When I finally regained consciousness, the first question that came to my mind was, who am I!

I was in a completely unfamiliar environment, and I didn't know anyone in front of me, but I knew that I was in a medical institution, and I knew everything in front of me, and the only thing I couldn't remember was my name, family, relatives and friends...... I lost a piece of information about myself.|For every two people who read romance, there is an account registered on the network.

Those who have not experienced this kind of forgetfulness may never imagine what kind of panic it is.

I sat up from the hospital bed almost as soon as I was excited, looking at the qiē in front of me fearfully and eagerly. At this time, a woman in her fifties came up to me, patted my hand lightly and said, "Are you awake?" What do you remember? ”

I looked at her completely unfamiliar face and shook my head and asked, "Who are you?" ”

There was loss and imperceptible reassurance in her eyes, and she slowly spoke: "It doesn't matter who I am, the key is who you are." ”

I didn't understand what she said, but it took me about five minutes to figure it out, and I nodded and asked, "Then who am I?" ”

This slower reaction speed than a cow gave me a headache, but it was really my own reaction.

Five minutes to respond to a question, this action made the woman frown, she raised her hand to call the doctor in front of me and asked: "I remember what you said at the time that there were no sequelae, what is the problem with him being so slow to respond now?" ”

She spoke English to the doctor, which was strange to me and understood.

Listening to what she meant, she seemed to care about me very much.

I looked at the people gathered around my bedside again, all but her were all medical staff.

The doctor was explaining to her: "I have been in a coma for too long, and my brain function has deteriorated a little, but after a period of exercise, I will definitely recover." ”

"How long?" The woman asked aggressively.

"Some individuals only need three to five days, while others take three to five months, and this was also said before the operation." The doctor's words were perfect and there were no loopholes.

It's just that everything they say, everything has to slowly slide through my head for a while before I can understand it.

I didn't ask too many questions, and the self-protection machine allowed me to keep silent at this time, remember as much as they could, and then save it for later to digest slowly.

The woman didn't mean to hide anything from me, and discussed in front of me for about half an hour how to recover and so on, and made sure that I didn't have any problems before letting the medical staff leave the room.

During their conversation, I observed the ward.

First of all, the room is very large, in addition to the hospital bed, there is a large wardrobe, a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, and the outside is a green space, a very wide green space. The separate bathroom is on the right hand side of the entrance, and there is a small coffee table and sofa opposite the bed, all of which are made of beige leather...... This qiē proves that this is a very good hospital.

When the room was quiet, the woman walked up to my bed, pulled a chair and sat down, looked at me and said slowly, "Do you have any questions for me?" ”

I could guess that she was supposed to be my relative, and after thinking about it, I asked, "Are you my mother?" ”

This sentence made her stunned, and she suddenly smiled and said, "No, I am your mother's good sister." ”

"Auntie?" I was stunned for about a minute, then pulled the word out of my head and asked again.

She was very satisfied with my reaction, shook her head with a smile and said, "No, it's the kind of good sister who is not related by blood." ”

I sighed, and began to wonder what kind of relationship a good sister who is not related by blood.

In my mind, a qiē has been slowed down a lot, and it takes a long time to even think of a word.

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?" She asked again.

I shook my head.

"Don't you care who you are?" She asked curiously.

"I want to remember who I am, who I am, and where I came from." I told her that I was speaking very slowly.

She had an incredulous expression on her face, thought for a moment before smiling and said, "I also hope you can remember and briefly introduce to you how you got here." ”

I subconsciously refused to hear about the process, and almost without thinking about it, said, "If I don't want to know about my past, I don't want to know from other people's mouths." ”

"It's not your past, you suffered a car accident, and then you had a concussion, and it took almost three months of treatment to fully recover your sanity, and you can recover like this, it can be said that it is a miracle of medicine." She briefly talked about the process and the extent of my injury.

At this point, she picked up the medical records next to the hospital bed and asked me, "Do you remember what you have learned?" ”

Seeing that I looked puzzled, she smiled and added, "Oh, are you still literate?" ”

Saying that, she handed me the medical record, I took it and looked at it, and my name was written on the cover, Cheng Xin.

The name was unfamiliar to me, and the letters were like tadpoles, but the most amazing feeling was that I knew them all. After reading it, it takes about a minute to react before you can understand the meaning of the words.

My medical records were very thick, and I turned to the first page to see the time of admission, the reason for hospitalization, the physical condition at that time, and so on. I read a page of basic information with a lot of information for almost an hour to figure out what it meant.

The woman had been sitting quietly in front of the hospital bed, looking patiently at me, without showing any impatience.

