Miss Izumi

When the medical staff hurried over, they found that the door lock of the ward had been violently broken.

Looking inside, there are many deep and shallow cracks on the wall.Quan closed his eyes and lay motionless on the hospital bed. There were many incisions on his hands and feet, and blood was gurgling.

But Zhong Yuanzhong, who had notified them to come over before, was not in the room.

They were taken aback and thought something had happened.

"What are you doing there?"

Chuya Chuya's voice came from the balcony at the end of the corridor.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to find that Zhong Yuanzhong was also leaning on the balcony railing, with a cigarette between the two fingers of his right hand, the smoke curled up, and the flames were faint.

"Hurry up and treat that guy's wound." He frowned impatiently, looking in a bad mood.

"Ah, yes!"

Hearing the movement from the door, Quan closed his eyes and opened his eyes.

After the medical staff came in, he found that the force that made him unable to move in bed disappeared quietly, and he could move again.

It's just that before he could flop a few times, the medical staff around his bed grabbed his injured hands and feet and began to clean his wounds.

He turned his head and asked the nurse who was standing aside with a tray, "Sister, where is Mr. Nakaya?"

The nurse lady replied softly, "I'm smoking on the balcony outside the corridor."

smokes?

The first thing Quan thought of was the kind of thin and long tobacco rod that could be filled with shredded tobacco into the metal pipe.

He was still fantasizing about what it would be like to hold this kind of cigarette in the Central Plains, and belatedly realized that the cigarettes that people here usually refer to are the kind that are short and thin and can be held between two fingers paper cigarettes.

Soon, medical staff treated the wounds on Quan's hands and feet, and even changed the bandage on his neck.

Quan looked at the hands and feet that were almost wrapped into zongzi, and after hearing the doctor's advice "don't get wet until the wound heals", he wasn't too worried about the next move.

Because he inexplicably feels that his body's recovery ability is quite good, and an injury of this degree should heal in less than two days.What he was worried about was whether there would be scars.

For some reason, Quan thought of the strange birthmark-like pattern on his chest, and couldn't help frowning.

That thing... the first time he saw it, he subconsciously thought that it was not a birthmark, but a wound that had healed.

But who would deliberately leave a scar like a brand on his chest?And what does this pattern represent?

Quan intuitively felt that this thing was closely related to his life experience. If he could understand the meaning it represented, he might be able to retrieve his original memory.

It's just...he hasn't found any memory or clues related to this pattern.

But he also knew that he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.Judging from his recall of Sharingan's memory, there should be no reason for his memory to disappear. Rather than rushing to retrieve it, he should think about how to create a good and comfortable environment for himself next.

Although Zhongyuan Zhongye's progress is not bad, it is not to the point where he can live a leisurely life immediately.

And...he doesn't put all his eggs in one basket.

Seeing the medical staff coming out, Zhong Yuanzhong also pinched the cigarette he hadn't smoked at all.As soon as he walked to the door of the ward, he saw Quan frowning at his injured hands and feet.

Reminiscent of the other party's attitude of not caring before, he couldn't help but said to him coolly: "Do you know it hurts now?"

Izumi looked away from his thoughts and saw Nakahara Chuya leisurely leaning on the door frame.

"Mr. Chuya..."

Quan looked a little downcast.

"Although I have my own reasons why I have to do it, it is an indisputable fact that I lied to you, so..."

"Tsk." Zhong Yuanzhong smacked his lips impatiently, "Okay, if you dare to mention this in front of me, be careful, I'll show you!"

Quan couldn't help but asked curiously: "Then how do you want to make me look good?"

Hey, the little bastard who opened the dyeing workshop when he gave some color.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glared at him, and the surrounding furniture and objects floated into the air one after another under the operation of gravity: "Did you see these things?"

spring:"?"

Nakahara Chuya: "If you dare to make me angry again, they will appear on your face in the next second."

"!"

Quan was completely frightened.

This is no longer a disfigurement, it directly disfigures him.

Without this face, does he have to maintain the illusion of repairing the appearance all the time in order to continue to harm people?

Hey - it's scary to think about it.

Quan couldn't help shivering.

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw that he knew he was afraid, so he put down the thing floating in mid-air, and it was so steady that he couldn't hear any unnecessary sound.

But then again, there is another very serious question before Quan.

Both of his feet are injured, how should he go back?And, how should he explain to Mizuno Chotaro the origin of his injury?

Thinking about it, Quan couldn't help looking at Nakahara Chuya, his dark eyes seemed to be shining like stars.

"...What kind of eyes are you looking at? Why are you looking at me?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also stared at by him, his eyes widened involuntarily, and he looked at him vigilantly, like a cat whose hair has exploded.

Quan put his hands together, looked at him expectantly, and said, "Mr. Chuya! Can you do me a favor?"

