After amnesia, she became a real daughter of a wealthy family

In the south, during the rainy season of November and December, the weather is getting colder and colder.

"The miracle doctor is on this mountain, right?"

The young man was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the mountain through the window of the hotel.

The strong man who looked like a bodyguard standing beside him smiled and affirmed the answer, "Yes, young master, as long as you find a miracle doctor, your leg will be cured."

The young man in the wheelchair lowered his head and slowly stroked his legs. Half of the long hair behind his head drooped slightly, covering his eyes.

The young man seemed to think of something, smiled softly, and tapped his thigh with his fingers.

"Let's go up the mountain now." He suggested.

The bodyguard stared at the cloudy sky outside, and frowned slightly, "Master, it's getting dark and raining soon, for your safety, or..."

"Go now, now." The young man insisted.

"Okay, I'll go get ready."

Men leave.

The young man took out a brass pocket watch with a photo from his pocket, stared at the woman in the photo, and was slightly lost in thought.

When the bodyguard turned back, he happened to see him staring at the photo in a daze, "Master, are you looking at the photo of Young Madam again?"

Although the woman in the photo had put on makeup, she still couldn't hide her sickness and haggardness, and her beauty had already withered, so she only left a photo for the young master as a memory.

It's embarrassing, but the hard-fated couple should be reunited soon.

The young master's health is not good, and he didn't live long.

"It's nothing, just pack up and leave." The young man urged.

When we went up the mountain, it was almost dark.

Layers of tree shadows almost covered the rest of the light, and there was a small lamp on the young man's wheelchair.

"Master, this place is in the wilderness, it's scary." The bodyguard observed the surrounding environment.

"What are you afraid of? Could it be that there will be ghosts in the mountains, who will bite me first and then you, eating us all?" The young man tapped his leg lightly.

He seemed to be joking, and was not affected by the terrifying atmosphere around him.

The cold metal product leaned against the young man's neck.

"Is it possible that you won't be eaten by ghosts, but someone will still kill you?" The bodyguard laughed softly.

He didn't know why someone would hire him to deal with such a weak, quiet and incompetent young master, but he used money to do things, the people who needed to be solved were weaker, and it was easier for him to make money.

Being pressed against his neck with a sharp object, the young man was not in a hurry, but just raised his finger in a direction.

"Watch out there."

The bodyguard sneered.

Death is imminent, and it's useless to play tricks.

The next second, there was only a sound in the nearby grass, and a black thing rolled out of the bushes and hit him directly on the forehead.

The thing moved twice, managed to get up, and it was only when the light came on that it could be seen that it was a person.

"Knock him out, can you do it?" The young man leaned against the back of the wheelchair.

The man didn't speak, and knocked the bodyguard unconscious without hesitation.

"Put on his clothes and follow me."

The people on earth did so.

He changed his clothes, lowered the brim of his hat a lot, pushed the wheelchair, and went down the mountain under the youth's instructions.

Back at the hotel, the man took off his hat and turned to the man in the wheelchair.

"Why are you helping me?"

The young man handed him a clean and wet towel, "It's a temporary idea, and your own situation is also very bad, isn't it?"

"Fang Xing, is that his name?"

Fang Xing took the towel and simply wiped his face, the stains mixed with blood stains stuck to the towel,

He paid a price when he ran out, and now he looks a bit embarrassed.There are two more scars on the right face, one goes straight through the eyeball, and there are many abrasions on the body.

He stared at the young man's face, still vigilant.

What he experienced recently made him understand that it is easy to entrust trust and lose his life easily.

He asked again, "Why did you help me?"

"It's as if...a dying person wanted to accumulate some virtue, so he kindly helped a poor little lamb passing by."

The young man took out a blue card ID from his pocket and threw it to him, "My ID card is real."

Lu Nanxi, male, from Linjiang City, 23 years old this year.

"Thank you."

"No, I will get paid." Lu Nanxi lowered her eyes, "Although not now."

It's raining.

The rain in the south is always like this, it doesn't stop, it falls all night.

The sound of heavy rain hitting the car window was very noisy, but from Fang Xing's point of view, it was very peaceful.

Lu Nanxi's residence is in an old ordinary house with pale walls and patterned floor tiles.

When you enter the main entrance, you will see a table with four photos on it, and a small incense burner in front of the photos.

The people in the four photos can be seen to be a pair of fathers, a little girl who looks like a junior high school student, and a young woman who looks sick and haggard.

"This is my family, my parents, my sister, and my wife."

"them……"

"Don't be curious about my privacy."

Fang Xing already knew the answer, so he didn't ask any more questions, and found a place to sit down and rest.

He just sat without closing his eyes.

He couldn't close his eyes anymore.

"Go to bed and have a rest. Sister Bai will come and perform surgery on you later." Lu Nanxi turned the wheelchair over.

He checked it in the car before, and Fang Xing's eyeball was injured and necrotic, and it needed to be removed as soon as possible.

The person on the chair shook his head and didn't speak.

Who knows what will happen to the sleeping world.

"I don't need anesthesia."

"I won't harm you, it's useful to keep you."

"I can trade with the Fang family?" Fang Xing raised his eyebrows, "If you want to do anything that is not good for my family, I will not let you go."

The young man in the wheelchair pursed his lips, shrugged his shoulders, and laughed like crazy.

"Don't let me go...hehehahaha...I don't need you to let me go, I won't live long anyway."

He pointed to the papers on the desk.

The documents on it were piled up randomly, apparently even the owner was not interested in sorting them out.

"There is my medical record report on it. If you are interested, you can take a look and see how long I can live."

He had a bad heart when he was a child, and although he underwent surgery later, his health was relieved a lot, but he was put under house arrest in a nursing home and received various drug injections, and his health has long since deteriorated.

With his current situation, the next time they meet, Fang Xing will probably come to collect his body.

"So, you want to talk to me about cooperation?" Fang Xing understood.

Since this person is near the end of his life, it is obvious that he wants to use the family behind him to help him do things after his death. Since he has something to ask of him, there is obviously room for negotiation.

Can be trusted for now.

"clever."

The two looked at each other, shook hands, and reached a temporary relationship of trust.

The torrential rain outside the window washed the ground.

//I would like to call this episode a play of two widowers
//This is why my cousin knows which mountain the hero is in in the feature film (yes, he is reborn). After all, every time my cousin plays with the hero and heroine, he is always prone to assassination and other bad things. What an unlucky physique.

//About my cousin's own story, if someone wants to read it before opening a pit, it is probably a black-hearted liar's chasing wife crematorium (impossible to open, and you didn't comment that you want to read it)