Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Your fiancée is like delicious fruit...
The sun shines on the sunflower pot on the corner of the table, and the man picks up the phone with his wounded hand.
A message lit up the screen: [I'm marrying your amnesiac fiancée.]
The car braked suddenly and the ambulance beeped.
In February 2027, at Jingjiang Huide Hospital, 29-year-old Xing Kui was lying on bed number eight in the neurosurgery ward with gauze wrapped around his forehead due to a car accident.
Her head hit the ground, and she instantly fell unconscious. Fortunately, death did not take her life, and she woke up after a brief white light. It was great. After working for many years, I finally had a legitimate reason to take a winter vacation as long as I did in school.
After she woke up, she observed the world cautiously, her eyes were sore. Fortunately, the patient in the next bed was good-looking.
It should be said that it is top-notch.
The man was standing by bed number seven near the door. He was tall and had long legs. He was wearing a black suit and black trousers, with perfect shoulder-waist proportions, sharp eyebrows, thin lips, a straight nose, and his black hair combed back. He looked like a CEO who would bankrupt the Wang family when the weather got cold.
Especially now, with a dozen people in uniform called by him on the phone, cleaning, disinfecting and replacing clothes nearby, he looks even more like a difficult CEO with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Perhaps because she looked rather disheveled, the handsome Patient No. 7 kept glancing at her. A few strands of hair fell messily across his forehead, probably from running.
The first time Xing Kui saw Patient No. 7, he ran into the ward, panting, his eyes bloodshot, and the black tie under his dark suit, which should have been tied meticulously, was slightly loose.
"Who are you?" Xing Kui asked politely.
The handsome man paused for a moment, then told her that he was sleeping in the next bed.
Then the cleaners arrived. They looked like the special cleaners who cater to the wealthy, not the ordinary cleaners Xing Kui hired from 58.com, who paid 50 yuan an hour and could get a couple of yuan cheaper with a coupon.
Mom! They actually pulled out a brand new hospital gown! Mom! They actually ironed it! It was unbelievable. Was she really alive? Was she really not dead?
"Does it hurt?" Across the bed, patient number seven untied his tie, staring at her with deep eyes, and suddenly spoke to her, his voice as low and deep as an anchor sinking into the deep sea.
"Ah?" Xing Kui was stunned. "Of course it hurts. Who wouldn't feel pain after being hit by a car?"
Yes, she must have been in so much pain, someone who didn't even wear high heels because of fear of pain, someone who weighed less than 100 pounds, was hit by a 2,000-pound car.
Li Chengchuan's hands were shaking as he touched his tie. He really wanted to hug Xing Kui, his secretary and fiancée.
Today was supposed to be their marriage certificate day, but because of a car accident, it became the first day Xing Kui forgot him.
Yesterday, Li Chengchuan shared the good news of his marriage with his brothers, but he canceled it today. They didn't know Xing Kui, and he didn't know how to explain it to them later.
Li Chengchuan didn't have time to think about it. He just wanted to accompany Xing Kui quietly to recover from his injuries. He didn't even mind if he had to pay the price of an MRI machine in order to live in Huide.
Xing Kui completely forgot all these things and spied on patient number seven. She didn't understand why his fingers were shaking when he took off his suit. As a fellow patient in the neurosurgery ward, he probably had a problem with his brain.
She didn't like communicating with strangers whose background she didn't know, but as a fellow patient, she offered kindness: "Don't be afraid. Modern medical technology is very advanced, and most illnesses can be cured!"
"Who was in the car accident?" At this time, a male nurse wearing a dark green polyester uniform walked in, about fifty years old, holding a piece of paper in his wrinkled hands.
Thinking he was here to deliver a report, Xing Kui actively raised his left hand, which was not indwelling a needle: "It's me!"
The nurse approached, holding a piece of coated paper that looked more like a flyer than a medical report. "I heard the other party ran a red light? If they don't pay you, call this number."
