personal doctor

A black BMW 6-series sports car was running towards the Macheng District Health Bureau. Cheng Zhifeng listened to the thunderous rock music in the car, and his heart was surging.

He is going to the Health Bureau to pick up his fiancée Wang Mengxin.

Cheng Zhifeng is a graduate student of Chinese medicine, this time he just graduated and returned to Qingmei City, his uncle urged him to get married.

Because four years ago, Cheng Zhifeng's parents passed away due to a sudden illness. At that time, his parents left a last wish that if Cheng Zhifeng did not start a family half a year after graduation, he would not be able to inherit the Cheng family's inheritance, and all the assets of the Cheng family would be donated to charity.

Cheng Zhifeng is going to pick up Wang Mengxin from get off work and go back to Qingmei City for dinner. Tonight, everyone is sitting together to discuss the wedding and banquet next month.

After getting married, Cheng Zhifeng will go to work in the Affiliated Hospital of Ninghai Province as chief physician.

His mentor Li Guangke is the dean of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Ninghai Medical University. He is a well-known Chinese medicine doctor in the country and enjoys special national allowances.

Because Cheng Zhifeng has extraordinary ability in Chinese medicine, he was hired as a teaching aid by the medical school before he graduated.

Cheng Zhifeng didn't have much contact with Wang Mengxin, the deputy director of the Macheng District Health Bureau. The two families were family friends. They got engaged five years ago, and they had no relationship and rarely stayed together.

Anyway, that's the thing, the marriage of rich, handsome, white, rich and beautiful people from big families like them cannot be decided by themselves.

Now Cheng Zhifeng's uncle Cheng Hai is taking care of everything in the Cheng family, and Cheng Zhifeng has always listened to Cheng Hai.

When the sports car turned a corner and was about to enter Xinhua Street, Cheng Zhifeng lightly stepped on the foot brake to slow down the car and turn to the street on the right. He had already entered Macheng District, and he only needed to drive for another ten minutes to reach the District Health Bureau.

He has driven a car for many years, and his driving skills are very good, but after he stepped on it lightly, the sports car did not slow down but kept rushing forward.

Is it not stepped on enough?Cheng Zhifeng stepped on the foot brake vigorously while thinking, but the sports car was still rushing forward, and the speed seemed to be getting faster and faster.

"Not good!" Cheng Zhifeng hurriedly turned the steering wheel, and the sports car rushed into the street on the right.

"Crack..." The speed of the sports car was too fast, and after rushing into the street, it lost its aim and overturned and continued to shovel forward.

"Boom!" A young man hurried out of the store with a bag of things. The sports car crashed into the building next to the store and made a loud noise. Then the sports car caught fire and exploded. The young man who had just walked out was blown away by the air wave.

"Ah." Cheng Zhifeng yelled and jumped up from the ground, he felt dizzy, he looked at his hands and feet and they were all right?When the sports car crashed into the street barrier in front of him, his head had hit the glass of the car and was bleeding. How could he not feel at all, how could he not bleed?

"Why am I fine?" Cheng Zhifeng shouted loudly.

"Tch, of course you are fine. You didn't crash the car, you were just blown to the ground by the airflow." An aunt in her 50s next to her gave Cheng Zhifeng a blank look.

"I didn't crash the car?" Cheng Zhifeng looked up and saw that the BMW 6 Series next to the shopping mall was on fire, and there were explosions from time to time. It was his sports car, but why was he outside?

A burly man ran out of the store, and he cursed at Cheng Zhifeng: "Boy, don't you pay for your purchases? Do you believe that I'll kill you?" After speaking, the burly man grabbed Cheng Zhifeng by the collar and wanted to beat him.

"When will I buy your things?" Cheng Zhifeng replied.

"You still dare to talk nonsense, can you see if the thing in your hand belongs to our store?" The strong man pointed at the thing in Cheng Zhifeng's hand.

Hearing what the strong man said, Cheng Zhifeng realized that he was carrying a bag of things in his hand, and the clothes and pants on him were not what he was wearing today, it was obvious that the high street goods on the street were not his Versace.

"Ah..." Cheng Zhifeng saw from the window of the store that he was not himself, but the young man who had just walked out.That high nose, thin face, thick hair, a little more handsome than him.

"Ghost..." Cheng Zhifeng shouted while pointing at the window, and he found that the young man in the window was also pointing at him.

"Your sister, do you think I'll let you go if you call me a ghost?" The strong man punched Cheng Zhifeng in the stomach angrily.

"Boom!" Cheng Zhifeng fell to the ground, and the strong man continued to kick and beat him.

Cheng Zhifeng put his head in his hands, his head was dizzy, and he began to receive other memories in his brain.

The young man's name was Mo Zhitao. Just now the shopkeeper went in to get some things, and Mo Zhitao ran out of the shop with a few bags of things. He didn't expect to run into him with his car.And everything Cheng Zhifeng knew was the memory in his mind.

"Stop hitting, I'll give you money." Cheng Zhifeng shouted.

"Your sister, you said earlier that I wouldn't beat you." The strong man stopped. He watched Cheng Zhifeng get up from the ground, then took out his wallet and counted the money to him.

Cheng Zhifeng took the things to the window of the store and kept looking at them. There was no mistake, he looked like Mo Zhitao now.

He, he died in a car crash, and his soul escaped and ran onto Mo Zhitao.

