"Record, the patient's body appearance abrasions are severe."

In the darkness, a voice seemed to echo from afar.

The eyelids are uncovered, and the bright light of the medical flashlight is directly ingested into the eyes, and the pupils consciously shrink into a dot. The whites of his eyes were filled with blood, which made the doctor frown slightly, and he reported to his colleague who was making the record without looking back: "The pupils respond obviously to light, and the patient regains consciousness after a short coma, the fundus of the eyes is congested, and he is suspected of cerebral hemorrhage." ”

The voice was clearer, right in his ear, a few steps away.

The heart was pressed several times with standard cardiac resuscitation techniques, and the arm was slightly raised. The sphygmomanometer was wrapped around it and began to work, barely a powerful pacing made the doctor's face look a little better: "Low pressure 65, high pressure 107, regular breathing, normal cardiopulmonary function." ”

Greedily gasping for breath, sucking every bit of energy out of the air.

"Fractured bone in the diaphysis of the tibia and fibula of the left leg."

His limbs were gently groped evenly, and the sharp pain in his left leg was like an electric current that went straight to his brain, crispy and numb, and made him regain his ability to think.

The body is swaying with the surroundings regularly, is this, in the ambulance?

With the needle piercing the back of his hand, a somewhat indifferent voice suddenly came to his ears: "Patient Nim, are you okay?" Remember your name? ”

What is your name? My name, what is my name? Can't remember......

Seeing that he was blankly unresponsive, the doctor on the car said to his colleague expressionlessly: "Rummage through his bag and see if there are any documents in it that can prove his identity." ”

Knowing Suosuo's churning voice, someone read word by word: "Song Jong-hyuk, this patient's name is Song Jong-hyuk." ”

The doctor who gave himself an intravenous drip turned his head and reassured, "Song Jong-hyuk, don't be afraid, you had a car accident-" His voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and he stared at the person who had just called out his name and asked, "Song Jong-hyuk?" Are you sure his name is Song Jong Hyuk? ”

The assistant doctor was stunned by the question, and held up the ID card in his left hand in a daze: "Before, senior, it's Song Jong-hyuk That's right." ”

The doctor gritted his teeth and scolded, "Hey, Xiba." Then he lowered his body, hugged Song Jonghyuk's shoulders with both hands and shouted, "Doctor Song, Doctor Song, please hold on, we will take you to the hospital immediately!" ”

Song-Jong-hyuk? Is this my name? Song Jong-hyuk? Why, not at all......

He was still struggling to think about it, and an uncontrollable pain rolled out of the depths of his brain, torturing his already wounded head as if it were about to tear his soul apart. He couldn't stand it any longer, straightened his neck, straightened his upper body with his left hand, turned his head and vomited violently, splattering filth all over the floor, and the already small carriage was immediately filled with the sour smell of filth.

The doctor on the car hurriedly wiped off the filth left at the corner of Song Jong-hyuk's mouth with a towel, forcibly pressed his body down on the stretcher, and carefully fixed Song Jong-hyuk's head to the left to prevent the violent vibration from making the cerebral hemorrhage more severe. Unfolded a vomit bag close to Song Jong Hyuk's mouth, with the inhalation of carbon dioxide, Song Jong Hyuk felt better and stopped vomiting, but the piercing pain in his head was like a bone appendage, still stubbornly persisting, tormenting his consciousness on the verge of collapse all the time. The doctor glanced at the stains on his shoes, but he didn't dislike anything, quietly turned around, sat away from Song Jong-hyuk, and scolded loudly at his juniors: "What are you doing in a daze?" Hurry up to contact the hospital, arrange surgery, notify the thoracic surgeon, Dr. Song Jong-hyuk was injured in a car accident! ”

"Xiuying, Xiuying! Even Du Yu...... It's all oppa's fault......"

Through the gap he let go, Song Jong-hyuk vaguely saw that there was still a stretcher beside him. Judging from the figure, it was a girl lying on it, who should have passed out at the moment, only her rising and falling chest and frowning brows from time to time, showing that she was still alive. A figure crouched beside the girl, sobbing with her head in her hands in worry, and muttering incessantly to the girl who was clearly unconscious. Another doctor was sitting on the sidelines, watching over her as he removed the walkie-talkie from the wall of the carriage: "Ambulance No. 28 reports that two injured people, a man and a woman......"

"Look, survived?" Suddenly, a man's voice appeared, and some familiar tones startled Song Jong-hyuk, and he turned his head to find the source of the voice.

"Eh, don't move, otherwise the situation of cerebral hemorrhage will be more serious." As the voice sounded beside him, a man entered Song Jong-hyuk's field of vision.

