The soul travels through the eighteenth line, the female agent is killing crazy in the entertainment

Cheng Baisheng unscrewed the cap of a mineral water bottle and handed it to his father who was sitting in the chair. He was a little anxious: "Dad, why do you think my eldest sister has a love brain?"

Father Cheng took the water bottle and sighed quietly, "I'm not against falling in love. The key is that this girl has such a bad taste in finding men. That Bai Muchuan looks like a white-cut chicken. What's so good about it?"

Cheng Baisheng watched his father pour half of the bottle of water in anger, and said with relief: "Maybe he hasn't enlightened yet. Maybe he will grow up after a few setbacks."

"I hope so." Father Cheng sighed, put down the water bottle and pinched his eyebrows, "You just went to the doctor. Did the doctor say how long she will be in coma?"

"The doctor said it depends on the patient's physical condition, so he can't say for sure."

After Cheng Baisheng finished speaking, he stood up from the stool and walked to the bed. As he walked, he said, "She suffered such a big loss this time. I hope she can grow more..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Cheng Ling sitting up on the hospital bed and raising his hand.

Something neither big nor small flew over.

Cheng Baisheng subconsciously dodged, and the thing hit Cheng's father directly.

He quickly turned to look at his father - it turned out to be a pillow - Cheng Baisheng was just half relieved when he heard a "swipe" from behind.

Cheng Ling was like a spring that released his hand after pressing it firmly, surrounding Cheng Baisheng's back.

Without waiting for Cheng Bai Sheng to react, Cheng Ling grabbed his hair with one hand and pulled it to the right. The severe pain in his scalp forced him to turn his head to the right. Then, the left side of his neck protruded from the carotid artery obviously due to his posture at this moment. , there was a little cold sting.

That was the bottle needle originally inserted into the back of Cheng Ling's hand.

Cheng Ling's voice, hoarse from drowning, came to his ears: "Don't move if you don't want to die."

Father Cheng was stunned by a pillow.

When he came to his senses, he saw his daughter, like a desperado, grabbing the top of his son's head and pressing a huge needle against his neck.

His naive daughter covered most of her body behind Cheng Baisheng, with only one eye exposed, looking at Father Cheng warily.

Her eyes were as fierce and fearless as that of a wounded cheetah about to fight its enemy to the death.

How could that good-for-nothing daughter who was so pampered that she only knew how to eat, drink and have fun look like this?

Cheng Ling used this half minute to have a panoramic view of the entire ward.

She tried hard to suppress the dizziness caused by the movements she had just made, and to stop herself from breathing heavily and her hands from shaking.

When did I become such a weakling?

She subconsciously glanced at her arm.

Thin, white, tender, and as smooth as a peeled egg. At a glance, you can tell that it is a state that can only be achieved by pampering for a long time.

Where are your arms full of strong muscles?

If it weren't for her strong willpower and forcing herself to use all her remaining physical strength, she might not even be able to hold the head of the young man in front of her!

Father Cheng bent down to pick up the pillow on the ground.

Cheng Ling ordered: "Don't move!"

Cheng's father immediately took back his hand that had touched the pillow, and raised his hands in cooperation, "Don't move."

Cheng Ling spoke in a hoarse voice: "Why am I here?"

Cheng Baisheng's position was very painful, but he did not dare to move.

"Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you?" Father Cheng asked.

Xiao Ling - this name is like a bullet hitting Cheng Ling again.

She shook her body uncontrollably and subconsciously looked down at her chest.

No bandages, no splints...no pain whatsoever.

The bullet penetrated her heart from behind, then flew out from the chest, spiraling and taking away most of her heart. It was definitely not fake.

But now...

Cheng Ling knew that there must be something wrong somewhere.

But her mind was in chaos, and she had no way to analyze the strange situation in front of her. And the information she had was too little to deduce the identity of the middle-aged man sitting on the stool, and the relationship between the young man in her arms and herself.

Cheng Baisheng felt his sister shaking behind him, and he spoke with difficulty: "If you don't let go, my brother's hairstyle will become Mediterranean..."

elder brother?

Cheng Ling was stunned.

Just listen to Cheng Baisheng continue to say: "Dad, don't watch the fun, come and help me, my sister just woke up from drowning, such big movements can easily cause a second syncope."

dad?

