Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

"What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? Ahhhh!"

A group of men gathered in front of the ward, looking worried. They tried to light a cigarette with trembling hands to relieve their worries, but were glared back by the doctors and nurses passing by.

"No smoking in the hospital!"

Zheng Zhe stopped wailing and asked the doctor hopefully, "How is Brother Jing doing? Will I lose my job? Can you give me a definite answer?"

"Zheng Zhe! What are you talking about? I think you deserve a beating!"

A few days ago, young master Jiang Yuning turned three years old. Jiang Wenjing had no children, so Jiang Yuning became the common heir of the Qin and Jiang families.

It was the birthday of his heir and nephew, so even if he didn't want to, he had to show up as an uncle out of courtesy and affection, so as not to shake Jiang Yuning's position as heir.

Unexpectedly, on the way to the Qin family, the remnants of the Lu family launched a surprise attack, and the car that Jiang Wenjing was riding in was crashed from a high altitude. Although he did not die on the spot, his condition was still not optimistic. He was in a coma and has been under rescue ever since.

The subordinates were worried about Brother Jing's condition, and at the same time worried that the unscrupulous Qin Yuchen would take the opportunity to do something. Everyone was anxious and angry, but it turned out that the idiot Zheng Zhe was most concerned about whether he would lose his job?

Deng Cheng rolled up his sleeves, his face grim: "Rather than worrying about losing your job, it's better to worry about whether you can survive tonight!"

"Hey, no, no!"

For a moment, the scene was as lively as a bar. The doctor had been working for several days and nights, and when he saw this scene, he just wanted to close his eyes and die.

Fortunately, Deng Cheng was a calm and reliable person. He was just angry for a moment. When he saw the doctor coming out, he immediately loosened Zheng Zhe's collar and a group of people surrounded him.

"How is it, Brother Jing, are you okay?"

"Stop dilly-dallying and speak now!"

The doctor rolled his eyes in exhaustion and took a breath:

"He's not dead. He's alive. He'll wake up in the next two days."

The subordinates all breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could finally settle down, the doctor dropped another bombshell:

"However, Brother Jing hit his head and the situation is very serious. He will most likely lose his memory when he wakes up."

Lost, lost memory?!

The subordinates all gasped in unison: "You are acting in a TV series here, and you have amnesia?"

"Do you know how many things are waiting for Brother Jing to deal with? This is no joke!"

"No, how could you lose your memory? Could it be that your skills are not good enough?"

The doctor glared at him and said unhappily, "Amnesia is considered good. You will slowly remember it over time. In a worse situation, it might affect Brother Jing's brain."

Amnesia and dementia, choose one of the two.

The subordinates looked at each other in bewilderment and asked seriously, "What should we do if we lose our memory? Are you sure Brother Jing can remember it again? How long will it take? What should we do?"

"uncertain."

The doctor frowned and explained, "The biggest problem now is that we have become strangers to Brother Yu Jing. Brother Yu Jing is cautious by nature and I'm afraid he won't trust us. However, being in a long-term alert environment is not conducive to the recovery of the body and memory."

In other words, they had to find someone whom Brother Jing could trust even if he didn't remember him, and have him stay by his side as a temporary bridge.

Brother Jing, I can trust you...

The group of men were silent for a while, and soon someone spoke up.

"It has to be me. I'm Jing's assistant and I spend the most time with him!"

"You're talking nonsense! I followed Brother Jing when the Lu family was still around. I've followed him the longest!"

"I do the most things for Brother Jing!"

They started arguing with each other. Zheng Zhe had no say in this battle between cronies. He looked left and right and weakly put forward his own opinion:

"Well, I'm the one who recommended you."

The others glared at him: "You don't want to recommend yourself, go away."

"No, no, I dare not flatter myself."

Zheng Zhe quickly shook his head and waved his hands: "If we really have lost our memories, we are all strangers to Brother Jing, but there is one person..."

*

I feel very tired, as if I have been lying down for a long time.

Jiang Wenjing slowly opened his eyes, and all he could see was the pure white ceiling and the cold light. His eyes gradually became clear.

"Wake up, wake up! Really wake up!"

"God bless you, Brother Jing, how can we live without you!"

The subordinates guarding the ward were so excited that they were about to cry. Thinking of the troubles that bastard Qin Yuchen had caused them in the past few days, they felt sad.

Woo woo, without Brother Jing, they were just like mice caught in a cat's claws, being teased so much.

Jiang Wenjing was wearing an oxygen mask and glanced at them with a deep gaze, his face calm.

The subordinate then remembered what the doctor said, wiped away his tears, and prepared to test whether Brother Jing had amnesia or dementia.

Before they could think of a good word to say, Zheng Zhe said without thinking:

"Brother Jing, do you have amnesia?"

As soon as he said this, he was immediately glared at by others.

This idiot!

Given Brother Jing's personality, could he let them know about something as serious as amnesia so easily?

As expected, Jiang Wenjing looked at them without saying a word. From his expression, it was unclear whether he was speechless or he had lost his memory and was pretending to be deep.

They began to have a headache and felt that the situation was a little tricky.

At this moment, a delicate and beautiful hand appeared in Jiang Wenjing's sight, and then...

He took off his oxygen mask.

Jiang Wenjing:?

The feeling of being unable to breathe immediately appeared, and at the same time, the subordinates widened their eyes, held their heads and screamed:

"Ahhh, sis! What are you doing, sis!"

"Take it back quickly, take it back!"

They were horrified, but the culprit was very calm.

"You guys are being too loud. I think he needs quiet more than oxygen right now."

Just as she said, after adapting for a moment, the feeling of suffocation disappeared. Jiang Wenjing calmed his breathing and shifted his gaze slightly to look at the person who spoke.

It was a young woman with a beautiful face, every detail of which was delicate. She had long eyelashes and a naturally pitiful and weak temperament when she looked at people. It was impossible to tell that she had just pulled out his oxygen machine.

"You're not surprised to see me."

The woman smiled at him and exposed him: "It seems that you really forgot it, completely forgot it."

Hey, how did you know that?

The subordinates watched carefully.

She said it directly, so there was no need to hide it.

Jiang Wenjing looked at her without speaking for a long time, his voice was very low and hoarse: "You, who are you..."

"Me? I thought your issues would be more important."

The woman tore off a piece of white paper, wrote his name on it and showed it to him: “Your name is Jiang Wenjing, you are the eldest of the Jiang family, and one of the only two owners of Junkenan Island.

You are very important to the Jiang family. Now that you have lost your memory, in order to help you remember everything as soon as possible, I will accompany you during this period until you recover your memory. "

Jiang Wenjing was not in a very good mood after recovering from a serious illness. He closed his eyes tiredly and said in a light voice: "So, who are you?"

"I'm……"

The doctor had advised that we should proceed step by step and not to irritate him.

Jiang Xinlian smiled lightly: "It was your roommate a long time ago."