Just when the doctor was still looking at Luo Zhaoyang and them, and making all kinds of conjectures, a man in his fifties appeared at the door of the doctor's office, wearing a white coat that could let people know that he was a doctor without saying it.

After gently knocking on the open door, he smiled and asked, "Doctor Li, how is Mr. Luo's injury?" ”

"Dean, you're here." Dr. Li looked at the dean's appearance, as if he was expecting, and his tone still showed his unhappiness.

In the hospital, in addition to the president, he is even a veteran of the hospital, although his position is lower than the president, but in the hospital, the weight of his words is far greater than that of the president, and his weight, in layman's terms, is that there are people above him.

"Of course I'm coming, although I've heard a lot about Dr. Luo, but it's better to be famous than to meet, I never thought that Dr. Luo was so young, it's really terrifying." The dean said as he greeted him, and when his big hand held Luo Zhaoyang's hand tightly, the excited expression was a little exaggerated.

"Are you ......" Looking at the man in front of him with gray hair, Luo Zhaoyang really didn't know whether it was better to call him uncle, or uncle, uncle, I felt that he was a little too young, if he was called grandpa, his face that did not have too many wrinkles made him feel disrespectful to others.

"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Zhang Jiaming, I am the director of this hospital, when I was doing academic exchanges in Kyoto, I heard people mention that you used a silver needle to save the director of the Public Security Department Le Qin, which made us Yan and Huang descendants once again see the breadth and profundity of Chinese medicine and another realm of Chinese medicine in medicine." When Dean Zhang talked about Leqin, his eyes lit up, as if it was not Luo Zhaoyang who saved Leqin, but himself.

"I saved the director of the Public Security Department? Is there such a thing? Luo Zhaoyang turned his gaze to Wang Meixin and Liu Ruxin, he had no idea that he had such an amazing work.

Looking at Luo Zhaoyang's surprised expression, Liu Ruxin and Wang Meixin nodded at the same time, which could be regarded as an affirmative answer to the incident stated by Dean Zhang.

"I'm sorry, I forgot that Dr. Luo's injury caused brain damage and caused some loss of memory." Looking at Luo Zhaoyang's somewhat surprised expression, the dean, who had just let go of Luo Zhaoyang's hand, patted his forehead, expressing embarrassment at his own presumptuous words.

"Since Dean Zhang and Dr. Li already understand, then I would like to ask Dr. Li, as the attending doctor of the Department of Brain, do you think there is any possibility of his condition improving, to put it simply, whether he will remember the things he has forgotten." Wang Meixin went straight to the point, he didn't come here to listen to other people's compliments on Luo Zhaoyang, she just wanted to know if Luo Zhaoyang could remember herself, and if she remembered what she had experienced with her.

With Wang Meixin's question, everyone's eyes returned to Dr. Li, and Dr. Li, who was originally expressionless, listened to Dean Zhang talk about Luo Zhaoyang, and his half-believing gaze returned to Luo Zhaoyang, and at this moment he finally understood why Luo Zhaoyang dared to question himself.

"From the CT figure, there is nothing wrong with the patient's head trauma, but the brain is not damaged, for the patient's temporal amnesia, we call this partial amnesia, and one of the reasons for this, some data show that it is caused by the confusion caused by the brain being violently concussed or hit hard, as for whether the patient can recover 100%, there has been in the case history."

Before Dr. Li could finish speaking, Wang Meixin immediately stood up and interrupted Dr. Li's words at once, her nervous eyes stared at Dr. Li, and at the same time asked, "How long will it take to recover?" How much certainty there is. ”

"I can't tell you this, it depends on the patient himself, but there are studies that show that for such a local memory, I suggest that you take him back to a place he is familiar with, and if possible, you can reorganize some things in life, which will help him recover his memory, commonly known as physical therapy."

"Back to a place he is familiar with? Physiotherapy? While Liu Ruxin repeated these key words, she turned her gaze to Luo Zhaoyang, and then continued: "Then let's go back and clear it, and let's start again, starting from the place we know." ”

"I'm meant to be clear, shouldn't I go back?" Looking at Liu Ruxin's expression, Luo Zhaoyang asked incomprehensibly.

"That's right, you are Qingkai, and it is also because you are going back to Qingkai, so you had an accident on the way, and you fell off the train." Liu Ruxin shook Luo Zhaoyang's hand.

On the day Luo Zhaoyang left, Liu Ruxin originally just wanted Luo Zhaoyang to go back to his hometown to have a look, and Meixin was by her side, but she never thought that as soon as she let go like this, she would let go of those good memories between them.

