Jin Shian felt like he had been soaking in cold water for a long time.

What kind of water is it? He couldn't see anything, only many people were talking in his ears, tide, cold, and uncomfortable. Shi'an slowly thought in the darkness, maybe he was bleeding all over his body, soaking himself in the blood?

It turns out that human blood is so cold.

He soaked back and forth in this cold liquid that was unknown to water or blood, floating and sinking, as if he had sunk into the extremely deep sea. Shi'an slowly swam upwards, as if he saw a ray of light coming from the sea.

Someone was shouting.

"Mr. Jin Shi'an? Hey! Jin Shi'an!"

The more you hear the sound, the clearer it becomes, almost close to it, and a hand slapped his face and then patted his chest.

Shi'an realized that he had been closing his eyes.

He opened his eyes, and the dazzling sunlight poured into his vision.

Lu Sheng looked at him in the sunshine, with a very uneasy expression.

Shi'an saw Lu Sheng at first sight, immediately grabbed his hand and held it tightly: "Lu Sheng!"

Lu Sheng shook for a moment and instinctively pushed Shi'an away, "Mr. Jin?"

——No, this is not Lusheng. Lusheng would not push him away like this, nor would he look at him with such a fearful expression. Shi'an looked at the young man in front of him carefully. He was much healthier than Lusheng, his eyes were very simple and bright, and his white face was flushed with an anxious blush. Somehow, he had blonde hair like a foreigner, his ears were covered with rings, and he was dressed in tatters, and two holes were grinding on his pants on his knees.

How could Lu Sheng dress up like this?

But it's so similar. How can there be such a similar person in this world?

Shi'an could see God and forgot to hold someone else's hand tightly in his hand.

The young man was obviously very panicked and did not dare to show resistance, and looked around with his eyes dodging.

They looked at each other speechlessly, and the atmosphere was awkward, and a rapid sound of footsteps came from the corridor outside.

"Mr. Jin!"

A tall woman rushed into the door, with an ordinary appearance and a thin figure, but she was dressed very brightly and her red lips were bright. Shi'an felt that she was indescribably dressed, wearing black clothes, like a female spy in the Central Plains - although she was inconspicuously dressed, she was very imposing and had a bit of a noble lady style. A group of doctors followed her into the door hurriedly, and in an instant the ward was crowded.

The lady rushed to the bed with concern and pulled the young man away, "Mr. Jin, are you awake?"

The young man was like a pardon and was entrusted into the crowd.

Shi'an looked at the group a few times, then looked around the room.

“Where is this?”

The doctor and the lady looked at each other, and the lady was stunned for a while: "People's Hospital... This is the best ward."

No, you misunderstood. I didn't think the ward was bad. Shi'an thought. But he didn't have the extra energy to explain to her now, so he had to ask straightforwardly, "Who are you?"

The noble lady was shocked, "Mr. Jin, I am beauty... Zheng Meirong!"

Shi'an looked at her for a while, "Which beauty? Which appearance?"

The lady was embarrassed in a daze, "Beautiful beauty...the appearance."

Shi'an looked at her with a funny look: "...I don't seem to remember you very much."

Your name is not worthy of its name, Shi'an thought sympathetically in his heart. He felt as if he had lost his memory, but he thought hard and did not remember that there was such a mediocre and arrogant type among the women he knew.

Zheng Meirong was stunned and pulled the two doctors around her, "Director Sun, Director Che, what's going on?"

President Sun nervously held Shi'an's hand, "Mr. Jin, this is Mr. Zheng! General Manager Zheng, why don't you recognize him?" The noble lady stared at him sternly, and President Sun looked at him with tears in tears, "Mr. Zheng, we must have done our best..."

Shi'an looked at them sympathetically and continued to shake his head. He saw the young man who looked like Lusheng just now, sneaking back and trying to sneak out of the ward, so he pointed his hand: "Who is he?"

Both Zheng Meirong and Dean Sun felt a little broken. The young man was exposed to the onlookers' gaze, looking embarrassed, and was almost crying, "Mr. Jin, I am Bai Yang."

"Which Yang?"

“…Popular poplars of poplars.”

"Oh, a good name."

The whole room looked at them vaguely nonsense.

Jin Shi'an took a deep breath and signaled Zheng Meirong to help him up.

Dean Sun and Director Che hurriedly helped their President Jin up.

Their Mr. Jin looked around again, and after "Where is this", "Who are you" and "Who is he", he finally said the last question to his death.
Chapter completed!