Epigenetic

Zhu Weixing fell from upstairs.

Fifth floor.

not dead.

He was out of breath when he was taken to U Central Hospital by ambulance, but thanks to the superb medical skills of the chief doctor, he pulled him back from the gate of hell.

After more than ten hours of surgery, she was in a coma for a week in the ICU. Zhu Weixing finally woke up, with a hole in the back of her head, and she was not disfigured or disabled. She was very lucky.

But he forgot everything.

Yes, the bloody plot like a TV series, Zhu Weixing lost his memory.

……

In an ordinary four-person ward, doctors make ward rounds.

On the inner hospital bed, Zhu Weixing listened to the doctor's inquiry, endured stomach churning and retching and dizziness, his face was restrained, but his trembling body revealed uncontrollable pain. In the August weather, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"... Had to sleep well last night? Had a nightmare again?" The chief doctor carefully understood the patient's condition.

Zhu Weixing closed his eyes, and a huge vortex appeared in his mind for an instant to engulf him. He opened his eyes suddenly, shook off the double image, and let out a low response.

The director asked again: "Did you remember anything? Minutiae, fragments can be flashed."

Zhu Weixing shook his head, as if a funnel had been installed in his brain, it could only suck in, nothing could come out.

"The examination report shows that the body functions are recovering. The negative reactions are the sequelae of the concussion. They should be relieved after a period of time. Continue to observe and don't worry. As for the memory problem..." The brain structure is too complicated and there are too many interference factors, the doctor Can not give an accurate answer, everything depends on the time, but also on the patient himself.

Seeing his condition, the director wanted to prescribe some good medicine to alleviate Zhu Weixing's symptoms, and the deputy director followed behind him and whispered: "Qinglang Hotel paid part of his hospitalization expenses, but did not make up for the follow-up expenses." I mean, good medicine doesn't work.

The director looked at Zhu Weixing, and got a confused blink from the other party, as if he didn't understand.

The deputy director directly explained to the person on the bed: "The hotel is where the incident happened, and it is also the place where you fell from the building. The investigating police said that the hotel has a certain responsibility for safety, but it is not the main responsible party. They paid for the emergency expenses and hospitalization expenses in advance. It is a temporary substitute from the hospital. We suggest waiting for your condition to stabilize before letting the police come to take notes, but based on your current memory, it seems that they will not be able to ask the results when they come. We have also contacted your family and school, your The family has not been contacted, your school is on summer vacation, it may take a while to reply..."

In the middle of speaking, he was interrupted by the director. The director looked at the pale face of the young man and sighed: "You should continue to use the calming and tranquilizing medicine, otherwise the side effects will be so serious that you can't eat or sleep. How can you recover your vitality? Think about it better."

After the doctor left, the aunt in the next bed quietly watched the child who kept wagging, and evened out half a bowl of white porridge from her own small pot and brought it to him.

"Drink some, sweet."

Zhu Weixing was so dizzy that it was difficult to see, and it took a while to focus on the aunt's concerned face.

It's just full of kindness, but Zhu Weixing shook his head and rejected it.

"No, thank you..."

Probably during his illness, his voice was soft and breathless, like a little boy whose voice hadn’t changed yet, but according to Zhu Weixing’s bedside medical record card, he was already 19 years old.

The aunt frowned: "The doctor just said that you need to eat more to get better, and you have no one here..." She wanted to say that you have no one to see and take care of you, when will you recover on your own?But after all, he didn't talk too much.

This child suffered such a serious injury and stayed in the hospital for so long, even if he is not a local, his parents and relatives should have arrived by train these days, but now there is no ghost.Look at that thin and pitiful appearance, no one to accompany the bed and no nurse, how cruel the family is.There are also friends and classmates, but none of them have been seen. Obviously, the police have called a lot to help them get in touch.

Auntie has this doubt, how could Zhu Weixing himself not?

Before opening his eyes, he seemed to have been buried in the earth for a hundred years, wrapped and buried in the deep, long and endless darkness, running and struggling alone, finally breaking free from the bondage of death and gaining the freedom of life, but the world he opened his eyes was still blank and nothingness to him.

He tries hard to remember, remember who he is, recall the past life, recall the cause of the accident, and recall the past.But nothing, he can't think of anything, he doesn't know anything, as long as he thinks, he can't help but feel dizzy and dizzy, he can't see clearly when he is dizzy, he wants to vomit when he is dizzy, he can't sleep at night due to nausea, his soul Out of body.

Zhu MSI had to suspend thinking.