"There was an accident on the train, what happened that day, didn't you say that you witnessed me falling off the train, what happened?" Luo Zhaoyang seemed to think of something, he turned his gaze to Wang Meixin, he wanted to know the reason for his amnesia.

"I'm still investigating this matter, and I suspect that someone is trying to use the opportunity of your departure from Kyoto to your disadvantage, otherwise the killer on the train wouldn't have done it so seamlessly." Wang Meixin recalled the situation that day, for those who attacked Luo Zhaoyang, judging from their skills, they were definitely professionals.

"Someone is trying to harm me? Is it worth it? Although Dean Zhang admired Luo Zhaoyang just now, Luo Zhaoyang never felt that he was an important person, or a rich person, in his existing memory, he had no other property except for the clinic left by his grandfather, and he didn't know who was guilty, so for the sake of fame and profit, he felt that he had no possibility of being killed.

But just as he finished speaking, Wang Meixin's mobile phone rang, and when Wang Meixin looked at the caller ID on the mobile phone screen, she looked at Luo Zhaoyang a little nervously, and then pressed the answer button: "Hey, I'm Wang Meixin." ”

"Section Chief Wang, we have compared and tested the materials you sent one by one, and the information about those murderers is emailed to you, or is it ......" The phone put forward a simple plan, and at the same time waited for Wang Meixin's arrangement.

"You keep your information confidential for me, now you can simply tell me whether those people are from abroad, or some from China, and I will go to clear it in the next two days, and those materials will not be allowed to be read by anyone until I come back." Wang Meixin explained to the other end of the phone, and at this moment she heard from the tone of the person on the other end of the phone that the matter was more serious than she thought.

"Understood, then I'll just say it simply, the people who attacked you are indeed as you guessed, they are some professional killers from abroad, they entered through fake visas, and after investigation, there were two other groups of people who entered the country on the same day, so we have reason to believe that if the attack on the train is unsuccessful, they may have a second plan, so it can be seen from here that their purpose is very clear, that is, to kill Dr. Luo."

Wang Meixin listened to the words on the phone, she immediately rushed to the door, and when she checked that there was no danger around, she asked in surprise: "You mean that if they know that Doctor Luo is not dead, then they may still cause a second attack?" ”

Liu Ruxin looked at Wang Meixin's nervousness, her heart was not calm, she walked to Wang Meixin's side and asked in a whisper, "Who will want Zhaoyang's life?" ”

"Whoever it is, when we get back to Qingkai, everything will be much easier." Luo Zhaoyang reluctantly squeezed out a smile to comfort the two women who were still worried about him.

Qingkai is his place, in Chaoyang Street, the people who live around him are neighbors he has been with for a long time, and Chaoyang Street is within the control of him and the Zhao family, if people can still do whatever they want in such a place, then he Luo Zhaoyang is not worthy of being the land security of Chaoyang Street.

"Just in case, I'd better say hello to Qingkai in advance and let him pay more attention." Wang Meixin frowned and said, although she does not have 100% evidence to prove the person who wants to harm Luo Zhaoyang, but at this moment there are candidates in her heart, and these people, whether they are motives or capital, are enough for them to spend such manpower and financial resources to deal with Luo Zhaoyang.

If it weren't for Ah Sheng telling Luo Zhaoyang that the fifth uncle's condition had stabilized, Luo Zhaoyang would not agree to the plan to leave for Qingkai immediately, after all, he came here completely for the fifth uncle's condition, otherwise he would not be willing to leave Yinling and Bala here.

After more than two days of driving, Luo Zhaoyang and Wang Meixin and their escort team finally entered the territory of Qingkai smoothly, when the car just drove into Qingkai City, that sense of familiarity came back to his mind, and the wind blowing in from the car window made him seem to smell the smell of his homeland.

Luo Zhaoyang closed his eyes, stuck his head out of the window, and deeply inhaled this long-lost taste, and in his blowing wind, he captured the unique local flavor of Qingkai.

"Zhaoyang, do you remember? Remember what this place is? Liu Ruxin, who was sitting on the side, looked at Luo Zhaoyang, who finally smiled, and asked softly.

"Of course, there is the land where I was born and raised, and there are footprints where I grew up, how could I not remember." Luo Zhaoyang didn't retract his head, and as soon as he finished speaking, he put his hands to his mouth, and then shouted loudly outside: "Qingkai, Zhaoyang, your grandfather is back." ”

Fengcheng seemed to have become Luo Zhaoyang's messenger, became his intercom, when their cars just drove into Chaoyang Street, the firecrackers on both sides were lit, and those who were well hidden with the sound of firecrackers poured out of the house one after another, and then ran with Luo Zhaoyang's car.