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Blinking his eyes, the man was lying face up on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze. The air was filled with the smell of needles and water that he didn't like. The slender needle was delivered into his blood vessels, and there was a slight tingling sensation.

Very slight, negligible pain.

There is pain, which proves that he is still alive.

He's still alive, that's impossible.

In the terminal stage of cancer, he committed suicide and chose to kill himself with a single shot.

Hey, he has been an agent all his life, and he can shoot a fly flying around with a gun, not to mention his own head. Who would believe it, the majestic king of agents shot himself in the temple at close range He didn't kill himself.

oh!What a joke!No fool would believe it!

Once again the man affirmed that there was no way he was still alive, which was an insult to his professional skills!

His head was intact, neither wrapped in white gauze nor turned into brilliant fireworks flying all over the sky, his body was a little weak, dry mouth, cold hands and feet, and pain in the upper and middle abdomen, which were the symptoms of poisoning.

Why doesn't he remember what poisonous thing he has eaten? From his experience, there is nothing more painless and quick to say goodbye to the world than shooting himself in the head.

Perhaps there is only one explanation.

The man looked around the ward, which didn't look like a ward. Apart from the various medical equipment in the room, the room looked more like a top-level guest room in a five-star hotel.

Time travel after death?

Rebirth after death?

Sitting up with his hands on his sides, he raised his hands and looked. The nurse, who had been dozing by the side, finally came to her senses and hurriedly pressed the call button. The doctor shouted anxiously: "Doctor, Mr. Mingchen is awake!"

Ming Chen?Ha, it really wasn't him, it's just that the name sounds a little familiar.

Slightly clenching his fists, the man leaned on the pillow of the hospital bed and turned his sore neck. This body must have been in a coma for a long time, his limbs were stiff, and he felt a sense of hunger and thirst in his stomach.

A doctor and several nurses arrived quickly and examined him politely.

Overdose of sleeping pills, no wonder his stomach is so uncomfortable, they must have given the body a gastric lavage treatment.

"Mr. Ming Chen, we have notified Mr. He, and they will come over soon. You are out of danger now, please don't worry."

Although the man who woke up looked extremely calm, he didn't seem to have any "worried" emotions at all, or to put it another way, the narrow and clear eyes were peaceful, without any ripples called emotions.

"Who is Mr. He to me?" The man asked the doctor calmly.

He noticed the subconsciously respectful tone of the doctor when he mentioned "Mr. He". The doctor used the plural word "they", and there was not only one Mr. He. The doctor will not notify these Mr. He immediately.

"Mr. Ming Chen, you, don't you remember Mr. He?" The doctor looked at him in surprise.

"Who is Mr. Mingchen? Is it my name?" The man said politely, "Please give me a detailed personal information, preferably including my personal network, do you have any questions?"

The doctor seemed to be frightened. He stared blankly at the man, and nodded after a while: "Okay, okay."

As a patient with amnesia, he was too calm.

"Please give me another copy of today's newspaper." He had to confirm the current time.