Lou Xun asked his two comrades to stay with the police to escort the robbers. The gunshot wound on his shoulder was not a trivial matter, and the bullet was still stuck in his shoulder blade. If he moved his shoulders and arms a little, he felt that his whole shoulder and arm were going to be useless. With a little effort, the sweat on the forehead became layer after layer, and the vision in front of the eyes gradually became blurred.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the comrades who gave him a simple treatment of the calf injury directly asked someone to drive the car to the military hospital.

After four hours of surgery, Lou Xun was finally transferred from the operating room to the intensive care unit. When he woke up, it was already noon the next day.

The gloomy whiteness in his sight made Lou Xun subconsciously frowned, his nerves revived, his thoughts returned, and the pain from the wound hit his forehead. He subconsciously hissed, and his gaze slowly turned from the paleness of the ceiling to the back of the chair next to him. Mouth sleeping soundly on man's face.

With a chubby face, thick eyebrows, and a camouflage uniform, he doesn't look very old.

Lou Xun deliberately ignored the pain in his shoulder, and stared at the half-upturned face for a long time, his thoughts were complicated, but he didn't have the energy to think at the moment, his stomach was empty, the wound was so painful that he was numb, and he stuck his throat in displeasure He coughed twice, and the wound hurt twice.

Fortunately, the man woke up with a start. He opened his eyes immediately when he heard the sound, and subconsciously stood up from the chair. The chair was overturned by his heels because of the fast movement.

"Deputy...deputy team," Fat Face said nervously, "Are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Lou Xun felt as if his throat was clogged with a piece of cotton, and it was unbearably dry, and he didn't need to think about it to know that his expression at this moment was a little distorted because of the discomfort.

"Is there any water?" The voice was hoarse and low, a little weak, but Fat Face could hear it clearly.

The fat face hurriedly turned around and poured half a cup from the kettle on the side table, and quickly took a straw from the drawer and brought it to Lou Xun's lips, "You can't get up yet, the doctor said to drink water first. "

Lou Xun: "..."

Lou Xun was so thirsty that his mouth was dry and chapped, and his shoulders hurt after taking a sip of water. After taking two sips, he pursed his lips and turned his face away. His fat face understood, and he hurriedly put the cup back on the table.

At any rate, the throat was overwhelmed, and the burning feeling disappeared, and when Lou Xun spoke again, his voice was not as hoarse and weak as before.

It's just that the question asked made Fat Face's face turn pale, as if it had been covered with powder, and it looked a little scary.

Lou Xun asked, "What's your name?"

The fat face stared at Lou Xun in surprise, and after a while, he ran outside with a serious face, shouting as he ran, "Doctor... Doctor, come quickly, something seems wrong with our deputy team..."

Lou Xun stared in bewilderment at the fat face and ran out of the ward like a rabbit. Less than a minute later, a man with glasses in a white coat ran in from the door again, pointing at him on the hospital bed in horror. The man with glasses said, "He...he seems to have lost... amnesia."

Lou Xun: "?"

Man with glasses: "?"

The man with glasses also looked serious, and with a small flashlight, he shone Lou Xun's eyes one side and the other, and started asking him questions after he was done.

Basically, what is your name, how old are you, what is your work unit, and what is your position? Although Lou Xun didn't want to talk to people, he answered them according to the standard.

The fat face immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "I was scared to death."

"Everything is normal," the doctor said, "Maybe it's just that you just woke up and your thinking is not clear, don't scare yourself by being startled." After that, he turned to look at Lou Xun, "Your body is in good condition, and the wound recovery should not be slow. It will be very slow, but..." His face darkened when he said this, and his tone became a bit more serious, "Although you were sent to the doctor in time, you used a lot of force after the incident, and the bullet got stuck between the bones and was crushed by the force. After being forced and squeezed, it caused a second injury, and it may be a little difficult to get a gun in the future."

This was all within Lou Xun's expectation, he didn't even twitch his eyebrows, he just gave a slight 'hmm' to show that he knew.

The chubby face was even more anxious than him, and the face that had just returned to its original color turned white again. He grabbed the doctor's arm and refused to let him go, pointing at Lou Xun, "Impossible, did you make a mistake in the examination? "

"The location of the shot was very clever. The bullet was just stuck in the shoulder blade. Although it was removed in time, the damage was not small." The doctor looked serious, not looking like a joke at all. .”

Lou Xun didn't seem to go too far from the doctor telling him about the injury to accepting the facts. The expression on his face was always calm, as if he had already known the result.

Compared with his calmness, Fat Face looked quite irritable. After the doctor left, he walked around the ward like a headless chicken, which made Lou Xun dizzy.

"Either you sit down for a while or go out," Lou Xun couldn't hold back, and stared at him with a frown, "It made me dizzy."

