Mai Zeming flipped back and forth casually, but didn't find anything of interest, so he closed the notebook and put it back on the coffee table.

Dai Zhao was still busy with something on his desk at this time, and he didn't seem to care about what Mai Zeming was doing.

By this time, the news station's program had been replaced by a political show, with a host and two experts discussing the world situation in the new year.

Mai Zeming was bored after watching it for a few minutes, and the opinions of the two experts were nothing new, they were all old wine in new bottles, and everyone was just the same.

I turned my head and looked around a few times, and saw an old newspaper on the shelf under the coffee table, so I picked it up casually.

The newspaper has been some years, and the paper has begun to turn yellow, as if it has been circulated by many people, and the paper has left human grease on the paper, which looks a little greasy.

Judging from the date of the newspaper, it was four years ago, and it was a local newspaper in Tokai City, not a major newspaper with a national circulation.

Mak Zeming wondered why there was an old newspaper here.

He took it to the front, flipped through it carefully, and soon noticed the photo.

An inconspicuous position on the fifth page of the newspaper.

The report was accompanied by a photo of a group of people dressed in thick winter suits, furry hats, goggles covering almost half of their faces, and wrapped tightly up and down, revealing only one mouth.

The group of people stood in the middle of the snow and ice, and the photo also captured the snowflakes drifting.

Although the snow does not seem to be very heavy, it is still clearly visible in the photo.

The headline below the photo reads "Donghai Zhanggu Institute of Pharmaceutical and Biological Research and Minnot Group Research and Investigation of Deep Arctic Biomes".

Mak Zeming still has an impression of this incident, although he does not remember that he personally participated in this expedition, but someone must have told him about this expedition.

He didn't know most of the people in the photo.

In addition to Zhang Wei, who is more familiar, there are a few employees who should be employees of Minnot Group and employees of biomedical companies under the group, but they have not had much contact with each other, and their faces are a little familiar.

There are also a few foreigners who are not impressed at all, and it is estimated that they are local entourage.

There was one person who piqued his interest.

The man looked ordinary, not tall, stocky and unrecognizable, with most of his face covered by goggles.

But this man must have seen it somewhere.

Mai Zeming lowered his head and pondered, trying to find this mysterious person.

It was in an office, Mai Zeming's own office.

That day, Mai Zeming and this mysterious man sat across the desk, facing each other.

But I can't even remember the name of this man.

At that time, it seemed that this mysterious person was saying something to Mai Zeming, but the content of the conversation was completely unimpressive.

What's more, Zhang Wei appeared in the office with Yuan Binghua, and the mysterious person left in a hurry.

Mai Zeming was curious about what he was talking about with this person at that time, but he couldn't remember anything.

Dai Zhao came to Mai Zeming's side at this time, saw that Mai Zeming was thinking hard, and stood quietly to the side, without disturbing him.

Mai Zeming looked up and saw Dai Zhao beside him, pointed to the person in the photo and asked, "Doctor Dai, who is this person in the photo?" ”

"I don't know either, it's just an old newspaper. I barely knew the people in the photo. Dai Zhao replied without even looking at the photos in the newspaper.

"Did the photos make you think about anything?" Dai Zhao asked Mai Zeming rhetorically.

"No, I just saw a company report from a few years ago, and I was a little moved." Mai Zeming replied by looking at the photo in the newspaper.

"Many of you will think that my life is glamorous, but it is not, my life is an endless job, one day after another. I saw that the person in the photo remembered a conversation with him, but I couldn't remember who this person was or what I was talking to him. Mai Zeming continued.

"Can you think of anything else about the Mino?" Dai Zhao asked.

"I can't remember a lot of things, but I vaguely remember some things about some of the group's biomedical companies." Mai Zeming seemed a little distressed, and when he woke up, he forgot a lot of things.

"Mino has a deep strategic cooperative relationship with Zhanggu Research Institute, do you have any impression of Zhanggu Research Institute?"

Mai Zeming looked at Dai Zhao seriously, and always felt that he was more interested in the affairs of the Zhanggu Research Institute.

The question is not just asked as a doctor.

He deliberately said: "I am not impressed, there seem to be some vague impressions, but they are only sporadic fragments." ”

In fact, he remembers most of the project report meetings of the Zhanggu Research Institute very clearly.

He didn't know why the memories were so clear.

"Can you tell me about the bits and pieces you can remember?" Dai Zhao continued to ask.

"I remember the entrance of the institute, the building, the director'......," Mai Zeming said, pretending to be thinking and stopped.

Dai Zhao waited quietly for a while, and said indifferently: "How do you feel about your body now?" The hospital is preparing for a New Year's Eve party, do you want to go and see it together? ”

"Okay, but are my clothes still there?" "I want to change my clothes." ”

Mai Zeming looked at the hospital gown on his body, and couldn't bear to go out in such clothes, which looked no different from the prisoner's gown.

"We're about the same size, you can wear my clothes if you don't mind." Dai Zhao pointed to a box in the corner, where his clothes were placed.

Mai Zeming was a little helpless, but he had no other choice.

I could only come to the box and rummage through the clothes inside, all of which were cheap civilian clothes.

Finally, Dai Zhao still loves to be clean, and the residual smell of laundry detergent can be smelled on his clothes.

Mak Zeming barely found a reason for himself to accept these cheap clothes.

He opted for a thickened jacket with fleece and a pair of jeans.

Mai Zeming waved the clothes in his hand and asked, "Where can I change my clothes?" ”

He wasn't used to undressing and changing in front of strangers like that.

Dai Zhao pointed to a door in the corner of the desk next to the desk, "There is a bathroom there, you can change it in the bathroom." ”

When Mai Zeming pushed open the bathroom door, he was ready and held his breath, afraid of surprises.

Surprisingly, it seemed to feel okay and there was no smell on my face.

Slowly, cautiously, I tried to take a small breath, and it didn't seem to have any special taste, and even had a fresh smell. Mai Zeming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The restrooms were surprisingly clean, which was a bonus.

The mood is also a little lighter.

When Mai Zeming took off his clothes, he felt a tingling pain coming from his whole body.

The car accident seems to have left him scarred all over his body.

He simply took off all the underwear on his body, only to find that he was covered with scars.

Some wounds seem to have healed completely for some time, while others look like they were left not long ago and are still covered with gauze.

There is hardly a piece of the body that is too complete.

What's going on, it's not quite like it's just a car accident.

The fear in Mai Zeming's heart began to rise, and Dai Zhao's previous words were also full of flaws.

He decided to change his clothes first, and continued to deal with Dai Zhaoxu and improvise.

Enduring the pain all over his body, he struggled to put on all his clothes and changed into Dai Zhao's jacket and pants.

After changing clothes, walk to the sink.

Mai Zeming's cleanliness habit came again, and he couldn't stand not cleaning after touching something unfamiliar with his hands.

After washing his hands, he wiped his face with water, and lay down for more than two days, and his face seemed to be a little greasy.

Mai Zeming looked at his face in the mirror, and he was startled.

In the mirror is a face in his thirties, close to forty, his skin is a little tanned, the fine lines and nasolabial folds at the corners of his eyes can no longer be hidden, and there are a few strands of gray hair on his sideburns.

"Is this me?" Mai Zeming was frightened.

The face in the mirror doesn't seem to look like himself, his skin is not so dark, his wrinkles are not so obvious, and his facial features are not very similar.

Is this somewhat old face yourself? Could it be because of the coma?

Mai Zeming was a little surprised!

When I was washing my hands, I accidentally saw the number on the bracelet beating again.

"53:46:23", the time continues to pass quietly.