"……what?"

Nakahara Chuya had a weird expression on his face.

Didn't this guy try his best to separate himself from him just now, so that he must be regarded as a "trading partner"?

But after listening to what Quan said next, Zhong Yuanzhong also knew why he did this.

"You are really..." Zhong Yuan didn't know what to say for a while, "Why do you think I will agree to help you? Do you really regard me as a good person?"

Quan raised a smile and said, "Because Mr. Chuya is a good person in the first place!"

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a moment, and said blankly: "Let me hear this sentence from you again, what will happen to you..."

There is no need to say more, because Quan has already seen the things floating around him.

"This sentence?" Although Quan was a little puzzled, he still complied.But I don't know if he was doing it on purpose or if he was short-sighted, but he actually asked as if confirming, "That means you are a good... person..."

An empty teapot was thrown right in his face.

Quan closed his eyes in fright, and quickly said: "I'm sorry, you are not a good person!"

The teapot barely stopped in front of his nose, and Quan breathed a sigh of relief.

Nakahara Chuya: "..." How do you feel...what's weird?

In the evening, outside the residential building.

Mizuno Chotaro returned with his exhausted body.

In the past, at this time, each household was preparing to finish dinner, and there should be very few residents staying outside the residential building.

But today, for some reason, a group of people gathered around the roadside, chatting like sparrows.

Looking again, it turned out that there was a sports car parked on the side of the road.With such a handsome appearance, even people who don't understand cars can see the words "I'm very expensive" from it.

This car did not belong to any of the nearby residents, but the strange thing was that Mizuno Chotaro looked at the car and found it somewhat familiar.He thought about it, but couldn't remember where he had seen it before, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

What he didn't expect was that just as he was about to bypass the excited crowd, he heard the lady on the sixth floor say sharply, "Oh, Grandpa Mizuno, you're back!"

Mizuno Chotaro murmured in his heart, didn't this person always walk away from him when he saw him, as if he had some kind of virus on him?Why did you suddenly greet him today?

This question was quickly answered.

"If you want me to say, Grandpa Mizuno is lucky! I don't know where to pick up a beautiful granddaughter. She said that she has amnesia or not, but she has a high wrist! No, it's only the second day, and she was given away by such a car. Send it back! Oh, I said you will enjoy the blessings in the future!"

"Nonsense!" Mizuno Chotaro's expression darkened when he heard that, and he hurried back to their house regardless of how gossiping the people behind him were.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard a conversation between his "granddaughter" and a strange man through the gap in the door.

"It's not right for you to be so hot..."

"It's so long-winded! It's just a cup of tea, I can brew it however I want!"

"...As long as you are happy."

After listening, Mizuno Chotaro's complexion became even darker.

He stepped harder on purpose, stomping the floor so that there was a "dong dong" sound, and said loudly: "Quan! Grandpa is back!" After finishing speaking, he pushed open the door.

The hut was still the hut they lived in, but there was an extra man in it who made him feel an eyesore.

The man was sitting with his precious granddaughter, holding a set of tea ceremony utensils in his hand, and seemed to be making tea.

It's just that his craftsmanship should not be very good, and he was disgusted by his granddaughter.

But wait a minute, I didn't hear that their Jiaquan can also tea ceremony...

Such doubts flashed in my heart, after all, there were other things to deal with right now.

For example, who is this man?What is his relationship with his precious granddaughter?Most importantly, what happened to the bandages on his precious granddaughter? !

"Grandpa, you're back!" Izumi happily greeted Mizuno Chotaro without realizing the suspicious look in his eyes.

Nakahara Nakaya next to him put down the tea set in his hand, got up and greeted Mizuno Chotaro: "Cough, hello, Mr. Mizuno."

Mizuno Chotaro ignored him at all, walked up to Quan, and asked with a frown, "What's the matter? Where did you get this injury? You think you didn't scare Grandpa enough yesterday morning?"

Quan's face showed guilt and uneasiness, and he hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, Grandpa. But there is a reason for this injury..."

Saying that, Quan raised his head and looked at Nakahara Chuya next to him.

Mizuno Chotaro followed his line of sight and looked over, his face immediately became tense.

Tsk, what a hassle...

Zhongyuan Zhong, who received Quan's gaze, also muttered something in his heart, cleared his throat and said, "It's like this..."

"Huh?! You mean...Izumi acted bravely and protected your boss's child from the traffickers. All the injuries on his body were caused by the traffickers???"

Mizuno Chotaro looked in surprise at Nakahara Chuya who told the whole "event process" in a few words.

"So you sent Quan back because of this?"

Zhong Yuanzhong coughed uncomfortably: "Well... almost... that's it."

Mizuno Chotaro breathed a sigh of relief.

Just not a stinky man trying to pick on his precious granddaughter.