With only one name known, and the reality of nothing to rely on, I fell into a weak and shallow sleep.

……

Zhu Weixing's hospital bed was next to the window, and in about two weeks, he was able to get out of bed and look at the scenery outside the window.

This is the central hospital of U City, very good and famous, and there is an endless stream of patients coming and going at the gate.Parents are concerned, lovers are anxious, friends are comforting, and there are not many people who come to the hospital alone.Especially for someone like Zhu Weixing who can't even sit still, for such a long time, there is still only one person.

But Zhu Weixing didn't seem to notice, from the people who saw the hospital to the flowers in the hospital.

He lives on the sixth floor, and there are a lot of green plants downstairs. In the past two days, many workers have been transplanting new flowers and trees under the scorching sun, putting plants half a person's height into the excavated soil, burying them and watering them.The plant has already bloomed, and each bud is the size of a fist, hanging upside down like a white bell, adorned on a thick rhizome, there are dozens of them per plant, and they are huge and eye-catching, as if they would jingle bells when the wind blows There is a kind of beauty that is so crisp that the sound can be heard.

The young deputy director came to make rounds, MSI asked him: "What kind of flower is this?"

He spoke very little, and he hadn't spoken much since he regained consciousness. He was either sleeping or curled up in a corner with his hands on his stomach.The doctor heard him take the initiative to talk, studied out of the window for a while, and said: "It seems to be a kind of shrub called Phoenix Weilan."

Pteris...

Wish MSI chew on the name.

"Why do hospitals transplant plants in midsummer?" The doctor also felt strange.

"Yes, Doctor Hu, do you remember that there was originally a field of sunflowers downstairs, and the flowers bloomed beautifully in this season in previous years. For some reason, the hospital asked people to remove all the flowers a few days ago and replaced them with this kind of sunflowers. Plants." The little nurse was also surprised.

The two chatted indifferently, and the little nurse once again tactfully raised the issue of fees. Although they also knew that there was no result in urging a boy who couldn't remember anything, who else could they turn to?The police only said to find a way, but there was no news for a long time.

Zhu Weixing nodded, her pale lips opened and closed, expressing that she would find a way to repay, her words were sincere, and even implied shame, but the little nurse couldn't bear it, so she couldn't open her mouth to force her.

After the people left, Zhu Weixing took the towel and slowly got out of bed.

The aunt in the next bed hastily warned him not to move around, and wanted to help someone, but Wei Xing shook his head and refused, and walked forward at a fast pace by himself, holding on to the wall.

"Ah, I've never seen such a stubborn child..." the aunt muttered helplessly behind her.

However, after a few steps, it took MSI 5 minutes to get into the bathroom of the ward.Resisting the dizziness, tinnitus and nausea that hit him, he leaned against the sink and panted for a while before raising his head.

In the mirror, there was a sick and frail young man, not very tall, but very, very thin. I don't know if his stature was originally because he couldn't eat.The hair was shaved, and only a layer of green stubble had grown on the scalp in more than two weeks. Even though it was wrapped with a thick bandage, it could be seen that the head was extraordinarily round.

The head is round, but the chin is sharp. Although the small face is blue and gray and swollen, the facial features are already showing exquisite outlines. Big eyes, high nose, and small mouth. They are beautiful when they are disassembled, and even more beautiful when they are put together. Some feminine.

Weixing staggered forward a little bit, the face opposite was enlarged, and the boy's elongated and raised eyebrows could be clearly seen.Eyebrows were trimmed and ears were pierced. There were four in one ear and nine in the other, so there were thirteen.

It was her own face, but MSI felt it was very strange, and every time she saw it, it felt heavier.

He stared at the mirror and asked himself again, who is this?this is me?Who am I?

Soon, the useless emotions were let go, exhaled, Weixing scooped up water to wash his face, untied his clothes and wiped himself, he had been doing this for the past few days, trembling and stumbling, fortunately it was midsummer, a little cold water was enough to keep him clean.

The pale and slender body was exposed, Wei Xing turned around after wiping the front, raised her eyes, and her eyes fell behind her.I saw a flower tattooed on the raised butterfly bone on the left, a bright red hibiscus flower.

The bright color reveals a sense of delicacy, which makes Zhu Weixing's already pale skin almost transparent. It faces the heart directly in front of it with slender branches, as if it wants to go through the chest to catch something beating inside.

Putting such things on her body, coupled with her unmasculine appearance, Zhu Weixing frowned tightly when she looked at the male and female boy in the mirror...