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Clap, a drop of water fell on the bluestone, causing echoes.

Didi Didi, as if someone rang the alarm to wake him up from his dream.

Where is this?Is he dead or alive?

He heard someone calling his name,

"Ah Xing, Ah Xing..."

The voice seemed to be separated by a glass. It was not clear, but it was extremely urgent. Who was calling him?who is it?

Why did he feel so familiar, but couldn't remember who it was?

Wei's mother rang the alarm bell beside the hospital bed, and the nurse rushed over after hearing the sound. Wei Junxing's heart rate had already soared to 150 in an instant.

For a while, there was chaos in the ward at midnight, and the footsteps of doctors and nurses came one after another.

Wei's mother can't remember how many days and nights she stayed here. They said that his son might become a vegetable and never wake up. They also said that they had never seen a person who suddenly fell asleep and couldn't wake up.

But Wei's mother always believed that his son would wake up, no matter how they persuaded her, she stayed by the hospital bed every step of the way.

She kept massaging Wei Junxing and calling him. Sure enough, the sky paid off, and his son woke up.

Wei Junxing's attending doctor hurried over, and was about to step forward to check Wei Junxing's condition, but saw him sitting up stiffly without warning, staring at his red eyes, and shouting,

"He Jingshuo, He Jingshuo..."

His voice was sad, his face was full of tears, and he was in pain.

A nurse wanted to step forward and press Wei Junxing down, but the doctor waved his hand to signal them to back off.

He stood on the hospital bed and stared at Wei Junxing for a minute before Wei Junxing stabilized from his grief, indignation and excitement.

Wei Junxing moved his eyes slightly, regained his focus, looked around in a daze, and finally landed on Wei's mother.

"Mom? Where am I?"

Wei's mother was scared out of her wits by his startled appearance. She stepped forward and hugged her son, both happy and distressed.

"My child, this is a hospital. You have been sleeping for four months."

"what?"

Mother Wei wanted to cry, her voice choked up,

"Son, do you remember how you passed out?"

Mother Wei's inadvertent words were like throwing a stone into Wei Junxing's mind that had just calmed down, causing countless turmoil in an instant.

How did he pass out?Why are you in the hospital?Didn't he go to cram school?What about He Jingshuo?is he deadWhy would he say that?

His head hurts, like a needle being pricked over and over in his mind.

But he remembered that He Jingshuo's pale paper face disappeared before his eyes, like handwriting wiped off a frame of drawing paper, he remembered that he was handsome and sonorous in silver armor, smiling at him, curling his lips at him.

"It hurts, my head hurts, my head hurts..."

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, put his head in his hands, and rolled down on the bed.

Mother Wei hugged him and looked at the doctor helplessly.

"Doctor, save him quickly. What's wrong with him? What's wrong with this child?"

The doctor took a step forward, put his hands on Wei Junxing's shoulders, and whispered in his ear very calmly,

"Don't think about anything, take a deep breath, inhale, exhale,..."

Wei Junxing held back the pain, adjusted his breathing according to the doctor's rhythm, and breathed out slowly for a while, and the pain disappeared slowly like a cocoon.

The doctor stood aside and observed him for a while, took out a pen and wrote a few lines on the medical record, and comforted the worried mother Wei by the way,

"Don't worry, he just lost his memory for a short time. This is the stress response of the brain when it is greatly stimulated. Don't stimulate him recently. When the body recovers, it will gradually get better. When he wakes up, there will be nothing. Big problem."

After he finished speaking, he bowed his head and confessed a few words to the nurse, then left the ward.

The nurse who took care of Wei Junxing helped Wei Junxing put on the drip again, told Wei's mother a few words, and left one after another.

Mother Wei excitedly took out her mobile phone and called Dad Wei who was still on night shift, telling him to come to the hospital as soon as possible, and asked Dad Wei to bring some easy-to-digest food.

After such a toss, Wei Junxing was also tired. He watched the drops of medicine falling into the needle tube, and fell into a deep silence.

Wei's mother stared at Wei Junxing worriedly, not knowing what to say. She didn't dare to provoke Wei Junxing anymore, for fear that he would have a headache again. For a while, there was only the sound of dripping slowly in the ward.

Father Wei drove to the hospital in a hurry. As soon as he entered the ward, he saw his son sitting in a daze on the hospital bed. He rushed forward excitedly and grabbed Wei Junxing's hand.

"Son, what happened to you, why did you suddenly fall asleep?"

Wei's mother gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, looking at Wei Junxing carefully,

"It's good for the child to wake up, we'll talk about these things later, he doesn't remember."

Wei's father's eyes fell on Wei Junxing's face. His face, which was originally a godly face, showed a pale, thin and sickly face. His eyes felt hot, and he was on the verge of tears.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this first, just wake up. Just wake up."

As he spoke, he took out the thermos box and wanted to pour porridge for Wei Junxing.

Wei Junxing didn't have much strength in his body, and he was trying his best to support himself while sitting there, but there was one thing he was most concerned about right now,

"Dad, I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

As soon as he spoke, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear what he said.

While pouring the porridge, Wei's father kept saying,

"When you wake up, I won't worry. You have been sleeping for four months. How can Dad not worry?"

He concealed his face and blew on the porridge lightly, afraid that Wei Junxing would see him crying.

Wei Junxing propped himself up, leaned against the hospital bed, followed Dad Wei and asked,

"Dad, do you know He Jingshuo?"

"Is it your classmate?"

"Can not remember."

"wait a moment……"

Papa Wei put down the porridge, turned around and took out the laptop in the briefcase,

"I'll check it online, maybe there is information about this person."

No matter what Wei Junxing does at this time, Father Wei wants to follow Wei Junxing without hesitation.

But just after he finished speaking, he remembered what Wei's mother said just now, and he was afraid of irritating Wei Junxing, so he asked worriedly,

"Son, is it really okay to be like this now?"

Wei Junxing nodded with some difficulty,

"Just look but don't think about it, it should be fine."

Father Wei lowered his head and pressed a few keys, then pushed the computer in front of Wei Junxing. With just one glance, Wei Junxing was sure that the person on the screen was He Jingshuo.

He has fair skin, a pointed chin, mid-length hair, crescent-like eyebrows, covering a pair of dark pool-like eyes, sharp yet handsome.

"The son of He Yuda, the richest man in Ningbian City. He Yuda started his business by selling cemeteries in the early years, and later dabbled in real estate. He Jingshuo is a rich second generation born with a golden spoon in his mouth..."

Father Wei also came up to take a look,

"He's not your classmate, why did you ask about this person?"