Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

Chapter 291

Fortunately, apart from the painful groans that came from every ward from time to time, the night was quite peaceful.Two days later, Ward No. [-] became lively.

6 Surrounded by a few men and women in their 30s, on the blue table on the right is a bouquet of lilies and roses. There is a large card in the middle of the bouquet, and the colorful handwriting is full of blessings.

There is also a beautiful fruit basket on the ground.

"I'm afraid you might think it's noisy, we discussed it and there are not so many people here." One of the men in a dark blue T-shirt said with a smile.

Shang Yaocheng is still in good condition today, and his blood pressure has returned to normal.Liang Rusi rocked the bed, stuffed another pillow around his waist, and let him sit up.

He sighed: "Everyone is busy, I am very happy that you can come, my body..."

"Shang Yaocheng——" The woman in a beige chiffon skirt next to him interrupted him lightly, raising her voice, "What are you talking about, show your previous aura."

Someone laughed and echoed: "That's right, medicine is so advanced now, isn't it just a disease, and it will definitely get better."

"Everyone misses you, and thinks we'll get together sometime after you recover from illness."

"If there's anything we can do to help, just ask."

"..."

The old classmates talked, but dispelled the haze that had been permeating the ward for several days, and even the fifth bed sat up with great interest.

After Jiang Sheng recorded Shang Yaocheng's body data as usual, he left the ward and waited for all the visitors to leave before going in again with the report card.

The EEG examination has come out, and it is cerebral edema that causes mental and neurological symptoms.

When she entered the ward, Liang Rusi was putting the fruit basket under the table, and sighed: "I have a heart too."

Seeing Jiang Sheng, Liang Rusi got up: "Doctor..."

Jiang Sheng said: "It's okay, you sit down."

She checked the instrument, and then whispered to the nurse next to her.

Seeing this, Liang Rusi took out the greeting card of the bouquet of flowers and was about to hand it to Shang Yaocheng.But when I turned it over, I found that the back of the text turned out to be a photo.

In the photo, there are thirty or forty teenagers and girls in T-shirts or school uniforms, all with youthful and sunny smiles on their faces.

Shang Yaocheng saw it, and felt a little emotional: "More than ten years have passed in a flash."

"Here's another one." There was a white corner between the group photo and the card, Liang Siru pulled it out, it was a single photo.

Liang Siru smiled: "Is that you?"

The teenager in the photo is wearing the simplest T-shirt. Although he has a loose demeanor, his back is straight, cold and gentle, and the corners of his lips are slightly raised naturally. He is completely different from the patient lying on the bed.

Shang Yaocheng was also happy: "This should be..."

The words that were supposed to come out smoothly came to an abrupt end.

Looking at the photo in front of him, the answer appeared in his mind, and Shang Yaocheng racked his brains but couldn't think of it.

Liang Rusi hurriedly changed the subject: "Do you want to eat apples, I'll cut them for you."

She put down the photo, squatted down and took three apples from the fruit basket and walked towards the bathroom.

The photo just lay flat on the table quietly.

Jiang Sheng next to him glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and frowned, feeling vaguely familiar.

Liang Rusi washed the apples and cut them into delicate pieces with a knife, put them in disposable plates, and distributed them to 5 beds, and then asked Jiang Sheng and the nurse beside him: "How many doctors should try it? It should look sweet." of."

After getting a negative answer, Liang Rusi didn't force it and put it aside.

Shang Yaocheng took the fork with sliced ​​apples from his wife, and suddenly patted his head.

"Oh, yes." He finally remembered, "It should be...in the first year of high school...or the second year of high school, the head teacher organized us to volunteer in the orphanage..."

Jiang Sheng, who was communicating with the nurse next to him, paused, unconsciously paying attention to his words.

Orphanage?
"It's strange... When was this photo taken, I don't have any memory at all."

Shang Yaocheng was distressed, feeling dizzy and a little nauseous.

Liang Rusi only thought that it was because of his illness that his memory was poor.She was blocked in her heart, and forced a smile again: "You said it was in high school, so many years have passed, it's normal if you can't remember it."

"Besides, maybe the students secretly took pictures."

But the boy in the photo raised his eyes slightly, and his lazy eyes were clearly looking at the camera.

Even if it was taken secretly, the subject of the photo must have known about it.

Jiang Sheng stared at the photo at the front and bottom for a second, took the pen from the person next to him, and led the nurse out of the ward.

Not long after, Liang Rusi also chased him out, and after confirming that the people in the ward who were talking here could not hear him, he asked, "Doctor, my husband has been complaining of dizziness and headaches for the past two days, what's wrong?"

Shu Xin, who came over, said: "The cerebral edema is caused by the compression of the nerves. Come to my office and I will tell you. There just happened to be something else."

Shu Xin looked at Jiang Sheng: "The teacher is waiting for you at the research institute."

"Huh? Oh good." Jiang Sheng looked at the data on the splint.

Shu Xin took the file: "I'll put this back for you."

"Thank you, sister."

Shu Xin took Liang Rusi to the office, Jiang Sheng took the elevator out of the hospital in the opposite direction, and took a taxi on the road to the research institute.

While sitting in the taxi, Jiang Sheng was still thinking about that photo.

She inexplicably felt that this matter was very important.

She is also very sure that she has seen the person in the photo... that is, she has seen... Shang Yaocheng?
However, it is probably due to the ravages of time and disease, Jiang Sheng can't connect the six-bed patient with the teenager in the photo.

The air conditioner was not turned on in the car, and the summer air was full of heat. She was a little irritable and pressed the window.

She turned on the phone, swipe the screen to unlock it, and unconsciously flipped up and down the page without news.

33 years old... high school... sixteen or seventeen years ago...

Something flashed through my mind many times, but I couldn't catch it. My mind seemed to be tightly covered with a layer of transparent paper.

It can't be covered and can't be peeled off.

(End of this chapter)