The Personal Crazy Doctor of the Female CEO

A figure was lying on the bed, his whole body was covered with bandages, there was almost no intact part of his body, his face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

Lin Jinglei frowned and walked forward, sitting down on the bed.

The person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and saw that the person in front of him suddenly bounced off the bed, shrank to the corner of the wall, and kept repeating "Revenge on the Lin family, revenge on the Lin family..."

His eyes were blank, like a machine, repeating this sentence tirelessly.

Mr. Lin's expression changed, and he realized that something was wrong.

Lin Jinglei took a few glances, took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out a pill about the size of a little finger, and stuffed it into Zhao Xuan's mouth.

The originally demonic person was stunned for a moment, but suddenly he became clever, and his eyes became clear again.

"Master, Young Master, what are you doing around me?" Zhao Xuan moved his body, grinning his teeth in pain because of the injury, "Hiss, what is going on, why am I covered in injuries."

"You don't remember what happened after I asked you to leave first?" Lin Jinglei asked tentatively.

"I don't know what's empty in my head, I always feel like I've forgotten something..."

Lin Jinglei's eyes deepened, and he turned his head to look at the old man, "I think Zhao Xuan should have been controlled by drugs before, but I didn't expect this drug to be so overbearing. After solving the drug control, Zhao Xuan lost his memory like this!"

Unexpectedly, even Yun Miaomiao's elixir could not stop it...

Mr. Lin's complexion was not very good, so he called a few people and told them to start investigating.

Unexpectedly, the dignified head of the Lin family would be played around by others, and it would still be embarrassing to speak out.

But from the medicine this person gave Zhao Xuan, it can be seen that this person is definitely not an idle person, how can it be so easy to find out.

Sure enough, all the people sent by the Lin family returned without success.

Although there was no clue, but after confirming that it was a misunderstanding, Mr. Lin's expression eased a lot.

After all, no matter what, Lin Jinglei is the only blood left by the eldest son of the Lin family.

Among his three sons, the eldest son was his favorite. If it wasn't for the accident that year, the eldest son should have inherited the head of the Lin family.

"Cough cough cough, since it is confirmed that someone else provoked it, then from today onwards you are a member of my Lin family. Come with me."

The old man walked slowly ahead with a cane.

The Lin family is worthy of being a big family in the northern capital, and the decoration, area and background of the main house are not inferior to the Mu family or even worse.

After walking for about 5 minutes, suddenly there was an antique building in front of me, which was more age-like than the surrounding scenery.

The old man pushed it away, and what came into view was a neat row of memorial tablets. Presumably this should be the ancestral hall of the Lin family.

The cleanliness of the ancestral hall should be taken care of frequently.

"Lin Jinglei, here are the previous heads of the Lin family, kneel down and buckle three heads."

Lin Jinglei knew that the wealthy family paid the most attention to these etiquettes, so he didn't refute aloud, and silently bowed three times.

The second and third bedrooms silently watched the old man of the Lin family write Lin Jinglei's name into the family tree with different expressions.

"You all go back." The old man raised his hand to dismiss the people who had their own thoughts, and led Lin Jinglei into a door.

"This is the room where your parents lived during their lifetime."

Lin Jinglei was stunned for a moment, and looked around the room a few times. The overall design is generous and simple. Even though the couple passed away for many years, there is no dust accumulation in this room.

Mr. Lin stepped forward slowly, walked to the bedside table Qian slightly bowed and opened the drawer to take out a wooden box and a photo.

"This is a relic left by your mother, but the key to the wooden box is lost. I tried to find a lot of people to unlock the box, but they couldn't open it. Now I will give it to you. As for this, it is a photo of your parents."

The old man sighed and handed the photo and box to Lin Jinglei.

Lin Jinglei's hand trembled slightly, he quickly calmed down and took the things.

Anxious eyes fell on that photo. It seemed that the photo looked like it was a few years old, and the pixels were a little blurred, but it was well preserved and there was no trace of yellowing.

The men and women in the photos looked about in their twenties, smiling brightly.

The man's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Lin Jinglei's.

Lin Jinglei caressed the photo tremblingly, this is his parents...

Reining in his mind, Lin Jinglei carefully stored the photo, and then his eyes fell on the box.

The size of this box is not big, Lin Jinglei picked it up and looked at it carefully, it is indeed a delicate box, but it is a pity that the key is lost.

As the night was getting dark, Mr. Lin asked someone to arrange Lin Jinglei to live not far from this room.

After all, he is the only heir left by Dafang, so he is always happy to recognize his ancestor and return to his clan. It happened that Lin Jinglei recognized him by organizing a family banquet on this pretext.

Lin Jinglei knew the old man's intentions and did not refuse.

The main residence of the Lin family.

The news of Lin Jinglei's return spread quickly. Hearing that there was going to be a banquet, there were many people in the main house, as if they wanted to see Lin Jinglei's appearance.

After all, if you still have to live in the Lin family, you still need to know more about the things around you.

Today, not only people from the main family but also many branches came, and Lin Jinglei was dazzled.

However, with the addition of some clues from the previous investigation, it was finally sorted out.

The man in his fifties in front of him is his Second Bolin mausoleum seal. Based on the information collected so far, he is the most likely to become the next head of the family in this generation.

Lin Lingdu was his third uncle, and this third uncle might not be as good as Lin Lingfeng in terms of ability and forbearance.

But maybe it's because the ranking is the smallest, so he is especially favored by Mr. Lin.

But it's a pity that in the Lin family, Lin Lingfeng seems to be taking the lead, and the people in the branch are also sharpening their heads to flatter, even Mr. Lin doesn't have this kind of treatment.

Lin Lingfeng's wife, Liu Xianyu, is the second lady of the Liu family in the northern capital. From her dress, it is not difficult to see the demeanor of Miss Qianjin, who seems to be aloof from the world.

As for Lin Lingdu's wife, although she is the eldest lady of the Jing family, she is well known for her show off.

"Hi, I'm Lin Zhou, I'm the son of Erfang."

Lin Zhou stepped forward and bowed to say hello, showing demeanor, gentleness and courtesy in his gestures.

But Lin Jinglei saw something was wrong from his eyes.

As the saying goes, don't hit people with smiling faces, Lin Jinglei pretended he didn't see them, and nodded his greetings.

The old man of the Lin family gathered everyone together and announced Lin Jinglei's identity.

Lin Jinglei naturally wanted to show something, so he took out a small wooden box and opened it, "This is the elixir refined by Yun Miaomiao. The medicine that Zhao Xuan took yesterday was also made by her, and now I give it to Grandpa."

Said offering with both hands.

Mr. Lin had seen many tonics in his daily life, so he naturally didn't take it seriously, but he still accepted it and put it aside because of face.

Not just Mr. Lin, after Mu Hanyan found out about the situation of the Lin family, he began to prepare gifts, and almost everyone in the main family had them.

Lin Jinglei delivered a specific gift according to her instructions.

A long-haired woman in a red dress, about 20 years old, glanced at the jade bracelet in her hand with disdain.

"Tch, look at the poor clothes you are wearing, these things should be fake."

The one who spoke was Lin Nuan'an, the daughter of the third bedroom of the Lin family.

"An'an, don't mess around." Lin Lingdu snorted, although it was a condemnation, but he didn't mean to feel guilty. On the contrary, Lin Jinglei also saw a bit of sarcasm.