A black BMW 6 Series sports car ran towards the Macheng District Health Bureau. Cheng Zhifeng was excited as he listened to the thunder-like rock music in the car.

He wants to go to the Health Bureau to pick up his fiancée Wang Mengxin.

Cheng Zhifeng is a graduate student of traditional Chinese medicine. He just graduated and returned to Qingmei City this time, and his uncle urged him to get married. Because four years ago, Cheng Zhifeng's parents died of an acute illness. At that time, his parents left a lasting wish. If Cheng Zhifeng did not get married after half a year of graduation, he would not be able to inherit the inheritance of the Cheng family, and all the assets of the Cheng family would be donated to charity.

Cheng Zhifeng is now going to pick up Wang Mengxin from get off work and go back to Qingmei City for dinner. Tonight we will sit together to discuss the wedding and drinking next month.

After the marriage is over, Cheng Zhifeng will go to work at Ninghai Provincial Affiliated Hospital and become a chief physician.

His mentor Li Guangke is the dean of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Ninghai Medical University. He is a nationally renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioner and enjoys special national allowances.

Because Cheng Zhifeng has extraordinary abilities in traditional Chinese medicine, he was hired as a teaching aid by the medical school before graduation.

Cheng Zhifeng has not had much contact with Wang Mengxin, deputy director of the Macheng District Health Bureau. The two families are family friends. Five years ago, the two families were engaged to them. They rarely got together without any relationship. Anyway, that's the case. The marriage of tall, rich, handsome, white, and beautiful families like them cannot be controlled by themselves.

Now everything in the Cheng family is managed by Cheng Zhifeng's uncle Cheng Hai, who has always listened to Cheng Hai.

When the sports car turned around and was about to enter Xinhua Street, Cheng Zhifeng stepped on his foot and wanted to slow down the sports car and turn to the street on the right. He had already entered Macheng District and only drove for more than ten minutes to the district health bureau.

He has been driving for many years and his driving skills are very good, but after he stepped on it, the sports car did not slow down but rushed forward.

Didn't step enough? Cheng Zhifeng was thinking while stepping on the brakes hard, but the sports car was still rushing forward, and the speed seemed to be getting faster and faster.

"Not good!" Cheng Zhifeng hurriedly turned on the steering wheel and rushed into the street on the right.

"Bang, pull..." The sports car was too fast. After rushing into the street, it lost its accuracy and turned over and continued to shovel in front.

"Boom!" A young man hurriedly walked out of the store with a bag of things. The sports car crashed into the building next to the store and made a loud noise. Then the sports car caught fire and exploded. The young man who had just walked out was washed away by the air waves.

"Ah." Cheng Zhifeng shouted and jumped up from the ground. He felt dizzy. He saw that his hands and feet were fine. When the sports car hit the street stopper in front, his head had already hit the car glass and bleeding. How could he not feel at all? How could he not bleeding?

"Why am I okay?" Cheng Zhifeng shouted loudly.

"Tsk, of course you're fine. It's not that you crashed into a car. You were just being knocked to the ground by the airflow." An aunt in her fifties next to her gave Cheng Zhifeng a blank look.

"Didn't I crash?" Cheng Zhifeng looked up at the front. He found that the BMW 6 Series next to the mall was burning, and explosions occurred from time to time. It was his sports car, but how could he be outside?

A thick man ran out of the store, and he scolded Cheng Zhifeng: "Boy, don't you pay for buying things? Do you believe it or not, I will beat you to death?" After that, the strong man grabbed Cheng Zhifeng's collar and wanted to hit him.

"When will I buy your stuff?" Cheng Zhifeng replied.

"You dare to talk nonsense, see if the things in your hands are from our store?" The strong man pointed at the things in Cheng Zhifeng's hand.

After hearing what the strong man said, Cheng Zhifeng realized that he was carrying a bag of things in his hand, and the clothes and pants he was wearing were not what he was wearing today, and it was clearly the street goods on the street, not his Versace.

"Ah..." Cheng Zhifeng reflected from the store window that he was not himself in front of him, but the young man who had just walked out. His tall nose, thin face, and thick hair were a little handsomer than him.

"Ghost..." Cheng Zhifeng pointed to the window and shouted. He found that the young man in the window was also pointing at him.

"Your sister, do you think I'll let you go by calling me a ghost?" The strong man punched Cheng Zhifeng in the stomach angrily.

"Bang!" Cheng Zhifeng fell to the ground, and the strong man continued to kick and hit him.

Cheng Zhifeng hugged his head with both hands, and he was dizzy and began to receive other memories in his brain.

The young man was named Mo Zhitao. Just now the owner came in to get things. Mo Zhitao ran out of the store with a few bags of things. Unexpectedly, he happened to be driving and hitting him. Everything Cheng Zhifeng knew was the memory in his mind.

"Don't fight anymore, I'll give you money." Cheng Zhifeng shouted.

"Your sister, you said I won't hit you anymore." The strong man stopped, and he watched Cheng Zhifeng get up from the ground, then took out his wallet to count the money for him.

Cheng Zhifeng walked to the store window with his stuff and kept illuminating it. That's right, he looks like Mo Zhitao now.

He actually crashed into the car and the dead soul left his body and ran to Mo Zhitao.

"Ah!" Cheng Zhifeng screamed with his head in his arms, and slowly fell to the ground as he slowly.

