A gunshot in the wilderness was particularly piercing and hideous.

I pulled myself together and began to prepare the medicine I needed to treat the trauma at my mobile clinic, and a group of daring people near the slum were already running over to see what was going on.

My name is Wei Zhangchao, I am a doctor, gender, male. After graduating, he worked in the provincial capital for seven years. Seven years have passed like a nightmare.

Starting as a dispenser as a dispenser, I revisited the vow I took when I entered college: "I volunteered to dedicate myself to medicine... I am determined to do my best to eliminate the suffering of mankind, to help the perfection of health, to maintain the sanctity and honor of medical skills, to save lives and help the wounded, and to strive for the development of the motherland's medical and health undertakings and the physical and mental health of mankind all my life." My ideal is to become a doctor who can help all sentient beings and the world, and my ideal may be too big, but I have never stopped chasing it.

Two years later, because of a difficult illness, I became a veritable attending surgeon, and a few years later, I became the deputy chief doctor, and in the process, I was glad that every patient had recovered under my hands, that they had sent me pennants, that they gave me a thumbs up, and that I was also saddened by the loss of some patients who I was powerless to return to.

During this period, what made me tired was all kinds of qualification exams, papers, medical conferences, etc.

And that's not all.

The doctor's income is closely related to the price of the drugs prescribed to the patient and the price of the examination, but I have become an alternative doctor in the hospital, with a great reputation but the lowest income.

After all, I was unable to afford the high fees of the patients, and I was unable to afford the cumbersome process of registration, I walked and walked, and found myself walking far, far away...

I had already broken my vows and promises.

In the face of everyone's attention and the opposition of my family, I accepted a donation from a foundation and started to open my own independent clinic to provide the best possible medical care to all the people at the lowest price. I've traveled through many cities, walking in the shadows at the very edges, treating the poorest, and not long after I returned to the town, I settled in a slum and opened a mobile clinic.

The wounded man was quickly carried back, and said to have been pulled out of the swamp to the west, and was a man who smelled of rotting mud. He was covered in mud and grass, and a few leeches sat peacefully on his face, sucking and swelling.

I frowned and moved the injured person without permission, not knowing if there was a secondary injury.

On a full-body examination, the bullet penetrated the wound, entered the right side of the skull, and was shot from the right side near the temple. The man's luck was very good, and I heard that if the bullet remained in the skull, it would continue to rotate before it stopped, and it looked like a small hole, and a huge cavity would form inside, and at that time, he would have died on the spot.

Fortunately, there are still certain conditions for small clinics. I held back the curious crowd, for such a bullet wound would require extreme concentration and patience. Subcutaneous hemorrhage, fragments of intracranial bones, skull fixation, all of these require a large operating room and testing. As a last resort, I had to temporarily disinfect and clean all the areas around his wounds, stop the bleeding, and put on an oxygen mask. The nearby hospital was not ideal, so I immediately called someone to take him directly to the central hospital in the far town overnight.

It's still too late.

A series of work such as CT scans of the brain were performed, and a large-scale craniotomy to remove bone fragments began in the emergency room. After an overnight operation, the patient's vital signs gradually stabilized.

The doctor told me to contact the patient's family, and they called the police because the bullet wound was suspicious.

The identity of this man seems to be very mysterious, and he only has one ID card on him, Zhang Shouxi. There are no contact details of relatives that can be provided.

The patient's vitality is very tenacious, he was in a coma after being shot, but he can still support the operation, the operation goes smoothly, and he can quickly stabilize. But the patient's desire to survive did not seem to be ideal, and after more than a week, he still could not wake up.

Several groups of police came one after another, took pictures, collected evidence, and finally paid the medical expenses in advance and demanded that Zhang Shouxi be sent to a hospital in another province. Soon a car was sent to pick him up.

I don't agree with transporting him away, why send him so far when he can be effectively treated here.

I'm not a family member, I'm completely unfamiliar with him, and I don't even have the qualifications to go with the car.