After reading a page, I had a little headache and even some nausea, and although I wanted to know what was going on, I had to put down the medical records.

"Your current discomfort is a normal reaction after just recovering, and it will get better after a while. You get some rest first, and when you want to know something, call me. She said, placing a business card on the table, "Your mom and I are best friends, so you don't have to be polite to me." ”

After she left, I picked up my business card and looked at it.

Her name is Yuan Zheng, and she is the chairman of a listed company. I really didn't think that I would have such a life, my mother would have such a cow sister, or was she not related by blood?

As soon as the words of listed companies and chairman of the board of directors squeezed into my mind, I carried a series of information. I don't know what I've been through before, but I know the words.

After I was sober for ten days, I still didn't think of any news about myself, but I remembered the books I had read, some common sense I was familiar with, and even I was proficient in operating a computer, and I could read the candlestick charts of stocks, financial statements, and even any news in the newspaper.

The reaction speed is more than twice as fast as when I was just awake. But compared to normal people, I still react much slower.

The doctor and Aunt Yuan were pleasantly surprised by my recovery, and they said that the recovery speed was already very good.

I am very grateful to Aunt Yuan Zheng, but I have never taken the initiative to ask myself. I stubbornly wanted to think of it myself, not with the help of other people's narratives.

She was very tolerant of my stubbornness and gave me plenty of time.

A month later, I finally gave up trying to remember my past. Because no matter how hard I try to think about it, my mind is blank.

When I asked to know about my own experience and family, Aunt Yuan took out her computer, found a document and said to me, "This is your resume, your education experience, work experience and growth experience, as well as your parents' situation." ”

"Thank you, Aunt Yuan." I say.

She smiled slightly: "You don't have to thank me, everything I know is sorted out and put in the document, but you didn't grow up with me after all, and I don't know many details." All of this I know is superficial information, and the most important and core ones, including your childhood, are up to you to remember. I hope this material will serve as a starting point. ”

The information she put together was really simple, and it only took me just over an hour to read and digest it.

From the information, I know that I am not a very happy person. My parents died when I was 20 years old, and I finished college with the insurance money they left behind, and I have been working for Aunt Yuan's company ever since. On the eve of the accident, the company was just about to send me to work in China.

I am a Chinese-American, and I came to the United States when I was eight years old with my parents who came to study, and I have stayed here ever since.

This resume may be a highlight in the eyes of others, but I feel very awkward, and I even have some resistance to it.

I thought about it carefully, and I felt that there were two reasons for the awkwardness: first, I didn't want to compress my life of more than 20 years into a few thin pages; Second, I don't want to know my past through other people's mouths.

But in the current situation, I don't know anything about myself if I don't do this.

No matter how you know your past, you finally have a general understanding and understanding of yourself in your mind. It's ridiculous to say, I want to know my own qiē, but I have to rely on others. I don't think anyone wants this feeling.

Aunt Yuan paid more attention to me, and when my reflexes were almost restored, she asked me to go back to work, and as for going to China to take charge of the new company, it would have to be postponed for a while.

There are more things to do at work than just being hospitalized, and I always had a feeling of being overwhelmed at first, but everyone seemed to know what I was going through, and they didn't push me. Slowly, I was able to keep up with the pace of everyone's work, and after more than a month, Aunt Yuan deliberately asked me to start bringing a small project.

Two weeks later, the project was completed and the project was assessed by the board of directors.

On the same day, Aunt Yuan called me into the office and said to me very seriously: "You recover very quickly, there is still a certain gap between the project and the original, I have the project you have done before, and you can take it to see the evaluation report and get back the feeling of doing things before." ”

These should all belong to the company's confidential information, and she pushed it in front of me so generously.

I was touched by this, and read these materials with 12 points of care and seriousness, and even took some notes in my computer.

The evaluation reports after the end of these projects are a valuable learning resource that I have benefited a lot.

From these materials, I also saw my own resoluteness.

There is a reason why Aunt Yuan values me so much, because I can solve some difficult projects that others dare not do.

Half a year later, Aunt Yuan wanted me to go back to China to manage the company that had been established for half a year, but there was no official person in charge.

I said yes, I was looking forward to going home, and I really wanted to go back early. It's like there's someone waiting for me over there. At the same time, I also know that I basically don't have any relatives over there, and even if I do, I haven't been in touch with our family for years.

When you go abroad, many relationships become estranged, and my family is no exception. I also have no plans to go back to visit relatives and friends, and a person who has grown up outside and lost all memories of growing up has nothing to do with finding old relatives.