Hospital No. 444

The guilt in An Xiunian's heart for taking the other person's body was quickly eliminated. She only had to worry about one question, what was the connection between her soul-possessed condition and that weird old woman.

This is Yan Xin's only concern now.

The appearance of that old lady, no matter how you look at it...

"Miss?"

There was a knock on the door.

"Ah Jiang, it's me."

"Mr. Yan wants to ask you something. Do you want to change it tonight?"

"Replace? Replace..."

An Xiunian originally wanted to ask what to change, but soon she realized that this might lead to gangsterism.

In online articles, the most common trouble that the protagonist of Soul Travel is likely to encounter is that he does not have the memory of the original owner. In order to solve this problem, many authors generally use two methods. The first is to directly say that they have lost their memory, and the second is to read the original owner's memory through soul travel.

Originally, An Xiunian could have just assumed that he had lost his memory after being in a car accident. But unfortunately, she had already had a CT scan of her brain, and the doctor confirmed that there was nothing wrong. She also doesn't know the neurosurgery knowledge about amnesia, so directly inferring amnesia might arouse suspicion.

Yan Xin's mobile phone was also seriously damaged in the car accident. And she cannot know the passwords of all Yan Xin’s social accounts. As a result, there is no way to know all Yan Xin’s past experiences.

Therefore, all An Xiunian can do is to be cautious.

"Miss? Do you want to change it tonight? Mr. Yan will wait for your reply."

An Xiunian was thinking quickly.

Can't we add an object to this? No idea, who knows what to replace?

The wounds have all healed and there is no need to change the dressing. What is to be replaced? clothing? shoe? Bag? Contact lenses?

But unfortunately, An Xiunian didn't have much time to think.

"I won't change it tonight."

So, she gave this answer.

"Okay, I'll just reply to Mr. Yan."

An Xiunian sat on the chair and began to think about his future.

Now she has become Yan Xin.

The daughter of the famous leading home appliance company, Blue Core Group, her "father" Yan Shixiong is the legal person of the company, and her mother Lin Rui is a full-time housewife.

Her new parents' attitude towards her was completely different from her real parents. They were very concerned about their injuries, and their words conveyed the warmth of family that An Xiunian had never experienced before.

Her father Yan Shixiong told her: "We were really frightened when we received the news."

Mother Lin Rui said: "If something happens to you, how will we survive?"

"From now on, don't take the bus again."

"Yes, we will send someone to pick you up."

This is a five-story ultra-luxury villa, and this is just one of the properties owned by his father Yan Shixiong.

In the past, Yan Xin, who was a classmate of the same school as him, actually lived in a place like this.

“Now, you need to be careful about what you say and do, yes, be careful about what you say and do.”

She wants to gradually integrate into this family and become Yan Xin little by little.

It’s not just appearance, temperament, manners, manners, and consumption concepts, it’s all about getting closer to the other person.

Now, she no longer needs to worry about scholarships and tuition fees, nor does she need to work hard to save for studying abroad. There is no need to cook, no need to bite the bullet and save money to wear old clothes, and there is no problem in changing a bag every day when going out.

Yes!

Now, she has left that disgusting family of origin forever.

She has no nostalgia for her real parents and her useless brother. An Xiunian is completely dead now!

An Xiunian walked into a special room filled with clothes, shoes and bags, looking at the dazzling array of luxury brands. Until now, she has not remembered all the brands here.

"Just one bag like this costs millions..."

An Xiunian can only say that poverty limits his imagination.

This can simply be described as outrageous. A bag with a luxury brand can increase its value to such an exaggerated level. The most expensive luxury bag is enough to be worth a house in a first-tier city!

"No wonder there are so many people online who hate the rich. I would hate them too."

After all, it was still difficult to adapt to this identity. Holding such an expensive bag, An Xiunian was afraid of dropping it to the ground, so he quickly and carefully put it away.

"These many bags are enough for me to carry. I won't have to buy any more in the future... But, won't this look like Yan Xin?"

After staying here for a full hour, An Xiunian walked out.

"Yan Xin, I owe you this."

She now feels a little bit like how she felt when she watched TV when she was little, when Little Swallow was given the title of Return of the Princess.

But, she doesn't regret it!

Because she was too excited, she had been in a state of high insomnia for the past two days.

Therefore, even if I lie down in bed, I can't sleep at all.

In other words, she was afraid that as soon as she fell asleep, she would leave this body and become a lonely ghost.

And he himself has become a corpse parked in a funeral parlor.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she still couldn't sleep.

So, she opened her eyes and sat up from the bed.

"Um?"

At that time, she hadn't reacted yet, and then she realized that here...

It's the Yan family's villa.

"Yes, I don't need it anymore..."

An Xiunian suddenly felt a little cold.

She still felt a little uncomfortable.

How did the soul-transporting protagonists in the online novels completely accept their new identities so quickly? This psychological quality is really amazing.

Thinking of this, she put on some clothes and walked out of the room.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly heard the sound of movement in front of her.

So, she moved over slowly.

Then, she heard a voice.

"She did say...not to change it tonight, right?"

"Yes. So I feel, it's very strange. If I don't change it..."

"Maybe she has her own considerations."

"I really don't know what she is thinking about."

This made An Xiunian somewhat puzzled.

Replace...what exactly do you want to replace?

Listening to the voices, one is Ajiang, and another person...

It should be her current mother, Lin Rui!

But what should be replaced?

"Forget it, I can barely hold on for a while now." Lin Rui's voice came: "But why hasn't she said anything since she was discharged from the hospital?"

Say nothing?

An Xiunian's heart tightened, what to say?

"There's nothing we can do about it." Ajiang continued: "If the lady doesn't tell us, we can't ask."

"Well." Lin Rui continued: "Yes. We can't ask her proactively. Unless she is willing to tell."

"She didn't say anything, so it probably didn't go well."

"Okay, you go and rest first. I have to go back to sleep too."

"Good night, ma'am."

An Xiunian immediately returned to his room.

Obviously, not having Yan Xin's memory caused her a very big problem.

In fact, she has been having a very puzzling question.

That is……

Why on earth did Yan Xin want to take the bus?

With her status, the parking garage of the villa is full of luxury cars, so why take the bus?

Where was she originally going?

The Yan family couple did not say where they were going by bus.

However, An Xiunian naturally couldn't get the answer to this question. So when the police asked her this question, she could only make up a nonsense answer. But it seems that there is no help.

"We have to find a way to understand Yan Xin's past."

An Xiunian had to know this information, so she thought of someone.

Yan Xin’s fiancé, Guan Ning.

He was the one who visited her when he was in the hospital.

A proper tall, rich and handsome man. With his looks and figure, he looks like a male protagonist straight out of a female-channeled novel.

Perhaps, through him, we can learn about Yan Xin's past experiences.

certainly……

This also means that this man will become her husband in the future.

However, An Xiunian had no objection to this. You know, it would have been impossible for my past self to be with such a rich, handsome man.

Let’s ask him tomorrow.

Happy National Day