The movement of the patient attracted Wen Qishan who was talking to the doctor at the door. He turned around quickly and frowned: "Don't move!"
Wen Zhi's eyes were clear. After seeing Wen Qishan's face clearly, he was suddenly a little surprised.
"Dad, why are you so old?"
Wen Qishan stared at Wen Zhi with complicated eyes: "Does your head hurt? Do you know who you are?"
Wen Zhi was puzzled: "Of course I know."
The medical team has come for consultation. Wen Zhi looks at her snow-white hospital gown and the monitor next to her, and feels more and more dizzy.
The doctor patiently examined the wound on Wen Zhi's head and talked in a low voice with other doctors, using many professional terms that Wen Zhi could not understand.
According to the CT scan, Wen Zhi's amygdala and hippocampus were indeed damaged, and his memory should be lost.
If Wen Zhi's memory is intact, then this case is worthy of medical research and may help to solve clinical problems.
"Wen Zhi, do you remember how old you are?"
...
...
After the doctors touched his head like this, Wen Zhi began to slowly feel the pain in the wound.
Through the wall of the water cup in front of him, Wen Zhi found that his head was almost completely wrapped, just like he had undergone plastic surgery, with only a pair of eyes and mouth exposed.
There were even a few drops of bright red blood on the bandage, which looked miserable.
He grimaced in pain: "17."
Wen Qishan was anxious now: "17? Think carefully about what you are going to do this morning?"
"This morning..."
When talking about this matter, Wen Zhi felt guilty for no reason.
Could it be that his father knew that he was going to confess to Si Mingchen?
Is his sweet puppy love going to be strangled in the cradle before it even begins?
For fear of upsetting Wen Zhi, the medical team and Wen Qishan moved to the corridor to talk, leaving only a psychologist and a neurosurgeon to record Wen Zhi's specific condition.
During the conversation, Wen Zhi realized that he had lost his memory.
He is not 17, but 27.
Wen Zhiyi, who was still immersed in how he proposed to Si Mingchen, couldn't accept it and leaned limply against the head of the bed.
Ten years of youth are gone just like that.
He is already twenty-seven years old.
Isn't he married already?
Wen Zhi anxiously inspected the ward and the entrance, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that only Wen Qishan was busy running around.
He should not be married and is still the baby of the family.
To reassure himself, he asked the doctor, "Doctor, am I single?"
The doctor checked the medical records and shook his head: "No, your marital status shows that you are married."
Wen Zhi: “…”
When Wen Qishan came in, Wen Zhi was like an eggplant hit by frost, wilted and listless.
He looked at Wen Zhi: "How do you feel?"
Wen Zhi said listlessly: "Not bad."
Wen Qishan glanced at the time and said dissatisfiedly: "What happened to Si Mingchen? You were in a car accident and I haven't seen you for a day."
Wen Zhi's eyes suddenly became brighter: "Si Mingchen?"
Wen Qishan was stunned for a moment: "You don't remember this? Four years ago, you married Si Mingchen."
A huge surprise instantly filled every nerve of Wen Zhi. He smiled in disbelief and said, "Have we been together since high school?"
Wen Qishan lowered his eyes and looked away: "No, it was a business marriage four years ago."
Wen Zhi looked at Wen Qishan strangely, and his smile faded: "Business marriage? Then... is he good to me? Does he love me?"
Wen Qishan said calmly: "You two have a good relationship, and he has taken good care of our family over the years."
Wen Zhile was happy. He lay on the bed, crossed his legs, turned his right foot leisurely, and looked at the ceiling with a thoughtful smile.
"Why hasn't my husband come to pick me up yet?"
Wen Zhi called her husband very smoothly, and with a hint of grievance, which made Wen Qishan stunned for a moment. It seemed that in all these years, Wen Zhi had never called Si Mingchen "husband" in front of him.
"Si Sheng Group held its annual meeting today. President Si was probably working overtime and didn't check his phone."
The assistant next to him answered for Wen Qishan.
I was worried about their marriage, but now Wen Zhi's mood has become completely bright.
According to what Wen Qishan said, he and Si Mingchen were not in high school, so a lot of things must have happened in between. It is still unknown whether his love letter was sent out.
But at the moment, he and Si Mingchen have a very good relationship, so there is no need to rush to sort out these things for the time being.
Now he just wanted to see Si Mingchen as soon as possible.
"Is my cell phone here? I'll call Si Mingchen."
"Your phone was thrown out during the car accident and crushed by the cement truck."
Wen Zhi nodded regretfully. If his cell phone was there, he could at least take a look at his and Si Mingchen’s Penguin chat history or couple space or something.
I wonder if he has managed his farm and ranch well after all these years.
Wen Zhi checked a series of examinations himself. Except for the head, there was nothing wrong with other parts of the body. He just needed to rest well.
So he asked the doctor for discharge.
Seeing that he was fine, Wen Qishan had an emergency at the company that needed his attention, so he asked Wen Zhi to wait for Si Mingchen to pick him up from the hospital, and then left in a hurry.
