"Woo, Xiao Ming... My poor son, why are you so cruel that you left your mother and left...... Woo woo......" heart-rending cry kept echoing in my ears.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, Ling Gongzi was injured too badly, and we have done our best. Please mourn. An old man's voice spoke.

A mellow voice sounded, "Doctor, if you take a closer look, my son will definitely be saved, as long as he can save my son, it doesn't matter how much it costs." ”

Several voices came and went, and they kept ringing in my ears. Bian Ning was very confused, where is this?

Didn't I fight with the Hu people and die on the grassland? How can I still hear the voice? Could it be that this is the hell of the underworld? Why does it feel so weird?

I want to try to open my eyes, but my eyelids seem to weigh more than a thousand pounds, and no matter how hard I try, I can't open a line.

The voice in his ears became more and more blurred, and suddenly an inexplicable scene rushed into his mind.

A strangely dressed young man, with a panicked face, sat in a strange iron shell, holding a disc in his hand, and his feet kept stepping down.

His face was frightened and his expression was flustered! There was incomparable despair in his eyes, as if he was too unwilling!

Suddenly, the fast-moving iron shell hit a pillar, flipped over several times, and rolled into a large pit next to it.

The last scene was the young man's desperate and sad eyes, and then his brain boomed, everything disappeared, and Bian Ning's body trembled, and he didn't know anything again.

"Doctor, look! My son is moving, he is moving!"

The woman who was crying suddenly saw her son's strange movements, and she hurriedly screamed! She didn't believe in her heart that her son was dead like this, even if she was wrong, she had to say it!

The doctor can understand this woman's mood very well, and no son will be willing to believe that his son dies suddenly.

He was about to say a few words of comfort, his eyelids twitched, and he quickly froze, because he had just started to rise and fall again on the electrocardiogram of Pingchuan.

He was just stunned, and immediately shouted, "The patient's heart is beating again, rescue immediately." ”

……

I don't know how long it took, but Bian Ning came to consciousness again.

He tried to open his eyes, and this time they did, but the blinding light made him uncomfortable, and he closed his eyes again.

After a while, he tried to open it slowly, getting used to the outside environment little by little.

He could finally see everything around him, but he couldn't tell where he was.

Everything was so new as far as the eye could see, something he had never heard of or seen.

Bian Ning experienced an initial confusion and slowly calmed down.

Although everything around him was strange, it was only a moment of surprise for a general who commanded thousands of troops.

He was now weak, and the slightest movement caused him to be in great pain, and he had no desire to go out and see.

It's just that he vaguely remembered that when he slashed a Hu Dadu off his horse with a sword, the back of his heart was also pierced by a scimitar, and he only looked back, and then he didn't know anything.

But he should have dozens of knife wounds and a dozen arrow wounds.

But now, although he is also covered with scars, it seems that it was not caused by knives and arrows, what is going on?

Moreover, after being pierced in the heart, he has no luck!

And it's not bad if Hu Ren doesn't cut him with a thousand knives, and it is impossible to save his life.

He would have died, but why is he still alive in this strange place?

In this strange room, there was no one else, and even if he was full of questions, no one would answer him.

Putting down his thoughts, he tried to mobilize his internal breath, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, more than ten years of hard work were wasted, and the dantian was empty. If the cultivation is still there, with the domineering of the "Nine Tribulations of Heavenly Skill" passed down from generation to generation by the Bian family, this little injury on the body should be healed quickly.

It's a pity that he only practiced the fourth tribulation of the Nine Tribulations of Heavenly Skill at the beginning, if he can break through to the fifth tribulation of the organ tribulation, even if the one-faced Hu people have thousands of troops, he will not have a glimmer of life.

But there is no way, since the Bian family got the "Nine Tribulation Heavenly Gong", more than ten generations, at most, they have practiced to the fourth tribulation. If he can not die, maybe he will have a chance to go to the next level.

It's useless to think too much, he can only start from scratch now, and slowly recover his cultivation.

If you are in an unknown place, you still need to have some ability to protect yourself to feel at ease.

In the process of slowing down his luck, he realized that he had all his flesh and blood, and he should be a living person.

However, he felt that his body was very unfamiliar, and many of his meridians were occluded, so even if he was seriously injured and his cultivation was lost, the meridians should be damaged or broken, and they should not be like now, as if he had never cultivated at all.

He couldn't figure it out, so he could only slowly start over and try to start practicing from the first calamity.

Although he had practiced before, he was familiar with the way, and he should have made progress soon, but he was covered with injuries, which undoubtedly slowed down his cultivation greatly.

In this strange and unknown environment, this is undoubtedly unsettling.

Bian Jing stayed quietly for more than an hour, and with his unremitting efforts, he finally slowly drew qi into his body and embarked on the path of cultivation again.

