Song Jinyan felt as if he was floating in the clouds, and his surroundings were milky white, and he couldn't see anything clearly. Is this paradise? But why is there no one?

Suddenly there was a sound of crying in the distance? Song Jinyan frowned, who was crying? As I walked along with the sound of crying, I suddenly heard what seemed to be someone talking.

"I tell you, if Xiao Mu has three long and two short, I can't spare you." A hoarse and trembling female voice came into Song Jinyan's ears.

Song Jinyan frowned, who is this woman, and why is there hysterical grief in her voice?

I only heard a heavy sigh, "How did I know, she would fall down the stairs ......" Although it was an annoyed tone, Song Jinyan could hear the man's thick nasal voice.

"You don't know? Then why give the child to talk about things at the top of the stairs. Yes, my daughter likes medicine, that's not what you're used to, you have been running with your daughter in major hospitals since you were a child, can you not be interested? Yes, you are powerful, you are the chairman of the company......" The woman was arguing a lot there.

Song Jinyan heard them seem to be discussing themselves. Well, daughter? I have lived in an orphanage since I was a child, how can I have parents? Also, studying medicine? I am a student who has been studying for seven years and has been working in the hospital for a year, how is it possible?

"Mr. Bai, Mrs., you see...... Miss's hand. “

"Xiao Mu, Xiao Mu......" the woman shouted loudly.

"Go and call the doctor in the next room." The man yelled.

Song Jinyan had a splitting headache, and a beam of white light shone on Song Jinyan, as if he heard a voice saying: Go, child. Don't worry, take revenge boldly!

"Miss Bai is out of danger of life, this is a symptom of waking up."

Song Jinyan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the figure above.

Where is this? Song Jinyan looked at it with confused eyes, "Who are you?" “

This sentence asked the three people standing in front of the bed.

Suddenly, I saw a figure rushing over and saying, "Xiao Mu, don't scare your mother, don't you know your mother?" “

"Mom?" Song Jinyan really felt very unfamiliar with the word mother.

Looking at the confused Song Jinyan, the young man helplessly said to the woman who was stuck to Song Jinyan's body like an octopus: "Mrs. Bai, don't be excited, I'll do a small check on Miss Bai." “

"Qing'er, let Doctor He check Xiao Mu." The man who was talking, this man Song Jinyan seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

"Miss Bai, it's rude." Dr. He was very puzzled, obviously he just fell down the stairs, and after examination, the head impact was not very bad, why did the result of amnesia occur.

"Miss Bai, are you calling me?" Song Jinyan looked at Dr. He, and suddenly his pupils dilated, his own voice, no, this is not his own voice, what the hell is going on?

Dr. Ho just smiled and began a series of operational tests.

After checking the pupil light reflection and so on, Dr. He looked at the man and the woman and said, "Preliminary diagnosis, Miss Bai has no physical problems, but due to the impact, it may have caused amnesia, but this is not easy to say, I hope you will go to the hospital for a progress examination." “

"Amnesia?" The noble lady who claimed to be her mother looked at Bai Xiaomu and left tears.

"Borrow a step to speak." Doctor He looked at them and nodded, then turned to look at Song Jinyan and said with a smile: "Miss Bai, don't think too much, just rest in peace." “

Song Jinyan nodded and watched them out. Watching them bring the door, Song Jinyan sat up slowly, and then touched the white bandage on his head.

Looking at their clothes and the furnishings in the house, this should not be a trip to ancient times. Especially the crystal lamps overhead glow.

"Miss." A gentle cry came from the end of the bed, and an aunt who looked to be forty or fifty years old smiled, "What do you need?"

Song Jinyan shook his head, feeling a little dizzy, frowned, looked at the vanity mirror by the bedside, his eyes widened.

No way? Song Jinyan's hand touched his face unconsciously, what was going on? This isn't your own face! Thin eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a pale small mouth. The short hair that used to be ear-length has now become waist-length hair. Then look down at your hands. The slender fingers like green onions are not rough hands that go to school and work to earn tuition.

Song Jinyan found that his body was still very weak, and he stood a little dazzled and staggered for a while.

Auntie looked at Song Jinyan like this, and hurriedly stepped forward to help, "Miss, I didn't say you, Mr. Bai didn't want you to go to the medical profession because he felt sorry for you, you don't know how many tears Mr. Bai and his wife shed for you." “

Where was the aunt chattering, Song Jinyan looked at the aunt and asked very suspiciously: "I was injured because I wanted to study medicine?" “

"Not really!" The aunt asked Song Jinyan to lie down, and then said with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth: "It's good to be a doctor, but it's the job of serving people, Miss I think you still don't want to ......"

"Well, I'd like to lie down and rest for a while, okay?" Song Jinyan thought it was incredible, and wanted to find out what was going on. Obviously, I watched my body enter the crematorium, why is I here now?

The aunt looked at Song Jinyan a little tired, her eyes were full of distress, she stuffed the quilt for Song Jinyan, and said softly: "Miss, you rest first, I'll make you the longan white fungus soup you like to drink." “

Song Jinyan nodded and watched her aunt go out, and then looked at the small electronic clock on the bedside table in the room, the time displayed on it turned out to be the day after her cremation three days later!

Slowly, my heart felt sour, because today is also the wedding of the two of them!

Song Jinyan recalled his life in the past few days, and his heart felt like he had been crushed fiercely, and tears flowed down. I scolded myself for being stupid in my heart, why would I believe them!

Closing his eyes, Song Jinyan's mind flashed with that gruesome and headache-inducing voice, "Jinyan, I heard that you have come back, will you work for me for a day tomorrow?" I've got something to do tomorrow, please! “

This snorting voice was the last word that his so-called good friend, Zhang Di, said to his living self.

Song Jinyan began to sort it out, a matter of his previous life. Start by returning home on your own.

At that time, Song Jinyan had just accompanied his mentor to attend a foreign medical seminar, and it was already twelve o'clock when he returned home.

Song Jinyan just arrived at the house he rented, and then took a shower and called her boyfriend Chen Zhang to report that she had returned to China. When the phone just hung up here, Zhang Di called over there.