the second chapter
Lan City was located in a remote area in the north of China. A few years ago, it was an unremarkable remote town called Lan Town.
However, due to the development of the city, Lan Town became the railway hub of several important cities. Gradually, it was transformed into a county-level city by the government. It was named Lan City, and the people called it Lan City.
Lan City's First People's Hospital.
It was the only public hospital in Orchid City at the moment. Compared to the hospitals in big cities today, the facilities were relatively simple.
The bright afternoon sun shone on the earth. In this small city with a slow pace of life, it made people even more lazy and unwilling to move. The old man guarding the gate of the hospital's iron fence scratched his back with an itchy stick and fanned himself with a cattail leaf fan in his other hand.
People pushed their bicycles in and out of the hospital. Occasionally, a car would drive by, causing people to look sideways. In such a small city, those who could afford to drive a car must have some family background.
The hospital wards were all eight-person rooms. In a large, empty room, there were eight white beds and sky-blue curtains. The nurses sprinkled disinfectant on the corridor in the afternoon. The smell wafted into the room and out through the open windows.
On the bed near the window, a thin figure was quietly leaning against the head of the bed. He was holding a copy of the Liaobei Daily and was reading ten lines at a glance.
The woman on the bed next door smiled and said," Little girl, do you understand?”
The small figure slowly raised her head, revealing a small face that was pale and thin, but still beautiful. The corners of her lips curled up into a lazy smile as a response to that person.
She was Mo Zihan.
At this moment, heavy footsteps entered the ward. Mo Zihan knew that her mother had arrived.
She looked up and saw a burly woman carrying a food box to her bedside. When the woman saw the newspaper in Mo Zihan's hand, she was stunned. Then, she smiled and said," This child, do you understand?"”
Mo Zihan smiled and placed the newspaper on the bed, but he didn't know how to address the woman.
She could not bring herself to call her mother. For some reason, she seemed to be very unfamiliar with this term.
She knew that this body was not hers. She knew that this life was not hers. Although she could not recall her memories, she knew this clearly.
For a moment, she almost believed the doctor's words. Was she delusional? Was that why he firmly believed that he was someone else?
However, when she could easily understand some of the international comments on the newspaper and some of the English labels, she was once again certain that this was not her body.
According to this mother, Mo Zihan was originally very stupid. In the second year of junior high school, his grades had always been at the bottom of the class. Not to mention English, he probably couldn't even memorize the English alphabets.
"Zihan, does it still hurt? Your father's temper is too bad. Come, I brought you some porridge. Eat it while it's hot!”The woman gently stirred the porridge with a spoon and said gently.
Her mother's name was Wang Fengying, and she was an employee of a textile factory. The textile factory was not owned by the government, but a private enterprise. It only had an office environment of more than 100 square meters. A group of workers were crowded together, and each of them had a textile machine. They worked from morning to night, all year round.
She took advantage of the lunch break to bring Mo Zihan lunch. This porridge and salted vegetables was Wang Fengying's food for the day.
Today was the second day since she was sent to the hospital. The only information she had was from her mother. Fortunately, Mo Zihan was very calm and obedient. After learning that her daughter had been diagnosed with amnesia by the doctor, Wang Fengying gradually calmed down.
At this moment, another heavy but slightly steady footsteps slowly entered the ward. Mo Zihan could tell from the footsteps that it was her uncle.
The reason why she was hospitalized this time was because her uncle, Mo Junqiang's son, had slandered her for stealing money, causing her father to beat her up out of embarrassment. Now, the doctor had diagnosed her with multiple soft tissue contusions, a slight concussion, and a slight fracture of her elbow joint.
Even so, Mo Zihan, who was admitted to the hospital for treatment, did not make a sound, which surprised the doctors.
Mo Junqiang had come once yesterday. Perhaps he heard that Mo Zihan was hospitalized and felt bad, but he only took a look and left.
Today, she brought her son here. Did she figure out what had happened? Mo Zihan smiled.
Mo Junqiang's son was called Mo Duan. This Mo Duan had let Mo Zihan see what a spoiled young master was like.
After entering the ward, Mo Duan pursed his lips and glanced at Mo Zihan from the corner of his eyes." Aren't you fine?" Was there a need to mobilize so many people? He didn't die immediately."
Wang Fengying looked at Mo Duan with an ugly expression." You child, how can you say that?”
"It was originally." Mo Duan covered his nose and walked to the windowsill. It was obvious that he had been enduring the smell of disinfectant since he entered the hospital, which made him a little annoyed.
Mo Junqiang glared at his son." How many times have I told you? Don't argue with others. You'll lose your status!”
Mo Duan took a few deep breaths of fresh air and stopped talking. He knew that this was his father's catchphrase. Ever since he started the computer business and made some money, he had always talked about his status. However, Mo Duan thought that his father was a nouveau riche.
Wang Fengying passed the slightly cooled porridge to her daughter and ignored them. His daughter was hospitalized because of him and his son. How could he not have a grudge against her?
"How is it, Zihan? Are you feeling better?”Mo Junqiang walked to the bedside in his clean leather shoes and took out a disposable paper cup from the cabinet. He lowered his head to look for the kettle, but his eyes glanced at Mo Zihan.
"Much better." Mo Zihan's voice was a little hoarse, which was caused by crying during the beating.
Mo Junqiang nodded. This child was really wronged for being beaten. The matter had been clarified. The money that his son lost was left at home, and the money in Zihan's hands was indeed saved by herself. How should he explain it now?
As he calculated in his heart, Mo Junqiang picked up the kettle and poured it into the paper cup in his hand. However, he did not expect that the water in the kettle was hot water that had just been boiled. After pouring it into the paper cup, it burned him!
"Aiyo!" Mo Junqiang subconsciously threw the paper cup away, and the cup fell to the side of the bed.
Mo Zihan's eyes narrowed. He quickly grabbed the paper cup and gracefully held it in front of him. The water in the paper cup stabilized and did not spill at all.
Mo Zihan's eyes flashed with surprise as he looked at the left hand holding the paper cup. Why did the calm and confident expression and his own movements seem so familiar?
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