Cheng Ling was stunned again.

The door to the ward was pushed open, and a doctor in a white coat walked in followed by three nurses. They were all stunned when they saw Cheng Ling holding onto his brother.

An older nurse frowned and walked over quickly.

She pulled Cheng Ling's hand holding the needle away, pulled Cheng Ling back to the hospital bed with the other hand, covered him with a quilt, and criticized harshly: "I have never seen patients and family members like you! The patient has just escaped from danger, you guys There’s still time to play!”

Cheng Ling lay down in confusion.

I heard Cheng's father asking the doctor: "Hey, doctor, what's going on with my daughter? When she woke up, she threw a pillow at me and asked me who I was? Did she have a concussion and amnesia? Or is she having a flashback?"

Cheng Baisheng rubbed the back of his neck and shouted: "Dad, what a flashback! Do you think you can talk like that? Bah bah!"

Father Cheng gave a "tsk" sound and pouted twice towards the corner.

Cheng Ling's mind was in confusion.

The adoptive father’s dark humor?

That's not possible. My adoptive father doesn't have any humor-related cells.

Did the bullet miss the target?

She knew every structure of her body very well, and the bullet must have penetrated her heart - fatal injury, no way to save her.

Brain transplant? Was the consciousness transfer chip technology completed ahead of time?

What is the situation now?

Cheng Ling was thinking randomly, and the doctor asked Cheng's father about the situation and walked towards the bed.

Cheng Ling sat back and accidentally glanced at the window of the ward - it was pitch black outside the window, and the white light in the room was very bright, reflecting her appearance like a mirror:

Pale face, watery eyes, looking quite delicate and fragile.

——Who the hell is this!

Cheng Ling's eyes widened in astonishment.

The doctor examined her head, looked at her pupils, and did a rough examination, but found nothing unusual.

The doctor frowned and turned back to Cheng's father, saying, "The patient is out of danger, and there is no damage on the surface of the patient's head, but the specific situation requires us to make an appointment to arrange relevant examinations before we can get the results... It may also be that the patient has been strongly stimulated and is currently unconscious. I hope the family can cooperate and treat the patient as gently and patiently as possible during this period."

"Okay, thank you, doctor." Cheng's father said.

"Press the call bell if you have anything to do. The drip needs to continue. When it is almost finished, call the nurse to change the water."

"Okay, okay," Cheng Bosheng said, "Thank you for your help."

The doctor checked Cheng's mother lying on another bed, gave a few simple instructions, and then left with the nurse.

As soon as the door was closed, Cheng's father and elder brother Cheng walked to Cheng Ling's bedside and looked at her.

Cheng Ling's eyes were slightly scattered, and she looked frightened.

Cheng's father and elder brother Cheng looked at each other, and elder brother Cheng spoke carefully: "Do you still remember your name?"

Cheng Ling's eyes were focused, and her expression looking at Cheng Bosheng was very unfriendly, and she looked alert.

"My daughter, you, are you not amnesiac like those melodramas?" Cheng's father said.

Cheng Ling thought: It's even more melodramatic than a melodrama. It's a fucking soul-traveling.

She said nothing with a wooden face.

Cheng Bosheng was a little anxious, and he twisted his sister's shoulders and said very seriously: "Cheng Ling, you should be serious. If you dare to come up with some low-level amnesia tricks at this time and want to escape our accusations against you for this drowning incident, I advise you to stop immediately. Otherwise, I will be really angry."

Cheng Ling shifted her gaze from Cheng's father's face to Cheng Bosheng's face.

This man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looks handsome, but he doesn't look like he has any scheming, and his anxious expression doesn't seem fake.

She extracted useful information from the previous paragraph:

1. Cheng Ling, the pronunciation is the same as her own name, but she doesn't know if it is the same character;

2. The drowning incident, the reason why the body she possessed appeared in the hospital should be due to drowning;

3. Accusations, it can be seen that the person who claims to be her brother and father should care and love her very much, and the original owner should have done something bad that caused the drowning;

Cheng Ling cleared her hoarse throat and said: "I... I really lost my memory. I only remember that my name is Cheng Ling, and I don't remember your identities. I don't remember anything else or anyone."