Until finally, I was anxious to tell the people who came that I was a friend of Zhang Shouxi, and casually made up a few words, and those people actually asked me to make a transcript and let me go with the car. I only understood at this moment that he must be someone who can't exist here in the small city, what they need is just a transcript based on Zhang Shouxi, as for why, I don't understand.

This should have ended for me.

Before I saw Zhang Shouxi being taken away, the shocking scars on his neck and body made me feel like I saw the smoke of many battlefields, and that desperate and heroic man who was born and died.

The wound can be good, but the scar can't be healed.

I had a momentary desire to smooth out the scars on his body. I got on a bus to another province.

When I woke up, I saw Zhang Shouxi's big hand, caressing my ear repeatedly, and the calluses in his hand touched my skin, warm and slightly painful.

"Are you awake?" I asked.

Zhang Shouxi nodded and asked, "Are you?" ”

"Wei Zhangchao."

"That's good." As he spoke, his eyes wandering across the white room with a somewhat blank look.

I was a little alarmed.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Zhang Shouxi." He said.

I breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and asked, "What happened?" ”

If I heard me correctly, Zhang Shouxi said the same thing to me.

Zhang Shouxi, amnesia.

All his bodily functions are there, he can still read words, and he can speak and think fluently, but he always only remembers one name - Zhang Shouxi.

How I will discover him, how he was transferred here, one by one, and he and I sincerely thank you. According to the age in the ID card, he should be thirty-one this year, I have been in contact with people of this age, even if it is very enthusiastic to express gratitude, it is also reserved, Zhang Shouxi's sincerity, it seems to be very honest and simple, I believe that he was a very honest and simple man before he lost his memory.

According to Zhang Shouxi's ID card, the registered address is a certain city or county in Jiangxi Province. I plan to wait for him to be fully recovered and discharged from the hospital and take him back there to find his loved ones.

But most of the time he spoke Mandarin, sometimes he would mumble a few words in a language I didn't understand, and then a nurse in the hospital said that he spoke Mongolian. He also came out with some local dialect, but no one could understand it, I thought it was the dialect of his hometown where his ID card was located.

He was finally discharged from the hospital, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was clear.

The first thing I did when I was discharged from the hospital was not worry-free, but it was also an eye-opener for me. He saw a motorcycle to grab a woman's backpack on the road, it was actually three steps and two steps, ran wildly for a while, caught up with the motorcycle that had not fully accelerated, one fist, knocked the two gangsters to the ground, the two gangsters took out daggers, I was worried, Zhang Shouxi three or two times, unloaded their murder weapons, and used the rope to tie the goods behind the motorcycle, the two of them were tied together, and then kicked them together and rolled a few times.

This series of movements was crisp and neat, and the passers-by applauded for a while, Zhang Shouxi smiled and took my hand, and walked a little dazed.

"Where did you learn that?" I asked.

He shook his head and looked at his hands, as if he didn't believe it. He suddenly smiled happily and said, "In this way, I will be your bodyguard in the future, and I can protect you for the rest of my life." After he finished speaking, he suddenly pondered about something, but he couldn't remember it, and frowned.

I was stunned.

As a man, I know very well why I haven't been married to anyone.

In this life, he is the only one who has ever said such a thing to me.

He asked me why I was crying.

I said I don't know.

He said he always felt like a person.

I shook my head: "I can't remember, forget it." ”

Even if it is amnesia, it seems that it is his instinct to punish evil and promote good. I believe that before he lost his memory, he must have been a very brave soldier or a very professionally trained bodyguard. As for his scars, they must have fallen during his mission.

Now I can suddenly speculate, why did those people in the small town let Zhang Shouxi leave, was it to protect him, or did the mission fail? None of this matters, I thought, take him home.

Knowing that he was going back to his hometown, he seemed excited, as if there was still some unfinished business in his hometown.

But he has no memory of everything in this county, and the people of that village have no impression of him.

He knew this wasn't his hometown.