"I have to tell the captain about this." Fat Face sat back on the chair and said to Lou Xun.

"No hurry," Lou Xun closed his eyes, and suddenly turned to ask him, "How is the hostage sent to the hospital that day?"

"It should have been fine a long time ago." The fat face said with a little disdain, "I wasn't hurt at first, I just fainted from fright."

Lou Xun asked again, "Has anyone visited me these two days?"

"All the comrades in our squadron are here," Fat Face said immediately, "The captain came over last night. You were still undergoing surgery at that time, so he left first because he had a mission."

"What else?" Lou asked, frowning.

"Huh?" The fat face looked at Lou Xun's slightly pale face in confusion, and after a while it suddenly dawned on him, "Your family hasn't notified you yet, the captain said to wait until you wake up to see what you mean..."

"Besides this," Lou Xun interrupted impatiently, "is anyone asking about me?"

"To...inquire?" Fat Face became even more puzzled, then shook his head, "That's not..."

Lou Xun frowned more and more tightly, and whispered softly to himself, "I can't, isn't the efficiency too low?"

……

When Ai Chen woke up, he still couldn't tell what night it was. The scene of bullets flying and blood spattering in the jewelry store was like a dream that hadn't had time to fade from the depths of his memory, half-truth and half-false hanging in his heart On the son, the other person is uneasy.

Under the light, the whiteness that entered the eyes was so dazzling that Ai Chen almost shed two tears.

Not that luxurious big suite!

Ai Chen's heart suddenly jumped out of surprise, and then he was crushed by the disappointment of breaking the embankment.

Nor is it his small bed that is only 1.5 meters wide.

Someone opened the door and came in with a thick stack of paper in his hand. Seeing that Ai Chen had woken up, his heart finally relaxed, and his tense face relaxed, "Mr. Ye, You finally woke up, do you feel any discomfort?"

President Ye?

Ai Chen was stunned for two seconds, and then glanced around one by one. The layout of the room was not too big, but it was well-equipped. It was only when his eyes fell on the quilt covering his body that he realized that this was a hospital, and he was in the middle of it. In a single ward.

He had to recall that violent and bloody "dream" again, guessing that he was sent to the hospital after fainting.

So he didn't die, and he didn't return to the real world, he was still in the novel, he was still that rich boy Ye Wenbai.

Because of this fact, Ai Chen fell into a brief trance, and the assistant's relaxed expression instantly became serious again, with worried eyes, "Mr. Ye, are you okay?"

Ye Wenbai's thoughts were forced to stop, he had to suspend his sad inner monologue, turned his face and turned his eyes to the face of the young man who was bending over slightly by the bed and watching him with concern.

He has an unremarkable square face, a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a suit and tie that looks like a high-end white-collar worker from the CBD.

Ai Chen nodded, looked away from his face, and sat up on the bed. He didn't know whether he had been lying down for a long time or something. His head was a little dizzy. After a few seconds, he asked with some doubts, "You yes?"

The assistant's expression changed slightly, "You don't remember me?"

Ai Chen said in his heart that I don't even know who you are, how to talk about remembering, but he can't be stupid enough to really say that, for a newcomer, more things are worse than less things, Ai Chen immediately said, "Maybe my head is a little unconscious, thinking about it for a while Can't remember the name."

The assistant immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm Fang Chi."

Ai Chen pulled out the memory bank again, and after going through it carefully, he realized that Ye Wenbai had a right-hand assistant whose surname was Fang. His eyes returned to Fang Chi again, and after looking up and down, he said uncertainly, "Assistant Fang ?”

Fang Chi smiled, "Yes." After speaking, he spread out the stack of papers in his hand to Ai Chen, "Except for a slight concussion, you are in good health."

"Concussion?" Ai Chen's eyes widened.

"The doctor said that after waking up, you might feel nauseous and dizzy from time to time. These are normal reactions," Fang Chi said, "You couldn't remember my name just now, and it probably has something to do with it."

"I'll wipe..." Ai Chen was stunned for a long time before he couldn't help but utter a rough sentence, the fragments of memory suddenly stayed in the few seconds before he lost consciousness, "I was kicked into a concussion?"

Fang Tezhu looked confused, "Kick...?"

Ai Chen didn't have time to pay attention to him at all, and raised his hand to touch his waist and abdomen, and then pressed harder twice, suddenly a dull pain hit under his left rib.

"Hiss~" Ai Chen took a deep breath almost subconsciously, regardless of the person standing next to him, he lifted up the hem of his shirt without any image, and there was a bruise on the rib of the left abdomen, probably a baby As big as your palm.

"Fuck/his ancestors!"

The author has something to say: the column [I am a rival in love] is over, you can eat it with confidence, thank you for your support~

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