Xing Kui lowered her head. There was a law firm flyer on the quilt. One-third of the page was occupied by a photo of a male lawyer with his arms folded and a confident smile. She was a little confused. "Ah, the hospital also offers this service?"
No, we don’t provide it. We just take advantage of the patients’ head injuries and trick them into placing orders to get commissions.
The nurse was an old hand and answered vaguely: "Just look at it, everyone who has a car accident here uses this lawyer."
"Ah." Xing Kui lowered her head even more. Her injured head hurt so much, so much, so much. On the paper, there were words such as responsibility determination, disability level, lost wages... some words that required her to think deeply, rushing from her eyes into her brain like wolves and tigers.
She didn't want to see this. Her head hurt too much. There were cameras on the road. Couldn't she think about complicated things after she felt better? The flyer didn't even include a handsome guy in the photo. Being hit by a car was already tragic. Could she please see a handsome guy?
The nurse slapped the paper with his old hand and said, "Here's the number. Don't worry, just give him a call. You don't need to worry about anything after that."
Don't rush her.
Xing Kui's eyes were sore. She blinked, trying hard to squeeze back the tears that had accumulated. She forced out a weak but brilliant smile: "Okay, I know--"
A bony hand grabbed the caregiver's wrist and pushed him away.
"You took advantage of the patient's unconsciousness and tricked her into finding a lawyer you knew, then took kickbacks from her. She has every right to sue you for fraud."
It was patient number seven who came to the right side of her bed. He looked like a domineering president. He had taken off his black suit, and the shirt underneath was also black. His face was also black, no, no, his face was white. He just stared coldly at the nurse.
Patient No. 7, is he helping her? Xing Kui was stunned. They were not related, but he was still very nice.
"Huide has surveillance cameras everywhere. This isn't your first time doing this, is it? The cumulative amount of fraud or the number of times it's committed could constitute a criminal offense." Patient No. 7 spoke sternly, moving his hand away from the caregiver's leg, as if he were disgusted. "If you keep trying to make excuses, I can call this law firm. They know the law better than you do."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The nurse was horrified and rushed to grab the flyer. "If you don't need it, then you don't need it! Your kindness is being taken for granted. Give it back to me!"
On Xing Kui's right hand side, there was an IV needle on the back of his right hand, which was covered with many scratches. A long infusion tube was connected from the IV needle connector to the medicine bottle on the IV stand.
She watched the nurse's hand coming through, her sleeve scraping against the long tube. She wanted to dodge, but her right arm was also injured, and she moved much slower than the nurse's touch.
If this goes on, the IV will be pulled out!
Xing Kui was anxious. At the critical moment, patient number seven quickly pushed the tube away. Bang! His extraordinary waist hit the bed railing and his upper body fell towards her.
His tie had been untied earlier, the collar of his black shirt was slightly loose, his strong pectoral muscles were faintly visible, and the falling trend had stopped. Patient No. 7's deep eyebrows, high nose bridge, and thin lips were also very close to Xing Kui.
Ahhh he is so handsome!!!
Xing Kui raised her hand and suddenly slapped Li Chengchuan.
Huide Hospital Building 3, Orthopedics Department.
The computer on the desk was playing real-time monitoring of Xing Kui's ward. In front of the computer, the male doctor folded his slender hands, resting them on his smoothly-lined jaw, staring at the screen, his crimson lips, thick on the top and thin on the bottom, curved with interest.
His name tag was tucked into the right pocket of his white coat, and underneath an incredibly beautiful ID photo was his name: Jiang Yuming.
Jiang Yuming is the heir of Huide Hospital and also a good brother of Li Chengchuan. There are many good brothers like him, and it is convenient to contact them. One of them created a group.
A day ago, Li Chengchuan announced his upcoming marriage to his friends, and a day later, he called it off. Everyone was surprised by what was happening, and Jiang Yuming's phone, which was placed nearby, kept popping up new messages.