But this also made his perception of his five senses more and more keen, and the pain of the scars all over his body came more clearly.

Even though he is known as an iron man, he is also made of meat, although he does not exhale pain, but the fine sweat on his forehead can also show that he endures very hard.

The door creaked open, and a few people walked in.

One of the strangely dressed noblewomen, as soon as she saw Bian Ning's open eyes, she rushed forward excitedly and held Bian Ning's hand, "Xiao Ming, baby son, you finally woke up, you scared your mother to death, don't scare your mother so much in the future, okay, mother......"

Just as she was about to babble on, Bian Ning spoke, and after only one sentence, her eyes widened.

Bian Ning asked, "Who is Ernai?"

The noble lady was choked enough, and it took a long time to come back to her senses, staring at Bian Ning, "Baby son, what nonsense are you talking about, I'm your mother?"

Although he didn't understand the word "mother", he could understand "son" about it, and Bian Ning didn't know why this woman recognized him as "son", but he said matter-of-factly, "This lady, I don't know you." ”

The lady rolled her eyes and slapped him in the face, but when she saw the bandage wrapped around his head, she still didn't do it, so she had to look back at her husband and the doctor.

Her husband saw that Bian Ning's eyes were blank, and he didn't seem to be playing a prank, so he hurriedly asked the old man next to him, "Dean Zou, what's wrong with my son, is he not conscious?"

The old man did not answer immediately, but walked to the hospital bed, opened Bian Ning's eyelids and looked at him, and then carefully looked at his wounds, without waiting for him to speak.

Bian Ning asked again, "Who are you waiting for?

No one answered his question, and the old man finished checking it and said to the noble lady who was waiting anxiously: "Mrs. Jiang, if I am not mistaken, Ling Gongzi should have lost his memory." ”

"What? amnesia! how could it be!" said the lady and his wife, almost in unison.

"Dean Zou, take a closer look. The lady was dumbfounded, and couldn't believe that her son had lost his memory. The middle-aged man was still calm, and wanted the old man to be sure.

The old man didn't look at the wound on Bian Ning's body again, but took out one and said, "Young Master Jiang, have you ever seen this thing?"

His actions made the Jiang couple speechless. Who doesn't know a mobile phone in modern times?

But what made the two couples even more speechless was Bian Ning's answer, for a general who was killed by a golden iron horse and a horse, he didn't know what this boxy thing was, he asked rhetorically, "What is this?"

The old man just stared into his eyes for a moment, then lifted his eyelids and looked at him, as if he had no interest in telling him "what this is".

The old man tossed around on Bian Ning for a while, ignoring the murderous aura in his eyes, and turned to the Jiang family and said, "Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, the situation of Ling Gongzi is not optimistic. When he was in a car accident, his brain was hit hard, and I was worried about the aftermath of him. Now it seems that he not only lost his memory, but also lost a lot of knowledge he had learned. ”

At this point, he paused to let the couple get used to it, and then continued: "You can also see that he doesn't even recognize his mobile phone. And I'm sure he wasn't lying. Because he asked, where is this, who are you, if he just forgot the familiar person, with his common sense, he can easily judge that this is a hospital, there will be no doubt that he does not know where he is. ”

Seeing that the two couples were still in shock, they seemed to be frightened by his words, but he could only tell the truth, "The injuries on his body can heal in three or four months at most." But the problem of his amnesia cannot be solved in a while. Because the brain is the most complex and mysterious organ in the human body, now you have two choices, one is to wait for him to recover his memory by himself, and the other is to find someone to teach him from scratch, because his current memory should stay at one year old, and he can't do anything except talk. As you can see, he doesn't even know what his mother means. ”

Mr. Jiang was puzzled, "Then how does he know where this is? Who are you?"

Dean Zou said lightly, "That's an instinct, after all, he is not a one-year-old child, although he can't remember many things, and many words don't understand their meanings, but sometimes instinct will say these things for him." For example, although he doesn't know what a mobile phone is, if he gives him a mobile phone, maybe he will use it himself. ”

At this time, Mrs. Jiang asked, "But don't you think there is a problem with the way he speaks? He seems to use an old language, and he still says, "Who are you waiting for?" and "What is this?", even if this stinky boy is good, he can't say such things." ”

Dean Zou smiled and asked, "Did Ling Gongzi often talk a lot of nonsense before the accident and like to grind non-stop?"

The Jiang couple glanced at each other and were silent. In the past, their son's mouth couldn't be described as nonsense, could it be that because he talked too much before, getting sick was like a different person?

Dean Zou said what was in their hearts, "Generally, patients lose their memories and instincts, and many of them will become two people who are completely different from before, or even have opposite temperaments and personalities. You've heard of schizophrenia, it's actually pretty much the same as that. ”

He said as he wiped a cold sweat in his heart.

