Breaking events in the news are distant for many people, but for emergency room medical staff, they always have to face the wounds on the front line.

Nandu's annual marathon has started again, and Xin Yue's hospital has ushered in an extremely busy day as the designated hospital for the emergency office.

Halfway through the race, marathon runners are constantly being sent to the emergency room, and the emergency room, which is busy every day, has become more busy because the patients of the race are constantly being brought in, and the medical staff do not even have time to catch their breath.

One of the things that Xin Yue didn't dare to take lightly was a male contestant in about thirty, who was already unconscious and delirious when he was sent in, his lips were purple and dry, his limbs were twitching, and he was sweating all over his body.

With a "wow", he vomited the nearest Dr. Zhou.

"Ahh

Dr. Zhou jumped away screaming, with an attitude of avoidance.

"Run, run, get a plastic bag."

Shi Jiao was so angry that he reprimanded loudly.

Xin Yue hurriedly made up for it, stood in the pile of vomit, put the plastic bag for the patient, and wiped the cold sweat on his lips and forehead.

"Exercising too much, overloading the organs, I suggest giving him a detailed examination." Xin Yue looked at the data in the monitor.

"Okay, give him the arrears first, and open the checklist."

After resuscitation, the patient finally woke up and was about to call his family as soon as he regained consciousness, but at the moment his mind was confused, he could only think of an eight-digit mobile phone number, and firmly believed that the mobile phone number was only eight digits, and this unexpected situation blinded everyone in the emergency room.

Is this running amnesia?

Xin Yue thought of Fu Hongchen, who also had amnesia, and Fu Hongchen's condition was much more serious than him.

Although she has been studying medicine for so long, she has never met a patient with amnesia, but she has heard of a case of amnesia and has never encountered a patient like him.

Fu Hongchen refused to speak again, so Xin Yue had to coax him patiently: "Don't worry, I have always been very strict and will not tell others." ”

After speaking, he supported his chin with one hand, and his eyes were so innocent that he couldn't refuse.

A long time ago, Fu Hongchen sat in front of the TV as usual to watch those science fiction movies, and when he heard Xin Yue's words, he turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window and said: "I don't remember what is left in my memory, I just remember to drive those monsters out as soon as possible and liberate our homeland." ”

"What else?"

Xin Yue didn't give up, and he was used to such strange words.

"When I was twelve years old, when the first batch of monsters fell from the sky, they went around arresting people with weapons in their hands that we had never seen before, and the senior brother and the third senior brother were dissatisfied with their bullying of the people, and they were taken away by them and never came back."

The originally peaceful and peaceful city has become a danger to everyone.

"Wait!" Xin Yue interrupted him.

"What year was your twelve?"

"Yuanfeng 890 years!"

The hand holding her chin slipped, and she almost didn't fall off the stool.

Gotcha, go back again!

He pretended to brush his hair, smiled, and continued to ask, "Then how old are you now!" ”

“28！”

She is going to faint, she is three years older than her, what the hell is Yuanfeng 890? Although her history is not very good, she has never heard of this country name, and what about the monster that fell from the sky?

Is this the rhythm of blending antiquity and movie science fiction?

"You don't believe me!"

It's amazing to be able to believe.

Xin Yue didn't dare to look at his scrutinizing eyes, grabbed the iPad that was playing cartoons and asked, "Will you use this?" ”

The topic shifted extremely quickly, Fu Hongchen glanced at it and shook his head.

"What about computers?".

Keep shaking your head.

"Do you know what time it is? Who is our ****? ”

Fu Hongchen's eyes darkened, and Xin Yue suddenly felt that his heart was beating faster, and the hero was short of breath.

It's over, and I stepped on the thunder.

"That, I'll just ask, I still have papers to catch up, I'll go upstairs first."

Xin Yue ran upstairs quickly with books and iPads, afraid that if she took a slow step, Fu Hongchen would settle accounts with her.

For the first time, she knew that she could lose her memory to the point that she didn't even know mobile phones, televisions, computers, and other electronic products that even old people like Granny Li knew, let alone used.

Everything in today's society is even more ignorant.

People with amnesia only have amnesia, and they will not even forget the most basic common sense and living habits, and they will not even remember what kind of social environment it is today.

It's incredible.

Xin Yue didn't dare to ask Fu Hongchen about his amnesia, she was afraid that she would stimulate him again and let him out.

And the patient in front of him was anxious to report his family's safety, but the eight-digit mobile phone was definitely unreachable, Xin Yue looked at the number of his loved ones who he couldn't remember on weekdays no matter how hard he tried, and comforted: "Your brain is short of oxygen, and you have just woken up, don't be in a hurry, you can remember it after resting." ”

The patient is pale, in poor mood, and appears worried.

In fact, Xin Yue can also understand this mood, what is more terrible than forgetting what you don't want to forget? The patient had lost contact with his family since he was admitted to the hospital in a coma, and he didn't know what his family would be worried about, but he couldn't think of a full cell phone number.

It's a really worrying thing.

As the physical condition of the contestants returned to normal one by one, only this patient with amnesia and couldn't remember his family's number was left in the rescue room, he walked around the rescue room, completely ignoring the persuasion of the medical staff, Xin Yue took a piece of paper and pen and walked forward.

"I'll give you a pen and paper, you lie down and inhale oxygen and think slowly, don't worry, otherwise you will faint again, and your family will be more worried if they know."

The patient listened to Xin Yue's words, took the pen and paper, and lay back on the bed, continuing to fall into the dilemma of thinking about the number.

In the hospital cafeteria, Xin Yue was worried about picking up the grains of rice. Shi Jiao, who was sitting opposite her, looked at her for a long time and gently tapped her rice plate, "You didn't make a mistake today, and you still have your favorite grunt meat, why do you still look like you have lost your appetite." ”

Xin Yue took a bite of the flesh, thought about it and decided to ask Shi Jiao, who was older than herself, a professional question, "Did you say that anyone has amnesia and pinched time to lose it?" What I remember and what I don't remember is the feeling of two eras. ”

"What's wrong? Which case does this patient remind you of today? ”

"It's not a case, I'm asking if."

"There is no if, I think people with amnesia are cowards who escape from reality, there is no explanation." Shi Jiao showed a disdainful expression.

Xin Yue shut up, she felt that Fu Hongchen was not a coward, at least not now.

When the two returned to the emergency room after dinner, they saw a woman standing in front of the amnesiac patient's bed, and the two were relatively speechless, and both of them burst into tears.

"What's going on?" Xin Yue asked.

"After I drew blood for him, he had a flash of inspiration and remembered his wife's mobile phone number, and the person had just arrived, so that's it."

The nurse explained quietly.

Xin Yue looked at the patients and family members who were supporting each other and slowly walked out of the emergency room, thinking that Fu Hongchen mentioned his family that night, and her heart was even more determined to help Fu Hongchen retrieve his memory as soon as possible, or help him find his family.

"Don't look at it, envy the deep love between husband and wife, you should quickly find one for yourself." Shi Jiaoshen chattered in a cliché.

The image of teaching him to the computer that day suddenly came to mind.