【Brother Li, please reply! 】
[Did that woman betray you?]
[I know, I know. It's definitely true. It's abominable. I'll buy a plane ticket right now. I'll come back and help you out!]
Jiang Yuming rested his chin on his hand and casually glanced at the message, a playful look in his dark eyes. He had originally thought it was the mysterious fiancée who had hurt Li Chengchuan. A power-hungry consortium boss like Li Chengchuan would either remain indifferent or, if he was, would never break up easily.
Until recently, Li Chengchuan walked into his office with his tie slightly loose, and ahaha, it turned out that his fiancée had lost her memory.
Li Chengchuan asked to move in.
Jiang Yuming smiled and said, "Although Huide is a private hospital, it also adheres to medical ethics."
Li Chengchuan: "Conditions."
Jiang Yuming raised an eyebrow and pulled out a document from the side of the table: "Purchasing reported that they think Huide should buy another MRI machine."
Huide Hospital wanted to buy an MRI machine, which cost more than 30 million yuan each. Li Chengchuan agreed without blinking.
This made Jiang Yuming curious about his hidden fiancée. There were not many patients who needed hospitalization in the neurosurgery department, and there were always vacancies in the ward all year round. He simply agreed to Li Chengchuan, wanting to see if anything good would happen.
On the computer screen, a woman was sitting on a hospital bed with an IV drip. Jiang Yuming looked at her with interest. He shouldn't stare at his good brother's fiancée like that, but Li Chengchuan didn't know, right?
The lens is not very clear. It is used for surveillance, and it is enough to see where people are and what they are doing. The cleaning staff usually neglects to clean it, and the lens is covered with dust, which makes the pictures look like they are covered with a layer of fog.
Ignoring the gauze covering her forehead, the female patient in the fog had an oval face and her facial features were not clear, but she did not have an aggressive look. Her eye sockets were round and her lips were not red enough.
It turns out that Li Chengchuan likes this kind of thing. This kind of thing is not Jiang Yuming's cup of tea. He lowered his charming eyes playfully. With such a pair of long legs, it would only be sexy if they were wrapped around by a supermodel with fiery red lips.
Gentle encouragement came from the screen: "Don't be afraid, modern medical technology is very advanced, and most diseases can be cured!"
Xing Kui, Jiang Yuming's eyes deepened slightly, and he repeated the name of Li Chengchuan's fiancee on his lips and teeth. She was as her name suggests, a sunny and optimistic sunflower. Even though his own examination results were not out yet and he was in pain all over his body, he still had the mind to comfort others.
Then, the nurse walked into the ward. Xing Kui in the surveillance video responded obediently to every word of the nurse, but her head was buried lower and lower, as if she was about to break.
Xing Kui is also a weak and withered sunflower.
Jiang Yuming cherishes flowers, and subconsciously raised his upper body, put his hand on the mouse, and his middle finger fell on the center scroll wheel.
Bang! Xing Kui slapped Li Chengchuan.
Oh? What kind of sunflower is this?
Jiang Yuming scrolled the wheel with his middle finger, and surprise and curiosity invaded his heart at the same time. He enlarged the picture and tried to see Xing Kui's expression more carefully, but the picture became blurrier and blurrier the more he enlarged it.
At the current angle, Li Chengchuan's position blocked the view. Jiang Yuming licked his teeth in dissatisfaction. He could only see that Xing Kui's eyes were round and big, like the core of a sweet apricot, and her lips were pink, like the skin of a peach.
Apricots and peaches are both delicious fruits. Driven by the desire to explore, Jiang Yuming picked up his cell phone, stood up, and made a call while walking out.
"Hey, Head Nurse Li, the patient who just came in from the neurosurgery department after the car accident, has he had his tetanus yet? I'm going to check on him, I'll take him over."
Li Chengchuan probably doesn't mind if his good brother gives his fiancée a tetanus shot, right?
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