He stood quietly on the side of the stretcher and leaned down to look at Song Jong-hyuk with concern. The dazzling light on the roof of the carriage cast a huge shadow, illuminating Song Jong-hyuk completely unable to see his face clearly, and could only roughly see the outline of a figure. Song Jong-hyuk subconsciously reached out and leaned upwards to touch his body.

It didn't take much effort, and there was a warm and dry touch in my hands. The man took the initiative to reach out and hold Song Jong-hyuk's hand tightly for help, like the light that gave him life in the darkness. He squatted down, his face gradually becoming clear in Song Jong-hyuk's eyes.

The thick bangs can't hide the slightly frowning brow, the eyes are full of concern, and the serious appearance makes Song Jong-hyuk's heart unconsciously give birth to a sense of closeness. The bridge of his tall nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, but there was a faint smile on his lips, as if he was happy for Song Jong-hyuk's survival, and it seemed that there was something more pleasing to him.

"Sober?" The man's lowered head was very close, the sound of his speech was close to his ears, and even the faint airflow of his breath between words hit Song Jong-hyuk's earlobe and cheek, which was clearly felt by his extremely sensitive body due to pain. In an instant, the roar of the engine, the call to the mobile phone, and the crying that had just been faintly heard all slipped away from the side like air. The whole world fell silent, and Song Jong-hyuk couldn't feel anyone else, only this man in his eyes that made him feel very familiar.

"Who are you?" His lips trembled and buzzed for a long time, but he still didn't have enough strength to say a complete sentence, and Song Jong-hyuk could only hope for eye contact. He adjusted the angle of his head, and although it made the man's expression tense for a moment, he finally finished the docking of his gaze, and asked in his eyes.

"Me? Heh, did you forget it so quickly? The man chuckled, and his frowning brows finally dispersed: "Just now, who said that he would definitely save you?" ”

Song Jong-hyuk was stunned for a moment, trying to bring back the only memory left in his mind, but was surprised to find that he didn't remember anything. His eyes widened suddenly, the corners of his eyes seemed to be about to crack, and his eyes were full of helplessness and hesitation: "I don't remember anything, I, what's wrong with me?" ”

"Hey." The man avoided Song Jonghyuk's gaze, sighed, and said in a low tone: "It is organ amnesia caused by the impact of the brain in the car accident, the specific cause is still uncertain, it may be the damage to the hippocampus, or it may be caused by other reasons." ”

"Amnesia? In other words, I can't get my memories back? Song Jong-hyuk's eyes receded slightly, but the desperation that surged up made the man a little worried: "Ah, don't worry, okay?" You're also a doctor, why are you so uncompetitive? Amnesia will not affect your normal life. Although it is a rather troublesome and long-term process to recover your memories through guò treatment, and the specific situation depends on luck, as long as you persist and do not give up, there is still a good chance that you will recover your memories and become your own. ”

“…… Your level of comfort is terrible. Although he didn't want to admit it, the man's words did make Song Jong-hyuk have a trace of confidence in his heart.

The ambulance shook slightly, and Song Jong-hyuk and the man looked at each other and smiled, as if the whole world was flooded, and this car was their Noah's Ark, tossed in the wind and waves, but there was always hope for life. The man let go of Song Jong-hyuk's hand, got up and took a step back.

The voice in his ears came back all at once, and the huge amount of information received in an instant seemed to stir Song Jong-hyuk's brain into a pulp. The pain in his brain that began to get worse was constantly distracting him, making it difficult for him to concentrate and stay awake. The black light and shadow dragged on for a long time, and his spirit became trance-like, and Song Jong-hyuk was already on the verge of a coma, and he could only faintly hear the slightly panicked shouts of the doctor on the car and the small push of his body. His gaze was a little dazed, he closed his eyes, fixed for a moment, and then tried to open them. Sure enough, the man stood behind the doctors, smiling at him. Song Jong-hyuk smiled at the man with difficulty, withdrew his distracted gaze and put it on the headlamp above his head, stimulating himself with a strong light not to fall unconscious.

The body no longer swayed, the back door of the ambulance opened, and the doctor on the car smoothly pushed the stretcher of the girl next door out of the car, and the hospital nurse who had already prepared immediately rushed up. It was Song Jong-hyuk's turn, and he turned his gaze to the man and met his gaze again.

The last question in his eyes sounded: "Who are you?" Then a whisper came to his ear—

"Song He, my name is Song He."

Song Hyuk. Song Jong-hyuk's lips moved slightly, and he muttered, but he no longer had the strength to hold on, and finally his head tilted and he fainted.

(Note: (1) xi, honorific in Korean, sir.) (2) Even Du Yu, the transliteration of the Korean word "what to do". (3) Oppa, the Korean term for a woman's brother. ）