Only then did Wen Zhi have time to look around the entire ward. His slender ankles slipped into slippers, and he walked slowly around the room, pushing open the bathroom door.
In front of the mirror, Wen Zhi's slender and tall figure was clearly visible. Through the white bandage, he pinched his cheek, as if inspecting his territory.
The corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction, and he murmured, "So tender, it feels like a 17-year-old. Si Mingchen is so lucky."
Without hesitation, Wen Zhi put on his clothes and planned to go directly to Si Sheng Group to find Si Mingchen and give him a surprise.
They have been married for four years, so they should not have reached the seven-year itch yet. I don’t know if the two of them are getting along very well and in harmony with each other.
His face heated up when he thought about the fact that he and Si Mingchen had been sleeping in the same bed for four years.
Tonight, Si Mingchen should be considerate of his body and not be too intimate with him.
If the other party insists, should he refuse?
Wen Zhi raised his eyebrows and took a last look at himself in the mirror.
Although his looks are invincible, this white bandage is really ugly. Si Mingchen is hosting the annual meeting, so he has to dress up before going out to be worthy of his status as a young master.
So Wen Zhi put on his hat and went straight to SKP.
After Wen Zhi got in the car, the taxi driver looked at him several times and only headed to the destination after making sure that he was okay.
Browsing the city buildings, Wen Zhi sighed that Jiangjing City has been developing better and better in recent years, and is very much like an international metropolis.
Passing by a bus stop, Wen Zhi accidentally saw his own advertisement.
He suddenly realized.
It turns out that he has become a popular star?
Looking at the driver who was driving seriously, Wen Zhi cleared his throat and said earnestly: "Master, do you know the big star Wen?"
The driver was confused: "Big star Wen? What's his name?"
Wen Zhi sighed: "There is only one popular star in the entertainment industry with the last name Wen, right? Forget it, do you know Wen Zhi?"
Driver: “I don’t know him.”
Wen Zhi crossed his long legs and looked out the window silently.
Before getting off the car, he handsomely handed the driver a hundred-dollar bill with an autograph written in a flamboyant style.
"Keep the autograph. You can sell it for a lot of money later."
driver:"……"
The personal belongings handed over to him by the police in this car accident were sealed in a plastic bag.
His wallet was inside.
Wen Zhi flipped through it roughly and found that in addition to his various documents, there were also some bank cards.
I don’t know whether these cards belong to Si Mingchen or him.
He casually walked into a luxury store, and despite his odd appearance, the saleslady came over and greeted him warmly.
Wen Zhi looked at the rows of sophisticated, mature clothing and asked the clerk, "Excuse me, do you have any clothing suitable for 17-year-old boys?"
The clerk was stunned for a moment: "Yes. But the price is expensive."
Wen Zhi casually took out the card: "Help me put together an outfit."
Five minutes later, Wen Zhi walked out of the store wearing a pure white shirt.
The style of this dress is very similar to that of a college uniform, which is suitable for both formal and casual occasions. It is a Ch brand early spring show model.
Wearing this outfit, Wen Zhi felt that he did not feel out of place at all, and looked younger than anyone else among the crowd of high school students.
Soon, the taxi arrived at Si Sheng, and Wen Zhi was stopped by the security guard as expected.
Today is the annual meeting, and it is normal to see people coming and going. But Wen Zhi's head was wrapped so tightly that he didn't look like a normal guest attending the banquet. For safety reasons, the security department did not let him in.
Wen Zhi sighed lightly and said, ignorance is not a crime. It was normal for others to not recognize him in this state.
So, he covered his lips and said in a low voice: "I am Si Mingchen's lover."
The security guard looked him over and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go ask Assistant Wen."
Wen Zhi has always been pampered and loved since he was a child. He has never suffered any grievances, and everyone is polite to him wherever he goes.
He felt a little sad that his legal and compliant identity was suddenly blocked. He pouted his lips and thought that he would let Si Mingchen coax him as much as he could before the matter was over.
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In the main hall of the annual meeting, Si Mingchen had a calm look in his eyes as he discussed important matters with the directors.
Today is the 50th anniversary celebration of Si Sheng Group and it has attracted widespread attention. There are more than 30 financial magazines and media on the scene.
Since Si Mingchen took the company back from his second uncle seven years ago, the company has been booming, establishing strong trade ties with Europe and North America, and has a total of 22 branches around the world.
Among the board members, there were originally a few people who were loyal to his second uncle and opposed him, but now they have been uprooted. The company's board of directors is clean and united. They are all his father's former subordinates, which makes Si Mingchen less worried.
"Boss Si, something has been going viral recently, and I don't know if I should tell you."
Director Zhao held up his wine glass and looked at the partner he had just talked to.
Si Mingchen: "You speak."
Director Zhao: "I heard that you made some adjustments to the Jinfu project the day before yesterday, which resulted in changes to the investment amounts of five projects, large and small. These projects are all in cooperation with the Wen family."
