"Yes, Mr. Cho. ”

Xiaomei looked at Qiu Minghao like a monster, and today she was really scared by Qiu Minghao.

"Mr. Qiu, do you feel that something is wrong?"

Yang Jin looked at Qiu Minghao with concern on his face,

"Why don't we give you a detailed check-up?"

Then, before Tyumen could react, he had already instructed the other doctors and nurses around him to push Tyumen Hao into another room.

When everything was checked, Tyumenho was pushed into a ward.

It is a VIP ward.

Clean.

Be quiet.

That's good.

The results of the examination just now still show that his body is intact and his brain is not damaged in any way.

In response to his question about the date, the doctors and nurses unanimously said that today is December 7, 2006.

Could it be that my memory is wrong?

But how could you!

Or what doctors call temporary amnesia.

Temporary amnesia?

What international jokes?

He remembered everything clearly, so why did he lose his memory of the date?

But he still accepted the doctor's advice and stayed in the hospital for a day of observation.

Tyumen Hao paralyzed himself on the hospital bed at will.

He reclined at the head of the bed, reflecting on what had happened today.

Everything that happened today was very weird, not only the date, but he also learned from the conversation between the doctor and the nurse that he was indeed completely breathless after falling from the building, which fully met the medical criteria for death identification!

But no one knows, why his body is intact?

And what's even more terrifying.

He came back from the dead!

This is medically difficult to explain.

But that's how weird things happened!

Kyoto University Hospital is one of the top hospitals in the country, and it is impossible for their doctors to make such a low-level mistake and identify an unscathed person as a dead body - if this is spread, it will be a great damage to the reputation of Kyoto University Hospital, and even a joke in the medical community!

The hospital is big and quiet.

The nurse Xiaomei brought him lunch, and he had no appetite.

Although he didn't die, he really preferred to die a little better.

He looked out the window in a daze, thinking about the ups and downs he had experienced in his short thirty-one years of life, although short, but also wonderful.

Before jumping off the building, Tyumen was a private securities investment consultant and graduated from the Wharton School of Business, which is ranked first in the world in financial disciplines, with a doctorate in finance.

Before going to the United States to study for a doctorate, he was already the youngest chief analyst of CEFC Securities, the largest securities company in China.

But when everyone thought that he would go up the river to take charge of the bull's ear in the domestic securities analysis industry, Qiu Minghao suddenly disappeared from the eyes of the Chinese people.

At the age of 25, he entered the Wharton School to pursue a Ph.D., becoming the first Asian-American PhD full scholarship recipient in Wharton's history.

At the age of 28, Tyumen graduated with a Ph.D. a year ahead of schedule and got a position at Goldman Sachs, the most famous investment bank on Wall Street, and it took only three years to reach the position of VP from Analyst, which takes at least eight years for the average person!

But just when everyone was waiting for him to become the most high-profile investment banking star on Wall Street, he disappeared from Wall Street again.

Since then, the name Tyumenhao has been left on the capital of Wall Street.

At that time, Qiu Minghao quietly returned to China and was hired as a private securities investment consultant for the boss of a top consortium in China, who was responsible for securities investment for him, with an annual salary of 10 million.

In just three years, he bought a hilltop villa in the largest first-tier city in the south, three top-notch mansions with a view of the first-line river, and several luxury cars. Due to the hot and crazy real estate market, he has become worth hundreds of millions of dollars in just a few years, becoming the youngest wealthy upstart in the city.

Just when Qiu Minghao, who was proud of the spring breeze, imagined that his personal assets in his account at the end of this year would exceed 200 million, in August, the company he bought in full positions after careful analysis was found by the Securities Regulatory Commission to have seriously falsified its financial statements.

Bearish Raid!

The stock price plummeted and lay on the down limit for 10 trading days before the stock applied for a temporary suspension of trading.

And this stop is more than three months.

However, to the public's outrage, the company not only failed to repair the huge negative effects caused by the falsification of financial statements, but also caused other violent chain reactions caused by other scandals, and finally there was no hope of resuming trading, and the company was removed from the Securities and Futures Commission and can no longer be listed and traded shares.

The big boss has suffered heavy losses, because their agreement is a guaranteed commitment contract, even if they take all of Qiu Minghao's net worth, it is not enough to compensate one percent of the big boss's losses!

Qiu Minghao wanted to cry without tears, and in despair, he chose the way that the vast majority of failed comrades in this industry would choose - to commit suicide by jumping off a building!

The light outside the window gradually dimmed, but Qiu Minghao's face was a picture of despair that could not be loved.

Although this jump did not die, it is already a miracle.

But what good is such a miracle for him?

Thinking of this, the migraine that had plagued Tyumen Hao for many years flared up again.

But at this moment, nurse Xiaomei suddenly opened the door and rushed in.

"Mr. Qiu, a large number of reporters have broken into the hospital again, and we have sent additional security personnel to block them out of the door of the inpatient department, but please remember to lock the doors and windows and close the curtains from the inside. Don't open the door to anyone!"

Nurse Xiaomei hurriedly said to Qiu Minghao while quickly closing the curtains!

Before Tyumen Hao realized what was happening, he saw a frantically sparkling light outside the window, flickering in the already gloomy sky.

Like a spark in the distant sky.

"Journalists?"

Tyumen Hao was shocked.

After he returned to China, he never appeared in public, and the only people who knew his exact whereabouts were the big boss and a few people close to him.

He has never been on TV, has not opened a blog, has not had his own self-media platform, and has never appeared in public. For more than three years, he has almost evaporated from the world.

But how did these reporters learn about his jumping off the building today?

Could it be that the hospital leaked the news?

"Yes, Mr. Qiu, the reporter just came in the afternoon, when the doctor announced that you were dead, they all left, but I didn't expect that they didn't know where to get the news of your awakening, and they all came back. ”

Nurse Xiaomei closed the curtains and turned around and said:

"They won't leave easily without digging up your scoop!"

"How did they know that I had jumped off the building?"

Qiu Minghao's eyes were puzzled.

He was alone in the city, with no friends, no colleagues, no lovers, his parents died together in a car accident many years ago, and he didn't even have his ID card when he jumped off the building.

"Well, Mr. Qiu, it's a long story, you'll find out when you turn on the TV, more detail than I told you. ”

Nurse Xiaomei smiled at Qiu Minghao, and then gently closed the door.

Let's go.

At the end, I didn't forget to remind Qiu Minghao to lock the door of the room from the inside.

Watching Xiaomei mysteriously leave the ward, Qiu Minghao grabbed the TV remote control board from the bedside table next to the bed, and when he pressed it, the picture he wanted to see appeared on the TV.

He was instantly stunned in shock.

I'm cold!