"Ah!" Cheng Zhifeng hugged his head and screamed, and then slowly fell to the ground with him.

When Cheng Zhifeng came to his senses again, the scene of the car accident had been cleaned up. He asked the shopkeeper inside to find out that he had been burned, and the police had brought his body and vehicle back to the police station.

how so?I want to go home.Cheng Zhifeng wanted to go back to Cheng's house impulsively, he wanted to tell his uncle Cheng Hai that he was still alive.

No, my sports car has a high safety factor, how could there be a problem with the foot brake?And the airbag didn't deploy to protect the owner when the car crashed?How could it catch fire and explode immediately after the crash? Could someone have tampered with my sports car?

Cheng Zhifeng drove this sports car yesterday and nothing happened, so why would something happen while driving today?Conspiracy, someone wants to kill me?Cheng Zhifeng clenched his fists tightly, he felt chills all over his body, someone wanted to kill him, who was it?Who is trying to kill him?Why kill him?Thinking of this, Cheng Zhifeng calmed down and rushed to the Macheng District Public Security Bureau.

When he arrived at the Public Security Bureau, Cheng Zhifeng saw Cheng Hai's Mercedes-Benz parked inside, while two bodyguards of the Cheng family stood outside.

These two people used to nod and bow when they saw him, but now they are like passers-by.

After a while, a first-level police superintendent walked out with Cheng Hai, nodding and bowing.

The Cheng family's Cheng Group has a big business, and the city leaders attach great importance to their business, let alone the leaders of a district public security bureau.

Just as Cheng Zhifeng was about to step forward, the two bodyguards rushed up and pushed him away, "Go away, don't block our boss's way."

The bodyguard arrogantly pushed Cheng Zhifeng to the ground, Cheng Hai glanced at Cheng Zhifeng and walked towards his Mercedes.

Cheng Zhifeng still wanted to call Cheng Hai, but his head hurt again, so he squatted on the ground with his head in his arms.

The memories of the two rolled and entangled in his mind, and his head seemed to be stabbed by thousands of needles at the same time.

After half an hour, Cheng Zhifeng recovered.

I am Mo Zhitao now, even Cheng Hai can't recognize me, and the others can't even recognize me.Me, what should I do?Who is going to kill me?If I go back to the Cheng family and say that I am Cheng Zhifeng, no one will believe me, and I will only be called crazy and killed.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhifeng felt a burst of fear, as if the murderer was staring at him, ready to kill him at any time.

What am I afraid of?My soul is in Mo Zhitao's body, and no one knows that I am Cheng Zhifeng. Thinking of this, Cheng Zhifeng feels relieved.

Suddenly, Cheng Zhifeng felt his head hurt again, and he fainted on the ground after a while.

Three days passed, and Cheng Zhifeng read a lot of news reports that he had been cremated, and the cause of death was a car accident caused by driving too fast.

Cheng Hai, as the second heir of the Cheng family, inherited his parents' inheritance.In the lace entertainment report, a certain rich second generation pursued Miss Wang's family, and it is said that they have already started talking about marriage.

What made Mo Zhitao even more angry was that his classmate Xiao Rufeng claimed on the medical website that he had studied acupuncture for many years, and finally developed a set of traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture results "flowing acupuncture point method", which has great effects in curing diseases .

The method of needling acupuncture points is a medical achievement that Cheng Zhifeng worked out for several years while studying Chinese medicine as a graduate student. It is very effective in treating patients. He was going to publish it in "Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine", but he did not expect that after his accident, the results would also be the same. It was plagiarized by Xiao Rufeng.

At that time, Cheng Zhifeng did not tell his mentor Li Guangke because he considered that it had not been announced yet, but only told Xiao Rufeng.

Now Cheng Zhifeng, that is, Mo Zhitao, has calmed down a lot. Cheng Hai inherited his inheritance. If he returns to the Cheng family, even if the murderer is not Cheng Hai, will Cheng Hai still recognize him?Will it hurt him?Even his own uncle, in the face of billions of dollars of inheritance, relatives will become enemies. This kind of scene has been seen on TV a lot.

That seemingly innocent Wang Mengxin, how could she throw herself into someone else's arms immediately after his death?Is there something inside?Was it her lover?Or did she play some other role in her own murder?Mo Zhitao threw the newspaper on the ground, he stood up and looked at the sycamore tree outside the window.

Mo Zhitao, 22 years old this year, graduated from a technical secondary school in Qingmei City Health School. He has been working as a doctor's assistant in Macheng District People's Hospital for three years.Mo Zhitao's character and behavior in the hospital were bad, he was uneducated and incompetent, and the hospital leaders were about to expel him.

Alas, how could my tall, rich and handsome soul run to such a dick?Mo Zhitao sighed secretly, other than being handsome, he was useless at all.

Unlearned and incompetent, sneaky, this is how everyone evaluates him.

No, I must investigate who is trying to harm me, I must take revenge, I want to get my property back, Mo Zhitao clenched his fists tightly.However, his current strength is too weak, and someone will kill him if he speaks. He must think long-term and cannot act rashly.

"Ah!" Mo Zhitao screamed, and he held his head again to suck in the cold air.Since the memories of two people occupy one head, his head always hurts, irregularly, sometimes once a day, sometimes several times, this kind of overlap of memories, even Mo Zhitao can't solve it with acupuncture. .

"Ring, ring, ring..." Mo Zhitao's cell phone rang quickly.