To tell you the truth, he said all these things to deceive.

Because he doesn't know how the patient became like this, according to common sense, even if the patient loses his memory, his instincts are still there, and his personality may change somewhat, but the way he speaks will not change, let alone change so much.

If it weren't for the fact that the couple was too big, he didn't want to give them the impression of being incompetent, and he wouldn't have been so cheeky in making up these words.

However, it seems that he succeeded, and the couple did not suspect him.

He comforted the Jiang couple again, swore that he would cure their son's illness, and then found an excuse to slip away.

He was afraid that if he stayed, he would show some feet. It is a good thing to climb the Jiang family's tree, but if you accidentally offend, it will be a disaster.

The Jiang couple sat with Bian Ning for an afternoon, and the two left together when it was dark.

During this period, the three of them also said a few words.

Bian Ning was on the defensive and didn't want to say more.

After all, too many things are weird, and he is afraid that there will be too many mistakes, so he keeps silent until he understands the ins and outs.

And the Jiang couple were worried and didn't know what to say.

Out of the door of the ward, the Jiang couple glanced at each other, and they could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

The husband said to the young man who had been guarding the door, "Civilized, find a few good hands and protect Xiao Ming." From now on, except for doctors and nurses, no one is allowed to approach Xiao Ming. All the news about Xiao Ming is not allowed to spread to the outside world at all. ”

After speaking, he thought about it and added, "Even doctors and nurses are only allowed to enter a specific number of people." You talk to the people in the hospital and ask them to keep their mouths shut. ”

Zhang Wenming bowed and said, "Master, Wenming knows." ”

The Jiang couple seemed to believe in this man, and left after giving the order.

Back at home, Mrs. Jiang rubbed her somewhat haggard face, "Husband, I'm so worried, what if Xiao Ming never recovers his memory?"

Mr. Jiang sighed, "At least he's still alive, isn't he?"

Mrs. Jiang muttered, "Yes, as long as he can live, there is no memory without memory, as long as his son is healthy and healthy, it is more important than anything else." ”

Mr. Jiang put his arm around her shoulders and comforted, "Don't worry, maybe he will suddenly recover that day?" Besides, my Jiang Yongnian's son, even if he learns from scratch, he can learn it!"

Listening to her husband's domineering words, Mrs. Jiang's heart gradually settled down.

……

Although Benning didn't know where he was, and he didn't recognize those people who were dressed as weird, he was sure that they had no malicious intent.

So he recuperated with peace of mind, and all the problems would wait until he recovered.

Early the next morning, Mr. and Mrs. Jiang brought a young girl over.

This woman has a tranquil expression, a beautiful face, a delicate figure, and a faint bookish atmosphere, intellectual and elegant.

Although General Bian didn't recognize the tight-fitting uniform and skirt, nor did he know what black stockings were, lace-up pointed heels, and black-rimmed glasses had never seen before, he still thought this woman was beautiful.

She walked slowly to the hospital bed, held up the frame of her glasses, pursed her lips and smiled, "Hello Young Master Jiang, I am Feng Qinya, your tutor, we will study together and make progress together in the future." ”

It is undeniable that her words and deeds are as beautiful and moving as her people.

The Jiang couple gave some advice and left.

Now their son's life is not in danger, and they are relieved. They all have a lot of work to do, and naturally they can't spend all day in the hospital with their son.

What's more, they hired this tutor for their son with a high salary, and they hope that when their son is in good health, the others will also be better.

No matter how bad it is, you can't let people think of him as an idiot, even if he learned it from scratch, the children of the Jiang family are also delayed.

More than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye, and during the day, Bian Ning followed Feng Qinya, an intellectual beauty, to learn the knowledge of this world, and by the way, admired her moving style.

Feng Qinya taught many things, he didn't understand many things, but he just relied on his strong memory to memorize them, but it had already made Feng Qinya look sideways.

At night, he secretly cultivated, wanting to restore his cultivation to his previous level.

One is for early recovery, and the other is for self-preservation. As long as he recovers to the level of the Third Tribulation Body Tribulation, he will have the ability to protect himself anywhere.

And again, his body will recover faster.

On this day, Feng Qinya planned to talk to Bian Ning about basic Chinese history, and did not intend to make him a historian, but just wanted him to have a general understanding.

In this era, not many people pay attention to history, especially Chinese history.

She just wanted to tell him about the most basic dynastic changes, a few famous emperors and dynasties, but when she talked about Emperor Xiaowu of the Han Dynasty.

Bian Ning's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked very abruptly, "How long has it been since the second year of Yuanshuo?"

Feng Qinya took her mobile phone and inquired about it, and then said, "If you mean Emperor Xiaowu of the Han Dynasty, it's been almost two thousand years." ”

Two thousand years! Bian Ning was stunned all of a sudden