! If Dad knew about this, he would definitely laugh to death at you!"
Perry scratched his head awkwardly, feeling very weak. He looked down at his fingers, praying that this conversation would end quickly. He coughed dryly and tried to speak calmly: "Um... can you check it quickly?"
Mike laughed so hard that tears came out. He wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand and shook his head helplessly: "Okay, okay, okay, really, even amnesia can happen to you, I don't know how lucky you are." He restrained his smile a little, took out a stethoscope from the bag next to him, and motioned Perry to lie down.
"Relax, don't be nervous." Mike's tone finally became serious. He put the stethoscope on Perry's chest, frowned slightly, and listened carefully to the rhythm of the heartbeat, as if he was trying to identify something abnormal. After a while, he stood up straight, took out a small flashlight from his pocket, and gestured to Perry: "Look at my fingers, don't blink."
Perry cooperated obediently, the beam of the flashlight swept across his pupils, and Mike observed his reaction intently. After the examination, Mike asked Perry to open his mouth, looked down at his throat and gums, and even touched his jawbone. "Well... there's nothing wrong with your throat, and your gums aren't swollen. It seems that you're in good physical condition."
During the examination, Perry remained silent, but his mind was churning. While thinking about how to get more information about Henry from the man in front of him, he tried to maintain his image of "not knowing anything".
"Okay, basically there is no big problem." Mike put the stethoscope and flashlight back into the bag, stood up, patted Perry on the shoulder, and brought back a hint of ridicule in his tone: "But your amnesia is really... ridiculous. Seriously, Henry, how did you do it? Did you hit your head? Or was it stimulated by something? I really want to know what's going on with you now."
Perry smiled dryly: "Well... I'm not sure, maybe you ate something wrong?"
Mike raised his eyebrows, seemingly not completely convinced, but did not continue to ask, just sighed: "Well, anyway, you should pay more attention to what you eat, glutton." After saying that, he shrugged and looked at Perry with a smile, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, but also mixed with some kind of brotherly care.
Perry forced a smile stiffly. He touched his nose with his hand and whispered, "Got it, got it...Thank you for your reminder."
Mike closed the clipboard neatly, looked down at his watch, and said casually, "Well, it seems that there is no big problem on your side. But, to be honest, you are not my patient, and Dr. Crocker will be responsible for the next thing. I have a bunch of patients to see next, so I will come to you after I finish my work." His tone was relaxed, but it revealed an irrefutable decisiveness.
Perry frowned slightly and asked curiously, "Um...do you know my situation? That is, the reason why I was in a coma." He looked at Mike tentatively, wanting to know how much this brother knew.
Mike shrugged casually while packing up the equipment: "I don't know, I just know you were in a coma for several days. Everything else is handled by Dr. Crocker. She didn't say much about your condition, and even forbade others to interfere. I can only help you with basic examinations." He paused, and his tone was a little more comforting, "Don't worry, Crocker is very good, she will take care of the rest."
Perry opened his mouth and wanted to ask something else, but Mike had already packed up the equipment and stood up straight. He patted Perry on the shoulder and smiled briefly: "Okay, my time is limited, and there are other patients waiting for me. You have a good rest, don't think too much, just wait for Crocker to come to you."
After that, he turned and left the ward, his steps were steady and crisp, and obviously he didn't give Perry another chance to ask questions.
Perry looked at his back as he left, feeling a little helpless. "This brother... is really careless."
In the quiet room, Perry was thinking about how to wake up the system. Although his consciousness had just returned to his body, the vague feeling of emptiness made him feel uneasy. He frowned and tried to concentrate on finding the familiar system interface, but no matter how hard he tried, his mind was always blank.
"What's going on?" He whispered to himself, his fingers unconsciously clenching the bed sheet.
Just as Perry was lost in thought, there was a sudden knock on the door. The sound was crisp and regular, and each knock seemed to hit his nerves, instantly breaking the silence in the room. Perry raised his head suddenly, frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
"Teresa?" He called out subconsciously, guessing that she might have come back with water. However, there was no response from the outside of the door, only the knock on the door sounded again, the rhythm was still not fast or slow, as if deliberately attracting his attention.
"Could it be that Mike locked the door?" He guessed secretly in his heart.
He wanted to get up and open the door. However, Teresa told him not to leave the bed before leaving, especially before the curse was solved. He looked down at the quilt covering him, which was densely covered with complicated spells. He thought, it should be okay to go out for a while, as long as I was careful. For safety reasons, he quickly pulled the quilt tightly around his body, like a heavy cloak, so that at least he could get some protection.
He slowly sat up from the bed, his body seemed a little weak due to the long coma, and his movements were a little slow. Every movement seemed to exhaust his strength, even a little reluctant. Just as his feet landed on the ground, there was a slight creaking sound from the floor. He paused for a moment and listened to the movement outside the door. The knocking continued, but it seemed to sound a little more urgent.
"It's strange..." He muttered in a low voice, took a deep breath and stood up. His footsteps were a little heavy, as if every step left an echo on the floor. His hands tightly grasped the quilt draped over his body, and his eyes occasionally glanced at the spell on it to confirm that the complex symbols were still intact.
When he walked to the door, he raised his hand and slightly adjusted the quilt on his body to make sure there were no loopholes. Then, he put his hand on the door handle and found that the door was not locked. He was stunned for a moment, thinking that maybe someone knocked on the wrong door, or someone was playing a joke on him.
"My mouth is really dry..." He murmured in a low voice. He licked his cracked lips and twisted the doorknob with a little force. The door made a low creak and slowly opened.
The moment the door was fully opened, his movements froze and his breathing seemed to stop. The figure standing outside the door was completely beyond his expectations. It was not Teresa, who he thought would return, nor was it Mike, but someone he never expected to appear here.
Perry's eyes widened, and his steps involuntarily took a step back. Complex emotions and a hint of confusion emerged in his eyes. His throat moved, trying to say something, but the long-term thirst and tension in his heart made his voice unusually hoarse: "You... why are you here?"