Chapter 512

After I finally regained consciousness, the first question I thought of was, who am I!

I'm in a completely strange environment. I don't know anyone at all. But I know I'm in a medical institution. I know everything in front of me. The only thing I can't remember is my name, family, relatives and friends. I've lost all the information about myself.

People who have not experienced this kind of forgetting may never imagine what kind of panic it is.

I was almost a soul stirring, and sat up from the bed, scared and eager to look at everything in front of me. At this time, a woman about 50 years old came to me, patted my hand and said, "are you awake? What do you remember? "

I looked at her completely strange face, shook my head and asked, "who are you?"

Her eyes have lost, but also have a tiny unobservable rest assured, she slowly said: "who I am is not important, the key is who you are."

I didn't understand her. It took me about five minutes to figure it out. I nodded and asked, "who am I?"

This kind of slower reaction speed than cattle makes me feel headache, but it's really my own reaction.

Five minutes to respond to a question, which made the woman frown. She raised her hand to call the doctor and asked in front of me, "I remember you said there was no sequela. Now what's the problem with his slow response?"

All she said to the doctor was English, which was strange but I understood.

She seems to be very concerned about me.

I looked around at the people in front of my bed again. Except for her, they should all be medical staff.

The doctor is explaining to her: "coma time is too long, brain function has degenerated, but after a period of exercise will recover."

"How long?" The woman asked aggressively.

"It depends on one's physique. Some take only three to five days, while others take three to five months. This was also mentioned before the operation." The doctor's words are perfect. There are no loopholes.

It's just that every one of them has to slide through my mind for a while before I can understand them.

I didn't ask much questions. The self-protection function kept me silent at this time, remembering their words as much as possible, and then keeping them for later digestion.

The woman didn't want to hide anything from me. She discussed about how to recover for almost half an hour in front of me and made sure that I didn't have any problems before she let the medical staff leave the ward.

During their conversation, I observed the ward.

First of all, the room has a large area. In addition to the hospital bed, there are also large wardrobes and French windows on one side of the wall. The outside is green space, a very wide green space. The independent bathroom is on the right side of the entrance. There is a small coffee table and sofa on the opposite side of the bed. It's all beige leather... All these prove that this is a good hospital.

When the room was quiet, the woman came to my bed, pulled a chair, sat down, looked at me and said slowly, "do you have any questions for me?"

I can guess that she should be my relative. After thinking about it, I want to ask, "are you my mother?"

This sentence makes her a Zheng, suddenly said with a smile: "no, I'm your mother's good sister."

"Aunt?" I was stunned for almost a minute. I found the word in my mind and asked another question.

She was very satisfied with my reaction. She shook her head with a smile and said, "it's not a good sister without blood relationship."

I let out a cry, and then began to think what kind of relationship is a good sister without blood relationship.

In my mind, everything has been slowed down a lot. It even takes a long time to think of a word.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" She asked again.

I shook my head.

"Don't you care who you are?" She asked curiously.

"I want to remember my identity, name and origin." I said to her, it's very slow.

She had an incredible expression on her face. After thinking about it, she said with a smile, "I also hope you can remember and briefly introduce how you got here."

I subconsciously refused to hear about the process, saying almost without thinking, "if it's about my past, I don't want to know from others."

"It's not your past. You had a car accident, which led to severe concussion. It took almost three months for you to recover completely. It's a miracle of medicine that you can recover like this." She spoke briefly about the process and condition of my injury.

At this point, she picked up the medical record beside the bed and asked me, "do you still remember what you learned?"Seeing my puzzled face, she added with a smile, "Oh, are you still literate?"

Then she handed the medical record to me, and I took a look at it. My name was written on the cover - Cheng Xin.

The name is strange to me, and the letters are strange to me like tadpoles, but the most wonderful feeling is that I know them all. After reading it, it takes about one minute to understand the meaning of the words.

My medical record is very thick. Turning to the first page, I saw the admission time, the reason for hospitalization, the physical condition at that time and so on. It took me about an hour to understand the meaning of a page of basic information with a small amount of information.

That woman has been quietly sitting in front of the hospital bed, patiently looking at me, not showing any impatience.

After reading one page, I felt a little headache and even nausea. Although I wanted to know the following, I had to put down the medical record.

