But on the one hand, he just woke up, on the other hand, he probably just woke up.
What he saw was not the white walls of the hospital, but Song Yaoyao, Huo Yunque, and the strange office he set foot in for the first time!
Huo Qi couldn't help but pull Song Wenchuan out.
Song Wenchuan still didn't understand, "How did I get here?"
Huo Qi: "..."
It's over, this guy seems to have lost his mind.
He still remembers that sharp-edged aura when this guy approached the door. Obediently, let Huo Qiduo take a second look.
As a result now—
How did it become like this
"Of course you came here by yourself. We have surveillance cameras everywhere, why don't you call them out and take a look?" Huo Qi replied helplessly, twitching the corners of his mouth.
Song Wenchuan's eyes flickered with thought, and after he calmed down, he always felt that something was wrong.
"Need not."
He shook his head and got into the car.
The patient who disappeared for no reason, and after being missing for a long time, came back swaggeringly.
Zhou Manli raised her hand angrily and wanted to hit him, but when she saw his pale face, she couldn't bear it.
"Stinky boy, where did you go? Amnesia, just stay in the hospital for treatment! Why are you running around?"
Song Wenchuan became even more confused. He rubbed his forehead, "Mom, what amnesia? When did I lose my memory?"
Zhou Manli and Song Ruiqi were shocked.
After reacting, a call rang out in unison in the ward.
"Come here!"
Not long after he came back, Song Wenchuan who was pushed to check again was very helpless.
But looking at the worried eyes of his parents, he could only endure it abruptly.
Wei Yuanfan looked at the inspection list, and found that the result was exactly the same as the inspection in the morning.
But the difference is—
Song Wenchuan said that he did not lose his memory.
"Then..." Wei Yuanfan asked cautiously, "Do you still remember what happened after you woke up?"
Song Wenchuan frowned, "What do you mean?"
Wei Yuanfan watched Song Wenchuan's demeanor soften, his clear face no longer had the forceful sternness, it was as if he had changed his core.
Although he is an atheist, he can't help but feel hairy now.
He beckoned, called a nurse over, and told her, "Go to the monitoring room and ask someone to call out all the videos about Mr. Song from 9:00 am to 11:00 am and send them to me."
Song Wenchuan had a strange feeling in his heart.
When he saw himself in the video, sitting lazily in the chair, with his hands lightly dancing on the table, Song Wenchuan's eyebrows had already raised a hill.
The man in the video has the same face as him, and the coat on his shoulders is the one he is wearing at this time.
But Song Wenchuan was not familiar with his words, deeds, and walking posture.
He also saw Zhou Manli raising her hand as if she wanted to hit herself in the video, but for some reason she couldn't. And when Zhou Manli and Wei Yuanfan seemed to have an argument, he said something, stood up gracefully, and walked out of the office...
Song Wenchuan wanted to watch it again, the video was over.
Wei Yuanfan reopened a video, which was retrieved from a different monitor.
The length of time varies.
Song Jingwan chased him out, but 'he' didn't look back, just kept his coat straight, and walked forward as if strolling in the garden.
Until passing by a surveillance camera, he suddenly looked up.
At that moment, the goosebumps on Song Wenchuan's arms were covered with goosebumps, and the hairs stood on end!
In the video, he smiled at the surveillance camera and opened his lips silently.