Chapter 4 Does your family have a throne to inherit?

  Shi Su Gang came home, heard Shi's words through the door, opened the door and walked in.

   "Time is continuous, just like you are a little expert in demolition, you can only shake the sky when you cry, I really think I have the ability..."

  Before the voice fell, the moment Shi Su raised his eyes, his footsteps stopped abruptly.

  The man leaned on the edge of the bed with one hand, half-sit up, his hair was a bit lazy and messed because he lay there and fell asleep for three days.

  I have seen him in a coma these days, knowing that he is good-looking, but I didn’t expect that after opening his eyes...

  Shi Su thinks that there are many men who can be described in good terms, but his eyes are still slightly stagnant, he meets the man's gaze, and it takes a few seconds before he regains his senses and walks towards the bed.

"Wake up. Just stay alive. Tell me the contact information of your family. I told them to pick you up. You don’t even have a cell phone and wallet in the shirt and suit. I really can’t take you. Come back, let me out of bed as soon as I wake up."

  Shi Su raised his hand and squeezed his shoulder: "The sofa that caused me to sleep for three days."

   His eyes continued to look at the man on the bed: "What can I say to you, do you have contact information for your family?"

  The man glanced at her, only two words: "No."

  Without any explanation, the man’s voice was low and indifferent because of the serious injury.

   "No? How could there be none? Should there be phone numbers of parents and relatives? Or home address?"

  Jing Jihan was silent for a few seconds, and then three short and clear words: "I don't remember."

  He can't go back now, the timing is wrong.

Shi Su's eyelids twitched fiercely, thinking of the gravel in the cliffs and grasses he saw that day, and thinking that the man seemed to have some injuries on his head at the time, and his whole body was not lightly injured. He shouldn't be so bloody... ...Amnesia?

  This kind of vulgar amnesia dog blood plot, now the script dare not write it like that.

Shi Su just picked up the phone without thinking about it: "If you really can't remember, then I can only send you to the police. I can save you once, but I can't do it without relatives and no reason. Leave you like this."

  Jing Jihan saw that the potion in the bottle above was gone, and he tore off the needle with one hand.

When Shi Su saw a few drops of blood on the back of his hand, he subconsciously rushed to the bedside to take the sterile cotton left by the doctor and press it on the back of his hand: "Did you really break your brain? Do you still need to pull out the needle yourself?"

  Jing Jihan was suddenly held down by her, and a faint fragrance rushed from his nose. He looked at the face of the woman who suddenly approached: "I am so hurt that I can stand the toss of the police?"

Shi Su's eyebrows moved slightly, let go, and then took a step back, looking at him suspiciously: "You don't remember anything and you are so calm? You really don't remember who you are? Or do you think our mother and daughter can be bullied? And me?"

Jing Jihan used the disinfectant cotton to press on his hand. Hearing the words, he faintly curled his lips: "Even if I can't remember everything about myself for the time being, I still have images of myself before the accident in my mind. I'm on a winding mountain road. I was hit by a car on the cliff and the car rolled down along the edge of the cliff. This is enough to prove that I was injured only because of the accident. At least it should not be a bad person. Since you have kept me for three days, stay a few more days. The sky shouldn’t have much impact."

  "How could it not be affected, I have slept on the sofa for three days, okay..."

   "I can sleep on the sofa."

   "The point is not this! It's you who don't know where you come from!"

"I am not a bad guy."

   "That's not possible either!"

"you could."

  "……"

  How can anyone with amnesia be so calm after waking up?

   Calm and calm without panic, there is definitely a problem.

  Also, he was obviously lying on the bed with injuries all over his body, but he felt as if he was commanding orders from high above...

  Is this a memory disorder thinking that you have a throne to inherit?

  (End of this chapter)