"Your current discomfort is just the normal reaction after recovery. It will be better after a period of time. Take a good rest and call me when you want to know something She said, putting a business card on the table. "Your mother and I are best friends, so you don't have to be polite to me."

After she left, I took a look at the card.

Her name is Yuan Zheng, the chairman of a listed company. I really can't think that I will have such a life, my mother will have such a cow's sister, or no blood relationship?

Listed companies, chairman of the board of these words into the brain, with a series of information. I don't know what I've been through before, but I know all these words.

After waking up for ten days, I still didn't think of any news about myself, but I remember the books I read, some common sense I knew well, and even I could skillfully operate the computer, understand the K-line chart of stocks, financial statements, and even any news in the newspaper.

The speed of reaction is more than twice as fast as that of waking up. But compared with normal people, my reaction is much slower.

The doctor and aunt yuan were very surprised at my recovery. They said that the recovery speed was very good.

I'm very grateful to Aunt Yuan Zheng, but I never asked her everything. I stubbornly think of myself, rather than relying on other people's narration.

For my stubborn, she is very tolerant, gave me enough time.

A month later, I finally gave up my efforts to think of the past. Because no matter how hard I try to think, my mind is blank.

When I asked to know my own experience and family, aunt yuan took out a computer and found a document and said to me, "this is your resume, your education experience, work experience and growth experience, as well as the situation of your parents."

"Thank you, aunt yuan." I said.

She said with a smile: "you don't have to thank me. Everything I know is sorted out and put in the document, but you didn't grow up with me after all. I don't know many details. I know all these are superficial materials. The most important and core ones, including your childhood and so on, need to be remembered by yourself. I hope this material will play an important role in attracting more and more talents. "

The materials she collated were really simple. I only spent more than an hour reading and digesting them.

From the information, I know that I am not a very happy person. My parents died when I was 20 years old. I finished college with the insurance premium they left behind. After that, I have been working in aunt yuan's company. Just before the accident, the company was going to send me to work in China.

My identity is Chinese American. When I was eight years old, I came to the United States with my parents who came to study, and then I stayed here all the time.

This resume may be a bright spot in other people's eyes, but I feel particularly uncomfortable, and I even have some resistance to it in my heart.

I think about it seriously. There are two reasons why I feel awkward: first, I don't want to compress my 20 years of life into thin pages; 2、 I don't want to know my past through other people's mouths.

But now, if I don't, I don't know anything about myself.

No matter how I know my past, I have a general understanding of myself in my mind. It's ridiculous to say that if you want to know everything about yourself, you have to rely on others. I guess no one wants this feeling.

Aunt Yuan thinks highly of me. When my reaction ability is almost recovered, she let me go back to work in the company. As for going to China to take charge of the new company, she will put it off for a while.

Work is more than simple hospital recuperation. At the beginning, I always felt overwhelmed, but everyone seemed to know what happened to me and didn't urge me. Slowly, I can keep up with the pace of everyone's work. After more than a month, aunt yuan specially asked me to start a small project.Two weeks later, the small project ended and passed the board of directors.

On the same day, aunt yuan called me into the office and said to me very seriously, "you are recovering very quickly. There is still a certain gap between starting a project and the original one. I have your original projects here. You can take all the evaluation reports and get back the feeling of doing things."

These should belong to the company's confidential information, she so generously pushed to me.

For these, I was moved, and with 12 minutes of care and serious to read these materials, and even in their own computer to take some notes.

The evaluation reports after the end of these projects are rare learning materials, and I have benefited a lot.

From these materials, I can see my own vigorous and resolute work.

There is a reason why aunt Yuan thinks highly of me, because I can solve some difficult projects that others dare not do.

While learning, recalling and making progress, I gradually became confident in my ability. Half a year later, aunt yuan wanted me to go back to China to manage the company that had been established for half a year, but had no official person in charge.

I should be down, my heart for home I am looking forward to, and very much want to go back early. It's like someone is waiting for me over there. At the same time, I also know that I don't have any relatives there. Even if I have, I haven't contacted my family for many years.

After going abroad, many relationships will be alienated, and my family is no exception. I have no intention of going back to visit relatives and friends. A person who grows up outside and loses all the memories of growing up has nothing to do with finding old relatives