When Cheng Zhifeng woke up again, the scene of the car accident had been cleared. He asked the shop owner inside and found out that he had been burned, and the police had already pulled his body and vehicle back to the police station.

Why is this happening? I want to go home. Cheng Zhifeng impulsively wanted to go back to Cheng's house, and he wanted to tell his uncle Cheng Hai that he was still alive.

No, my sports car has a high safety factor, so why does the foot brake have problems? And the airbag did not eject during the crash to protect the owner? How could it catch fire immediately after the crash and explode? Has anyone done something wrong in my sports car?

Yesterday, Cheng Zhifeng drove this sports car without any trouble. Why would something happen if he drove today? Conspiracy, someone wanted to harm me? Cheng Zhifeng clenched his fists tightly, and he felt cold all over. Someone wanted to kill him. Who was it? Who wanted to kill him? Why did he kill him? Thinking of this, Cheng Zhifeng calmed down and rushed to the Macheng District Public Security Bureau.

When he arrived at the Public Security Bureau, Cheng Zhifeng saw Cheng Hai's Mercedes-Benz parked inside, and two bodyguards from the Cheng family stood outside.

These two people used to nod and bow when they saw him, but now they feel like they see passers-by.

After a while, a first-level police superintendent nodded and walked out with Cheng Hai.

The Cheng family's Cheng Group is doing a big business, and the city leaders attach great importance to their enterprises, let alone the leaders of a district public security bureau.

Just as Cheng Zhifeng was about to step forward, the two bodyguards rushed up and pushed him away, "Go away, don't block our boss's way."

The bodyguard arrogantly pushed Cheng Zhifeng to the ground. Cheng Hai glanced at Cheng Zhifeng and walked towards his Mercedes-Benz.

Cheng Zhifeng wanted to scream Cheng Hai, but his head hurt again, and he squatted on the ground with his head in his arms.

The memories of the two people were rolling and entangled in their minds, and his head was as if it was stabbed hard by millions of needles at the same time.

It took half an hour before Cheng Zhifeng recovered.

I am Mo Zhitao now, Cheng Hai cannot recognize me, and others cannot recognize me. What should I do? Who is going to kill me? If I go back to the Cheng family and say that I am Cheng Zhifeng, no one will believe me, and I will only be said to be crazy and killed.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhifeng felt scared, as if the murderer was staring at him and was about to kill him at any time.

What am I afraid of? My soul is in Mo Zhitao's body, and no one knows that I am Cheng Zhifeng. Thinking of this, Cheng Zhifeng is relieved.

Suddenly, Cheng Zhifeng felt his head hurt again, and soon he fainted on the ground.

Three days have passed, and Cheng Zhifeng has read a lot of news reports. He has been cremated. The cause of his death is that he died in a car accident after driving fast.

Cheng Hai, as the second heir of the Cheng family, inherited the inheritance of his parents. In the gossip entertainment report, a rich second generation pursued the eldest daughter of the Wang family and was said to have begun to talk about marriage.

What made Mo Zhitao even more angry was that his classmate Xiao Rufeng actually claimed on the Medical Network that he had been studying acupuncture for many years and finally developed a set of traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture results, "Flowing acupuncture acupoint method", which has great effect in treating diseases.

The method of pricking acupoints was a medical achievement that Cheng Zhifeng had studied for several years before he was studying for a postgraduate student in traditional Chinese medicine. It was very effective in treating patients. He was about to be published in "Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine". Unexpectedly, after his accident, the results were plagiarized by Xiao Rufeng.

At that time, because it had not been announced yet, Cheng Zhifeng did not tell his mentor Li Guangke, but just told Xiao Rufeng.

Cheng Zhifeng, Mo Zhitao, has calmed down a lot now. Cheng Hai has inherited his inheritance. If he returns to the Cheng family, even if the murderer is not Cheng Hai, will Cheng Hai still recognize him? Will he harm him? Even his uncle, in the face of billions of inheritance, his relatives will become enemies. This kind of scene has been watched more on TV.

How could Wang Mengxin, who seemed innocent on the surface, immediately throw herself into someone else's arms after he died? Is there any inside story here? Was it her lover done it? Or did she play other roles in murdering herself? Mo Zhitao threw the newspaper on the ground, and he stood up and looked at the sycamore tree outside the window.

Mo Zhitao, 22 years old this year, graduated from Qingmei Health School's technical secondary school. He has worked in Macheng District People's Hospital for three years and has been a doctor's assistant. Mo Zhitao used to be misbehaving and ignorant in the hospital, and the hospital leaders were preparing to fire him.

Alas, how could my tall, rich and handsome soul run to such a loser? Mo Zhitao sighed secretly. He was not of use except for being a little handsome.

It is ignorant and stealing, this is what everyone evaluates him.

No, I must investigate who is trying to harm me, I must take revenge, I must take back my property, Mo Zhitao clenched his fists tightly. However, his strength is too poor now, someone will kill him when someone moves his mouth. He must make a long-term plan and not act rashly.

"Ah!" Mo Zhitao screamed, and he hugged his head and sucked the air conditioner again. Since the memories of the two people occupied one head, his head always hurts, sometimes once a day, sometimes a few times. Even Mo Zhitao used acupuncture to solve this kind of overlapping memory.
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