"Is this going on..." Xiao Jingchen's eyebrows became deeper and deeper, "Huo Xin, you must cure her." He always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell the sense of incongruity.

"It's the sect leader." Amnesia? Is there any medicine to cure? Huo Xin sighed in his heart. He was as smart as the sect leader, how could he not know, but he was unwilling to accept this reality.

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When he woke up with a split headache, Qiyin wanted to raise his right hand and knock on his head, but found that he couldn't use any force. His wrist felt a sharp tingling sensation.

hand……

Putting the bandaged hand under your nose, Chaos slowly came to his senses, "No." A needle was inserted into the back of his hand, and an LCD TV was hung on the white wall. Qiyin looked around in shock.

When my wife saw her awake, she immediately rang the nurse bell and greeted her with a smile, "The doctor will come soon. You said, "Why are you so young, why can't you think so hard?"

The mother-in-law's kind consolation echoed in her ears. Qiyin sat foolishly without blinking, her fingertips stiffly maintained the shock until the doctor and nurse came over and measured her blood pressure and heart rate.

Who will tell her what's going on?

She was obviously killed by an arrow, so how could she be alive again? She has returned to modern times?

So who is she now?

"I want to go to the toilet." Seeing that the nurse finished the test, Qiyin tried hard to calm down and lifted the quilt out of bed. The nurse helped her take off the salt water bottle and said with concern: "I'll go with you."

Qiyin waved her hand and politely refused, "It's okay, I can do it myself."

Seeing that she insisted on going to the bathroom by herself, the nurse had to let her do it. After all, those who commit suicide have a paranoid temper, so it would be better to follow the crowd more.

Close the toilet door, Qiyin walked to the round mirror impatiently, stretched out her hand to stroke her cheeks dullly. Even though she hadn't looked at this face again for many years, she still couldn't forget that this beautiful but not gorgeous face was the real one. But her face grew up with her, but now she felt like she was familiar and unfamiliar.

"I'm really back..." It was obviously a happy thing, but why was it so sad in my heart!

Tears were flowing uncontrollably, and the salt water bottle he was holding slid from his palm because of his trembling body. The crisp sound attracted the attention of people outside. The nurse hurriedly patted the door and persuaded: "Miss Yan, don't be unwilling to think about it."

Qiyin wiped her tears, opened the door, and said apologetically: "I accidentally dropped the salt water bottle to the ground."

"So that's the case. It's okay. No need to apologize. I'll help you pull the needle first." The nurse said softly, holding Qiyin back to the hospital bed like a close sister, skillfully clearing the wound for her and pulling the needle out, holding it with a cotton swab for her. Seeing that the person involved was still looking like he was wandering in Taixu, sympathy was inevitable in his eyes, "Miss Yan's big things are not important, so don't do stupid things anymore."

Hearing the nurse's words, Qiyin looked at her in a daze.

take things too hard?

Why do nurses say that?
Chapter completed!