King's return

Lin Yanxiu's doubts and anxiety did not show on his face.

After taking a shower, the two of them nestled on the bed, doing nothing but embracing each other and quietly welcoming the coming of the next day.

The appointment time with Dr. Zhang was at two o'clock in the afternoon, and Rong Jian thought in his heart that it should be over before five o'clock. The party Shen Qin said would start at seven o'clock in the evening, and there was enough free time in between to take the bus.

It's just - I don't know how to explain it to Lin Yanxiu.

Before you know it, the sun draws a half arc in the sky.

Lin Yanxiu drove him to Zhang Lang's private clinic, Rong Jian didn't talk much at all, and Lin Yanxiu was absent-minded about something, the two of them were surprisingly silent along the way.

Jiejie in the reception room of the clinic smiled slightly when she saw these two rare visitors, and pointed to the consulting room behind: "Dr. Zhang has been waiting for you for a long time. Mr. Rong Jian looks good."

Rong Jian pushed his glasses and nodded at her lightly.

The strong smell of disinfectant in the clinic made him frowned in disgust.

"Go in." Lin Yanxiu patted him on the shoulder, his tone indifferent as if he didn't care.

Rong Jian suddenly grabbed the other's hand resting on his shoulder and asked, "What about you?"

"I won't go in." Lin Yanxiu lowered his head and thought for a while, then comforted him, "Don't worry, I'll wait for you here."

"En." Rong Jian let go of his hand.

Jiejie who was next to her rolled her eyes when she heard the conversation between the two: "Please, you two big men, don't be so nasty, okay? It's not about life and death."

Lin Yanxiu, who was about to sit down, seemed to be stiff for a moment, and smiled: "That's right, you go in quickly, and go back to cook fish at night."

"Uh..." Rong Jian was about to say something tonight, but before she could say it, the female nurse pushed the door impatiently.

As soon as you enter the door, you will be greeted by the lingering smell of smoke, which is thick and choking.

Rong Jian frowned fiercely, almost unable to breathe.

With a glance, the interior furnishings are simple, the documents are piled up messily on the table, and a man in a white coat is sitting on the chair behind.

The hot and revealing beauty on the cover of the magazine in his hand completely covered his face.

"Oh, is Yiyi saying goodbye?"

A cold uncle's voice sounded from inside the magazine, the tone was not fluctuating much, but it was obviously a joke, but it sounded very serious.

"Are you Dr. Zhang?" Rong Jian took a few steps forward slowly, and his voice, which was not warm at all, became even deeper.

Zhang Lang was looking at the photo of hot beauties with relish, and he was about to finish reading a few pages, but he was suddenly taken away from his hand, and was thrown flying with a "crash".

"Does my magazine have any grudges against you? Can't you use this trick every time?!" Zhang Lang raised his glasses with a dark face, and he saw Rong Jian's expressionless face.

"I'm not Dr. Zhang, are you?" Zhang Lang casually pressed the end of his cigarette and stood up, making a habitual smack.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Uncle Rong say in a disgusted tone: "I won't be called by such a tasteless name."

"Go to the auscultation room!" Zhang Lang's face was a little darkened by a white coat, but in the process of dealing with this guy for many years, he fully understood one thing - when he competed with Rong Jian, he was always the one who got hurt .

He had just pushed open the door of the auscultation room, and Rong Jian's thankful voice came from behind him: "I thought I would be killed by the smoke."

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"You sit there, take it easy." Zhang Lang pointed to a single sofa recliner, said so, but he couldn't help comforting himself in his heart, take it easy, isn't that the bastard Rong Jian? .

"It has been more than a month since I was discharged from the hospital. Do you remember anything from the past? Even if it is a sporadic fragment, you can talk about it." Zhang Lang, who worked hard, finally showed some seriousness as a doctor. .

There is no smell of smoke in the auscultation room, the air is very good, the windows are wide open, and a bunch of green willow branches protrude in.

The sofa chair was very soft, and Rong Jian, who was lying on it, was so comfortable that he wanted to sleep.

After thinking about it carefully, he whispered: "No, I just dream occasionally, and when I wake up, I forget what I dreamed, and only remember the feeling of emptiness."

After a pause, he pointed to his heart, and added: "I don't know why, I'm a little sad."

Sitting beside him, Zhang Lang gently induced: "Now close your eyes first, think about it slowly, say what you want, relax, don't be nervous, don't resist"

It was very quiet all around, Rong Jian leaned on the sofa and slowly closed his eyes, Zhang Lang's voice was slow and steady, persuasive, every sentence echoed in his ears like ocean waves.

"In the dream, what color is it?"

After being silent for a while, Rong Jian said in a low voice, "A snow-white figure with black hair"

"Do you have a particularly strong impression of anything?"

"Photos, piggy bank."

"Whose picture?"

"I don't know, a woman"

"woman?"

"Yeah," Rong Jian kept his eyes closed, but inadvertently frowned, and repeated unconsciously, "I don't know her."

Zhang Lang followed along and said, "Is she pretty?"

"I can't see clearly, she should be very beautiful." Rong Jian's long eyebrows unfolded, and his tone was more like a whisper, "She's crying."

"why cry?"

"There was a man who disappeared"

Seeing Rong Jian's tightly closed eyelids trembling uncomfortably, Zhang Lang frowned slightly and did not speak.

