The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

When Song Zhi woke up, it was already the afternoon of the third day.

He slowly opened his eyes, his head was groggy, and there were bursts of severe pain in the back of his head from time to time.

All the strength in his body seemed to be lost, so he could only continue to lie down without energy, and only looked at the surrounding environment with those blank eyes.

White walls, white sheets...

There were only four people in the room.

An old man and a young man were sitting beside his bed. The young man was carefully pouring boiling water into the glass with a kettle. The sentence "beautiful".

Then he blew on the rim of the glass and prepared to drink tea with a smile on his face.

Song Zhi stared blankly at the tea leaves in his hand.

The brewing is Fenghuang Dancong. The moment the dry tea leaves come into contact with the scalding hot water, they bloom in the clear water, and the green tea leaves rise and fall, changing from dry tea to bright green and stretching huge leaves.

"For oolong tea, you can't use such hot water."

This was Song Zhi's first sentence when he woke up.

Before the old man took a sip of water, he stopped in an instant.

The busy people in the room were also stunned, and then they all gathered around to look at him.Two women stood by his side, held his hand, and called him "Xiao Zhi".

"Xiaozhi, what do you think?"

Song Zhi didn't speak, but slowly frowned.

"I'll call the doctor." After the younger woman finished speaking, she ran out of the ward.

"How do you feel now? Do you have a headache?" Mother Song took his hand with concern.

At this moment, Song Zhi's eyes seemed to be captured by something, he stared at Song's mother suspiciously and calmly, without any response, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Song's mother's expression is also not right.

"Do you... know who I am?" Seeing that Song Zhi didn't respond for a long time, she was very anxious.

Two seconds later, Song Zhicai replied in a distant tone: "...I don't know."

Song's mother's tears flowed down quickly, she didn't bother to wipe them, she turned her back to Song Zhi in the name of pouring water, and then quietly wiped away the tears.For the past three days, she has been accompanying her in the ward, fearful every day, for fear that the "concussion" will cause some life-long problems to her youngest son, and she can't control herself from thinking about the worst.

But in this situation, how can she feel at ease...Mother Song couldn't stop crying.

"Song Zhi, what about me? Call me." The woman who ran to call the doctor went to the front desk to inform the nurse, and then quickly returned to the ward.

The four of them stared at him together, eagerly expecting a reassuring answer. They stared until Song Zhi's scalp went numb, and the latter pursed his lips in embarrassment: "Sorry."

The air became tense for a moment.

Song's mother and sister-in-law's eyes were full of tears, and they were about to burst into tears.

"Don't you two, don't cry, first, he just woke up, you have to wait for the young man to take it easy." The old man hurriedly comforted, "He is still a young man, he is recovering quickly, maybe he will remember it later. "

Seeing the appearance of the two women, Fang Changyun also sighed. He turned to Fang Sheng and said, "Call Cheng Yan and call him here too."

The old man sat down by the bed again. He looked at Song Zhi's pale face and asked, "What about other places? Is there any discomfort?"

"It's okay." He spoke to everyone with a light tone.

"Come on, drink some water." Fang Changyun handed Song Zhi the water that Song's mother had just received.

Seeing that the old man still had to serve others at such a young age, the sister-in-law really felt very sorry, so she persuaded her: "Go back first, you have been sitting with us for three days, if he wakes up now, it should be nothing serious. "

But the old man waved his hand: "I'll wait until the attending physician finishes his consultation before leaving."

"Otherwise, my conscience will not go away."

Two 10 minutes later.

When Fang Chengyan hurried to the hospital after the meeting, another young man also came from across the corridor. He hurriedly entered the door of the ward in a panic.

"Song knows you...!"

Chen Baiyu opened the door and saw that several people were there, so he paid attention to lowering his tone: "Are you feeling better?"

"It's really good. You can't come back when you call me on the front foot, and the melon seeds on the back foot will be smashed." He strode over and looked over Song Zhi's head: "Show me, okay?" Not at all."

He brushed the hair on the back of Song Zhi's head with his hands, and saw the catgut on it, which was about the length of a little finger, and the wound had begun to scab: "Okay, okay, it's all grown."

But he didn't notice that Song Zhi had a slightly dissatisfied look, as if he was offended.

Chen Baiyu showed his white teeth and smiled indifferently.

But then, he turned his head to see Aunt Song who was streaming down her face, and her expression gradually changed. "This is... what, what's the matter?"

The sister-in-law wiped away her tears: "Wake up, I just woke up, but I just knocked my head, and I can't remember anything."

Song Zhi leaned against the head of the bed weakly, the back of his head began to ache again at this moment, and even the sound collected by the pinna would give him a headache.

