How long has this been...?

He Jiaming woke up in a dull pain, his vision was blurred white, and his memory was struggling to see the light of day again.

He remembered that he fell down a cave and was taken away by the water for a long time. He also met a girl who looked like a sweetheart, a foreign girl, very beautiful...

He suddenly woke up and pinched his thigh hard. The pain made him realize that he was not dreaming.

Looking around, he saw various instruments around him. The catheters of the instruments were connected to his body, making him extremely uncomfortable. The pain from the blade came like a wave. A burst of sweat was covered with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, trying to find out whether the girl was still there, but he saw nothing.

What exactly did you get hurt? Can you still need your right arm?

He hurriedly looked down and saw that his right arm was covered with a thick layer of plaster, and he could hardly feel the pain.

He gritted his teeth to reach the call bell and called the nurse. After a moment, someone came.

"You're awake." The nurse looked at the drip bottle, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

He Jiaming asked hoarsely: "That person with me..."

"Are you talking about that foreign girl?" the nurse said while fiddling with the instrument. "Your surgery is not enough. She went to collect it for you. Are you looking for her? She left us a phone number and asked us to call her back if needed."

He Jiaming's head became two big ones. When did he lack money?

"Can you... lend me a cell phone? I need a phone call."

"Sir, you cannot make phone calls here, as it will affect the normal monitoring effect of the instrument."

He Jiaming cursed ****: "I want to contact my brother, you can call...Lisa and ask her to come back."

He remembered that the girl was named Lisa.

"We will call him for you, but if you contact your brother, we can call her if you want."

He Jiaming thought for a while: "No, no need - how much is my treatment fee? Can I sign a check?"

“As long as it’s not a blank check, there’s no problem.”

He Jiaming couldn't help but complain, when did the labor and capital sign a blank check? She sent the nurse to get the check and make a phone call, and then lay back, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Why is that girl named Lisa so much like a sweetheart? Is this a coincidence? They are Chinese and foreigners, so they are not twins, right?

Wait, twins?

He remembered that he had heard someone mention this word! It seemed... once, he saw a photo... the girl on it was a foreigner...

I can't remember... Why is my brain not easy to use?

The anesthetic energy came up again. He Jiaming thought about it and fell asleep again. It was three hours after he woke up again. The smell of chicken soup in the room made his stomach growl.

Lisa was sitting next to her reading a book. When she saw the person on the bed suddenly moving, she hurriedly came forward happily and asked happily: "Are you awake? Do you feel better? You have cast on your body, don't move around."

He Jiaming suddenly felt relieved when he saw Lisa's face. The girl smiled like a little sun. Her blue eyes were so beautiful. She was even more delicate and sweeter than sweethearts.

"You're back."

"Yes, I made soup for you. You hurt your muscles and bones, so you need to drink more pork bone soup to supplement the growth and nutrition of your bones. Chinese people often say, "What to eat to replenish what you want?" Are you hungry now? If you are hungry, I will feed you?"

He Jiaming shook his head: "Not to eat now. I heard you have gone to raise money to help me pay the surgery fee, right?"

Lisa nodded embarrassedly.

He Jiaming was amused and crying: "Lisa, I am not short of money. I am a president. I have nothing. Apart from money, don't do such stupid things in the future. Do you know if you don't have money? Come to me if you don't have money. I have as much as you want."
Chapter completed!