Rong Jian slowly closed his hands on the handle.

"There is, there is one more person!" His tone suddenly became urgent, "Tong Tong"

Zhang Lang asked in a low voice, "Same as what?"

Rong Jian shook his head subconsciously, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and the backs of his clenched hands were almost bruised.

"Relax, don't force it." Zhang Lang gently pressed the back of his hand, slowing down his voice to comfort him.

"White in the ward" Rong Jian's voice trembled intermittently, and his chest heaved violently, as if waves were surging in his mind, attacking his nerves wave after wave.

A white light suddenly lit up in front of his dark eyes, the cold tiles, and the motionless figure on the hospital bed.

His pupils dilated, and a strong sense of hatred welled up in his heart. This hatred was mixed with sadness and pain, which almost engulfed him, making him unable to breathe.

Rong Jian tried hard to see this man's face clearly, but his vision became more and more blurred.

He only knew that it was a man, lying there weak and old, looking at himself with guilty eyes. He wanted to yell, but his throat was hoarse and he couldn't say a word.

Immediately afterwards, the whole picture collapsed in an instant, including the man who couldn't see his face clearly——

On the white wall, the seconds of the wall clock circled one frame at a time, and the time seemed to become extraordinarily long while waiting.

There was no one else in the clinic at this time. The waitress was absent-mindedly reading the newspaper, and from time to time she glanced at Lin Yanxiu who was sitting quietly in the rest area.

The man leaned back on the back of the sofa, his slender legs crossed, and his eyes were slightly closed.

It's been almost two hours since Rong Jian went in, and there's not a single sound coming out.

Tapping the cover of the piano black phone lightly with his fingers, Lin Yanxiu frowned slightly impatiently.

For some unknown reason, his eyelids suddenly twitched.

Before I could open my eyes, there was a loud "bang" in the auscultation room, which was very shocking in the silent clinic.

"What's going on?!" The female nurse exclaimed.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yanxiu had rushed over quickly.

"Rong Jian!" The man kicked the door open, but was surprised to see Rong Jian standing beside the sofa, panting extremely restlessly, his usually expressionless face seemed distorted in the backlight.

And Zhang Lang just got up from the ground, his white coat was covered with ashes, he rubbed his buttocks helplessly, and freed up another hand to rub his red and swollen cheeks, looking extremely embarrassed.

"What did you two do?" Lin Yanxiu's gloomy gaze swept over the two of them. The scene in front of him was so weird that he felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.

Zhang Lang pushed his glasses coldly: "I thought he was in a bad mood and woke him up, but this bastard actually punched me!"

Rong Jian was stared at by the two at the same time, and looked away slightly, his mood has calmed down a lot, and he said lightly: "Sorry."

"Forget it, it's not just this time I was beaten by you." Zhang Lang called the little nurse to give him medicine, and rolled his eyes angrily, "There must be an extra consultation fee!"

Turning around, I was still muttering: "Isn't it just a shot, do you need such a big reaction?"

"What happened just now?" Lin Yanxiu walked quickly to Rong Jian's side, reaching out to pull him.

"It's nothing." Rong Jian turned sideways inadvertently, avoided it, and started to walk out.

Lin Yanxiu's stretched hand froze for a moment, then retracted it without a trace, and called out to him, "Where are you going?"

"Walk around casually, I will go back myself." Rong Jian paused for a while, then quickly opened the door and left.

"What did he remember?" Lin Yanxiu walked around to Zhang Lang, his voice a little urgent.

"I don't know, he knows it himself." Zhang Lang sighed and shook his head, "He said a lot of sporadic fragments, and I can only speculate from them. In his past, it should be when he was a child. A very important man and a woman, I guess his parents"

"He mentioned the ward, and I'm afraid one of the parents has contracted some irreparable disease, perhaps both."

"It's just that for some reason, Rong Jian seems to hate that man very much. When he mentioned it, his reaction was very violent."

"Ah, that's right," Zhang Lang took a pen to write and draw on the medical record, and suddenly frowned, "Just now he said, 'There is another person', could it be a third party intervening between husband and wife? 'Same' what, this makes me a little confused."

Lin Yanxiu gave a soft "hmm", his face turned pale with dullness.

"Don't worry too much, that kid Rong Jian is very strong, nothing will happen. Look at him as heartless, let's think wildly here, maybe we can go somewhere to have a good time!"

Walking out of the gate of the clinic, the setting sun in the west opened up silhouettes all over the ground.

Rong Jian took a deep breath before slowly lifting his steps.

His mind seemed to be stuffed with things, and it seemed to be blank at the same time. He walked aimlessly along the road, but he didn't know where the extended street in front of him led.

He knew that Lin Yanxiu was waiting for him, but at this moment, the negative emotions overflowing in his heart made him just want to escape.

Rong Jian faintly sensed that there seemed to be a devil in the back of his mind that he didn't want to face. He couldn't control it and just wanted to vent.

The phone in his pocket started vibrating non-stop, he took it out slowly and took a look, it was Lin Yanxiu calling.

Rong Jian stared at those three words for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had cut off the call.

The green light for pedestrians has been turned on at the zebra crossing.

Rong Jian drifted with the crowd and gradually disappeared into the crowd.