Fang Chengyan stayed at the door until Chen Baiyu went to comfort Aunt Song who was covering her face with kind words, then he came in and stood by the window of the ward, keeping his usual silence.

The attending doctor came to the ward.

"number 437."

Mother Song quickly stood up from the chair, and the doctor asked, "When did you wake up?"

"Just now."

The doctor came to the bedside, pressed Song Zhi's leg with his hands, asked Song Zhi how he felt step by step, and then wrote something in the patient's medical record he was in charge of.

The sister-in-law did not forget to remind her: "Doctor, I think there may be a little problem with his memory..."

The doctor nodded in understanding.He put his hand on Song Zhi's shoulder, and pointed at a random person with the other hand: "Who is this?"

When Chen Baiyu was pointed at, he hurried forward, as if he was afraid that people would not see him clearly, he turned his face in front of them, his eyes were expectant and dignified.

Song Zhi thought to himself, why ask this again.He looked at Chen Baiyu's approaching face, thought about it carefully, then looked back at the doctor with a strange and dejected look, and replied, "I don't know him."

"what about this?"

The doctor pointed to Song Zhi's own mother.

Song Zhi could vaguely feel that he was related to this woman, but he couldn't tell, so he just shook his head silently.

Song's mother immediately became emotional again.

"It's okay, Zhi'er knocked and touched, there must be a reaction on his body, don't worry, he can't completely forget Auntie you if he forgets anyone." Chen Baiyu comforted.

The doctor here is still testing: "What about him?"

When Fang Sheng was spotted, he looked dazed, no one could spot him.

Fang Chengyan was standing next to Fang Sheng, at this moment, he suddenly made a move.

Under Fang Sheng's suspicious eyes, he walked to the patient's bed.

"Take a look, what about me?"

eye contact.

Song Zhi looked up at his face blankly, who is this?

The man is tall, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, with a cold light in his eyes, and he has the face of someone who has accomplished great things.

"I went to your shop to buy tea that day," he said.

Song Zhi frowned even tighter, did he just buy tea?

If it's just a chance to buy tea, why ask him if he knows him?Should he still be able to call out the customer's name?

There was no fluctuation in Song Zhi's eyes. After a long time, everyone thought he was silently expressing a negative answer.

He suddenly raised his eyes and asked back, "Driver?"

The voice was so low that only Fang Chengyan could hear it. ?

What driver?

After getting this answer, President Fang also pursed his lips tightly.

It seems that he has indeed lost his memory...

……

outside the ward.

"Slight hemorrhage caused amnesia by compressing some nerves. This is unexpected, but it is also reasonable." The doctor put the pen back into his pocket and put away the CT scan of the patient's brain. "There is no injury to the limbs, which is already a blessing in misfortune."

"His hemorrhage was caused by impact, and there is no tendency to increase. It is recommended to adopt conservative treatment without puncture and drainage."

"I will prescribe some prescription medicine later, let him ensure sleep and rest, and then observe for half a day. If there is nothing wrong, he can be discharged from the hospital."

"What about amnesia?" Mother Song asked, "Can this recover by itself?"

"Spontaneous memory recovery...is relatively rare, but you don't have to think it's a big problem."

Song's mother was anxious: "That is also a shortcoming, how can people not remember the past?"

"He is already lucky."

Hearing what the doctor said, Song's mother realized that she was too excited. She calmed down and smiled: "You are right, I am too greedy."

"I want him to be healthy, and I want him to have everything, how is that possible?" She smiled wryly.

The old man came out of the ward, and the doctor hurriedly called out: "Uncle Fang."

"How to say?"

"The situation is all right, but we need another chest and abdomen examination. There should be no major problems." The doctor glanced at Song's mother, and Fang Changyun said: "Everything is normal, you can take care of the emotions of the family."

Regarding the family members of the savior, Fang Changyun felt a burst of embarrassment on his face, and he said: "I'm really sorry, the child came here to drag me, otherwise, I wouldn't have encountered this incident."

"But don't worry, if there is something wrong with his body, even if it hurts a little bit, our Fang family will be responsible to the end."

"Uncle Fang always keeps his word." The doctor also comforted the patient's family, "Then I'll be leaving first, and you can call me anytime you need anything."

"Okay, thank you doctor, sorry for your trouble." Mother Song watched the doctor leave.

"It's okay, it should be. If you lose your memory, you can get it back. Maybe you can forget all the troubles before."

The last sentence reminded Mother Song of something.

She wiped away her tears and stopped crying.

The author has something to say:

Just remember a driver.

The driver himself does not remember.