Song Jinyan felt as if he was floating in the clouds, surrounded by milky white and unable to see anything clearly.
Could it be that this is heaven but why is there no one there?
Suddenly, there was a sound of crying in the distance.
Song Jinyan frowned.
Who was crying?
Walking along the sound of crying, he suddenly heard someone speaking.
"I'm telling you, if Xiao Mu has a problem, I can't spare you."
A hoarse and trembling female voice reached Song Jinyan's ears.
Song Jinyan frowned.
Who is this woman?
Why is there hysterical grief in her voice?
All he heard was a heavy sigh, "I didn't know she would fall down the stairs."
Although the tone was angry, Song Jinyan could hear the man's thick nasal voice.
"You don't know why you want to talk to your child on the stairs.
Yes, your daughter likes medicine.
That's not what you are used to.
You have taken your daughter to major hospitals since she was a child.
The reason why she doesn't have interest is that you are awesome.
You are the big chairman of the company.
"The woman was making a lot of noise there.
Song Jinyan heard them seem to be discussing themselves.
Well, my daughter has lived in an orphanage since she was a child.
How can she have parents?
Also, she is a medical student who has studied medicine for seven years and has been working in a hospital for a year.
How can she have parents?
"Mr.
Bai, madam, look at my hands."
"Xiao Mu, Xiao Mu" the woman shouted loudly.
"Go and call the doctor in the next room."
The man yelled.
Song Jinyan had a splitting headache, and a beam of white light shone on Song Jinyan, as if he heard a voice saying: Go, child.
Feel free to take revenge boldly "Miss Bai is out of danger.
This is a symptom of waking up."
Song Jinyan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the figure above.
Where is this place?
Song Jinyan looked at him with confused eyes, "Who are you?"
This sentence, asked the three people standing in front of the bed, stunned.
Suddenly, a figure rushed over and said: "Xiao Mu, don't scare mom, don't you know mom?"
"Mom" Song Jinyan really feels very unfamiliar with the word mother.
Looking at the confused Song Jinyan, the young man helplessly said to the woman who was clinging to Song Jinyan like an octopus: "Mrs.
Bai, don't get excited.
I'm going to do a small check on Miss Bai."
"Qing'er, let Dr.
He check Xiao Mu."
The man who is talking, Song Jinyan, seems to have seen him somewhere, but he can't remember it.
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"Ms.
Bai, I'm sorry."
Dr.
He was very puzzled.
He obviously just fell down the stairs.
After checking, the impact on his head was not very severe.
Why did he suffer from amnesia?
"Miss Bai, are you calling me?"
Song Jinyan looked at Dr.
He, his pupils suddenly dilated, his own voice, no, this is not his own voice, what on earth is going on?
Dr.
He just smiled and began to perform a series of operational examinations.
After checking the pupillary light reflex and other tests, Dr.
He looked at the man and woman and said: "Initial diagnosis, Miss Bai has no physical problems, but she may have suffered amnesia due to the impact, but it's hard to say.
I hope you go to the hospital to do it."
Progress check."
"Amnesia" The lady who called herself mother shed tears when she looked at Bai Xiaomu.
"Take a step to speak."
Dr.
He looked at them and nodded, then turned to look at Song Jinyan and said with a smile: "Miss Bai, don't think too much, just rest in peace and rest."
Song Jinyan nodded and watched them go out.
Watching them close the door, Song Jinyan slowly sat up and then touched the white bandage on his head.
Looking at their clothes and the furnishings in the room, it seems that this is not time travel to ancient times.
Especially the crystal lamp above the head shines brightly.
"Miss."
A gentle voice came from the end of the bed.
It was an aunt who looked to be in her forties or fifty years old and smiled, "What do you need?"
Song Jinyan shook his head, feeling a little dizzy, frowned, looked at the dressing mirror beside the bed, his eyes widened.
It's impossible that Song Jinyan's hand didn't feel like it was touching his face.
What's going on?
This is not his face, with thin eyebrows and big eyes, a high bridge of nose, and a small pale mouth.
She originally had short hair that reached her ears, but now it has become waist-length hair.
Then he looked down at his hands.
The long and slender fingers are as white as green, but they are not roughened hands by me who went to school and worked to earn tuition.
Song Jinyan found that his body was still very weak, and he was a little dizzy and swaying after standing for a while.
Seeing Song Jinyan like this, the aunt hurriedly stepped forward to support her, "Miss, I'm not talking about you.
Mr.
Bai doesn't want you to study medicine because he feels sorry for you.
You don't know how many tears Mr.
Bai and his wife have shed for you."
The aunt was chattering away.
Song Jinyan looked at her and asked in confusion: "I got injured because I wanted to study medicine."
"No."
Auntie asked Song Jinyan to lie down, and then said with a slight smile on her lips: "Being a doctor is good, but it is a job of serving people.
Miss, I don't think you should do it."
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"Well, I want to lie down and rest for a while, okay?"
Song Jinyan found it incredible and wanted to figure out what was going on.
He obviously watched his body go into the crematorium, why is he here now?
The aunt saw that Song Jinyan was a little tired and her eyes were filled with distress.
She stuffed Song Jinyan with a quilt and said softly: "Miss, you rest first, and I will make you the longan and white fungus soup you like to drink."
Song Jinyan nodded and watched his aunt go out, then looked at the small electronic clock on the bedside table in the room.
The time displayed on it turned out to be three days after his cremation.
Slowly, I felt sad because today is also their wedding.
When Song Jinyan recalled her life these days, her heart felt like it had been severely crushed, and she burst into tears.
I cursed myself as a fool, why would I believe them?
Closing his eyes, Song Jinyan's mind flashed with that grating and annoying voice, "Jinyan, I heard that you have come back.
Can you work for me all day tomorrow?
I really have something to do tomorrow." , please" This whining voice was the last words that Zhang Di, my so-called good friend, said to the living self.
Song Jinyan began to sort out everything from his past life.
Start by returning home.
At that time, Song Jinyan had just attended a foreign medical research forum with his mentor, and it was already twelve o'clock when he got home.
Song Jinyan had just arrived at the house she rented, and after taking a shower, she called her boyfriend Chen Zhang to report that she had returned to China.
Just as the phone was hung up, Zhang Di called over
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