Si Mingchen raised his head and took a sip of red wine: "So."
Director Zhao: "So, it's being rumored that you and Young Master Wen are having a divorce."
The marriage between the Wen family and the Si family shocked the entire upper class. You know, although the Wen family was prosperous before, it was already like a shabby wooden boat, ready to collapse. As a top wealthy family, the Si family has countless families that want to marry into the family, and it is not the turn of the impoverished Wen family.
Marriage is about equal strength, and the Wen family is marrying above their station no matter how you look at it.
When the outside world was speculating that Si Mingchen had ulterior motives and other plans, his stable relationship with Wen Zhi silenced everyone.
In the four years of marriage, he has never been involved in any explosive scandal, and he has never been seen in those places of entertainment where young men often hang out.
But just the day before yesterday, Si Mingchen's seemingly unintentional action sent a signal to insiders.
The relationship between the Wen family and the Si family seems to have broken down.
"I see."
Si Mingchen didn't want to talk about it anymore and turned and walked away. As the host of the banquet, his every move was closely watched.
His indifferent expression at that moment also made outsiders sense that he was a little unhappy.
After being disturbed for the whole day, Si Mingchen was very tired. Holding a glass of red wine, I sat alone on a secluded sofa, thinking about things.
Ever since Wen Zhi left, he sent someone to check on Sang Qi's return information.
As he thought, Sang Qi's plane was expected to arrive at the airport tomorrow.
He didn't want to harbor any more self-deceiving thoughts, so he simply put their wedding house up for sale.
He didn't want to see anything there again, didn't want to go in there again, and didn't want to have anything to do with it.
He has already prepared himself for a future life without Wen Zhi.
The day after tomorrow, he will go to North America to guide the work of the branch. This trip will last about half a year.
During this period, his affairs with the Wen family will be handled abroad, and he is expected to return to China on the day he completes his divorce with Wen Zhi.
The annual meeting was coming to an end, and Si Mingchen was invited to the stage to make the final speech.
Today, he was wearing a rare white suit and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses due to severe astigmatism caused by recent overuse of his eyes.
Such a Si Mingchen not only caught the attention of the guests at the scene, but also occupied all the attention of Wen Zhi.
He was finally brought in by an acquaintance and stood on the right side of the center of the venue, where no one noticed him.
In front of him was a 1.9-meter-tall man with a slender figure and perfect proportions. She has shed her youthfulness and become more mature and stable than when she was young.
The straight white trousers and snow-white shirt seemed to be tailor-made for him, making his legs look long and straight.
Wen Zhi had never seen Si Mingchen wearing glasses.
But the person in front of him, with hair as black as ink, calm steps, and a confident and cold demeanor, gradually overlapped with the otherworldly white moonlight in his mind, and did not make him feel unfamiliar.
Si Mingchen on the stage has finished his speech. Next is the time for reporters to ask questions freely.
As for the company's future development and planning, Si Mingchen answered very professionally, concisely and clearly, with very strong language organization skills. This confidence also reassures the group’s partners, big and small.
At this time, a reporter from Caijing Online plucked up the courage to ask, "Mr. Si, there are rumors that you will be single again soon. Is that true? If not, you can take this opportunity to dispel the rumor."
After saying that, the reporter's eyes fell on Si Mingchen's ring finger.
If you look closely, the ring marks are clearly visible.
As soon as this question was asked, all the guests in the venue were stunned and began to whisper.
Wen Zhi stood in front of the magnificent pillars, picking his fingers in anxiety and boredom.
He and Si Mingchen are so in love, why would they spread such rumors?
Is it because he has no sense of existence?
From childhood to adulthood, he has never suffered such humiliation.
Wen was so angry that he almost turned into a pufferfish. He crossed his arms and forced himself to remain calm.
Faced with this question, Si Mingchen didn't want to explain too much. But in order to quell the rumors as quickly as possible, his answer must be clear.
"I don't know how this matter got out, but I want to tell everyone that my lover and I have a good relationship—"
Si Mingchen was interrupted by a clear and gentle voice when he was halfway through his words.
"husband."
Si Mingchen had heard this voice countless times and it was very familiar to him.
He subconsciously tilted his head towards the source of the sound, and his broad chest was already filled with warmth.
Wen Zhi leaned her head on Simingchen's shoulder, her voice was a little coquettish and aggrieved: "I miss you so much."
At this moment, Si Mingchen had no time to think. The primitive impulse from his heart made him put his arms around Wen Zhi's waist and look down to check Wen Zhi's injuries.
The pair of exposed amber eyes were covered with a layer of mist. Unlike the usual coldness, they were filled with strong longing that she wanted to tell him.
Si Mingchen felt dazed, but his palm still fell uncontrollably on Wen Zhi's bandage.
His tone was not steady, suppressing the longing and sadness that was completely hidden in his heart. "I miss you as well."
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