He would sing a song: "Wild geese, in the sky, in pairs of rows... ”

Yes, he should be from Inner Mongolia.

It's just that Inner Mongolia is so big.

I still want to quietly take him back to the town to see.

Along the way, he would say, "My surname is Zhang, arrogant Zhang." ”

He has a platinum diamond ring on his hand, which he will cherish very much, and he is reluctant to touch anyone.

Sometimes he would say sorry to me, and I could hear that he wasn't saying it to me. Maybe it's a girl who looks a little like me. I think that girl should be happy.

We went back to the town and stayed near where I found him, and then I quietly inquired around, and then I found out that there had been a shooting in the place where he had happened, but this case seemed to be so tightly sealed that I couldn't get any information from anywhere.

I still run a clinic, but not only for the poor people, but also with hard power, I also rely on my hard power to receive help from some people with status. I want to know, I want to know everything about Shouxi!

It's much harder than I thought.

。。。

Two years have passed in a flash.

Shouxi seems to have been forgotten by the people of the small town. No one knew him, no one was curious about him. He became my most effective assistant, and gradually became known as Dr. Zhang.

But I'm not willing to let him be Dr. Zhang! The doctor is me, he's my patient, he's got scars, he's healed, but I want to heal, his scars.

He seems to have gotten used to being by my side and helping me with whatever he can, and he learned medicine from me, and he learned it very well. He taught me grappling and worked out with me.

At night, he would carry me to sleep, only occasionally in the middle of the night when I woke up, I saw the light outside the window shining in his eyes, he stared at me so intently, that kind of eyes, enough to make me blush and heartbeat.

What was he thinking?

One day, we saw a wedding on a TV screen on the side of the street.

This wedding, for me, I'm afraid it was a dream. The wedding scene was grand and luxurious, full of guests, full of reporters, during which the flashing lights crackled and continuously emitted dazzling light, how could such an event not cause a sensation?

The protagonists are two mature men, looking at their age, they are also in their early thirties. One is long and jade, and the maturity of the eyebrows exudes a heroic and inviolable noble atmosphere, and the other, I have never seen such a handsome and handsome man in my life, and I can be lower than any male star I have ever been tempted by or even comforted by myself.

I remember that Zhang Shouxi stood under the big screen and watched it for a long time, he didn't know that he was crying, and I didn't know that he was crying.

Zhang Shouxi turned around, wiped away my tears, and said, "I really hope that one day, you can cry and laugh at any time... ”

Zhang Shouxi then had to leave the small city.

I haven't figured out his identity, his memories, and I'm not reconciled.

But he's leaving, and I'm going to follow him.

It's just that I have clearly found a screenshot of a wanted warrant at that time on a website in a small town - Zhang Dong! That photo is exactly what he looked like more than ten years ago, so young, so resolute, it is impossible to be associated with a wanted criminal! However, the wanted warrant has been cancelled, with a note confirming that the killer is not him.

Zhang Dong, his original name was Zhang Dong!

Why is he crying under that screen?

Who is he for?

Zhang Dong seemed to understand what I was thinking.

"Some scars are left willingly, but they don't need to be treated, right?" Zhang Dong said with a smile.

"Zhang Dong! I know your name is Zhang Dong! You remember something, right? "I burst into tears.

He shook his head slowly: "I remember that you saved me, I remember that you were very kind. My name is Zhang Shouxi. ”

"Who is guarding the stream? Which clear stream is it? I asked, muttering.

"Perhaps, it's from my hometown. Come with me and find it, wouldn't it be good? Zhang Dong smiled and lit a cigarette. As I recall, he didn't smoke.

I followed him, or rather, he followed me, all the way north.

I plan to start my search from the easternmost part of Inner Mongolia, and I will always find his home in my life.

The so-called riddle, sometimes giving up, is only in a moment, just when he said, this way, isn't it good?

Admittedly, it's good.

Mountains and rivers, there is a companion, ethereal world, there is such a person...