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Opening his eyes, Wen Ming found himself lying on a hospital bed, and beside the bed, a blond nurse gave him a blank expression, and then touched his forehead.

"I'm sorry, what's going on?"

Wen Ming was a little dazed. As a Chinese who grew up under the red flag, although Wen Ming had been living in those big cities in China before, he never had the opportunity to have close contact with foreigners, especially foreign beauties.

Because not only does he not understand English, he is also poor!

But now, there was a beautiful blonde nurse who was touching his forehead with a somewhat cool hand.

Wen Ming closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed his confusion, as well as some kind of impulse that might arise from some kind of contact.

"The day before yesterday was the weekend, and I didn't have to go to work, but in order to earn more money, I went to help a real estate company distribute leaflets at the subway entrance."

Wen Ming, who closed his eyes, recalled.

"But these days the national high temperature warning, I can't stand the heat, so I want to go to the subway station to cool off, it's best to wash my face in the bathroom."

"But... I seem... fainted before I walked into the subway entrance?"

Opening his eyes suddenly, Wen Ming saw the blond nurse taking his hand away from his forehead with a blank expression, and then left the ward with a twist of his buttocks.

"But why are the nurses in this hospital foreigners? I haven't heard of any hospital around here that employs foreign girls of this level?"

"Nurses use foreign girls of this level, so the medical expenses are still paid?"

"I'm stupid, who the hell will save (keng) me?"

Wen Ming felt a twitch in his heart when he thought of the 21 bank cards he now owns and the four-figure savings in total.

He climbed up from the hospital bed in a panic, but Wen Ming felt his hands and feet go weak.

"Heatstroke?"

After finally standing firmly on the ground, Wen Ming felt something was wrong, and he looked at the right hand he was supporting on the hospital bed.

White and tender, with slender fingers, it looks like the hands of a pianist!

Wen Ming raised his hands, put both palms in front of him, closed his eyes, then opened them again, moved his fingers, then closed his eyes again, and opened them again...

I don't know how long it took, when Wen Ming's heart rate exceeded 150, he stood in front of the window of the ward with an expression as if he was drunk.

There are high-rise buildings outside the window. Judging from Wen Ming's experience as an intermediary, this place is definitely not in the big city in China that he was in before.

And the glass on the window, the faintly reflected young man who had just grown up, made Wen Ming's heartbeat exceed 180 in an instant.

As a reader who has been at the starting point all year round, Wen Ming can accept what he sees now. However, he couldn't believe it all.

"If this is a dream, don't wake me up!"

Wen Ming carefully looked at the self standing opposite him, with black hair and fair skin, and when he got closer, he could still see black pupils.

"This is me from many years ago."

Although he didn't know why he turned into the young look when he just graduated from high school, Wen Ming liked the feeling of wearing it very much. After all, I will definitely have sex in the future. Can I still be regarded as my own papapa when I travel to other people's bodies?

"Bah, bah, bah... As a time traveler, why am I most worried about papapa?"

It's pitiful to say, although Wen Ming is not good, but his previous life was indeed too unsatisfactory, so his little brother has not experienced much "hardening"...

"cough!"

When Wen Ming was taking it for granted, he suddenly heard the door of the ward being opened.

Looking back, there were already three extra people in this single ward.

One is the beautiful blonde nurse who had skin-to-skin contact with him just now, the other is a middle-aged white doctor wearing a white coat, and the other is wearing a black suit and white shirt with a tie clip pinned to his tie black old man.

Wen Ming felt a little bit like the enemy would not let me move, so he stood there and looked at the three of them without saying a word.

After looking at Wen Ming for a few moments, the white doctor said in a low voice: "He should be fine, you can tell him directly."

Wen Ming was stunned, because although the white doctor's voice was very low, the single ward was not big, and the distance between them made it easy for Wen Ming to hear the white doctor's voice.

But why can you understand?

But there is nothing strange about this, even the time travel has happened, and being able to understand English suddenly is nothing.

Wen Ming, who knew what was in his mind, continued to remain silent, because he was still not sure whether he could speak English when he spoke.

The black old man walked up to Wen Ming with a serious expression, and then said in a very calm voice: "I am Sith, your parents' lawyer, and we have met before. Although I know it is not appropriate now, I think... ...you should be able to take it this time."

Seeing Wen Ming's expression of 'sorrow' that was almost despairing, and despairing to death, Sith also felt a little uncomfortable. He is not only Wen Ming's parents' lawyer, but also their friend.

"The car accident that happened to you and your parents the night before yesterday..."

Wen Ming listened to Lawyer Sith's words, and he understood in his heart that this city is New York, one of the most prosperous cities in the world. His parents work in New York, and both belong to the high-paying class. They can even be said to be the boss's partner. one of the people. And he, a first-year student at Harvard University, came to New York from Cambridge to reunite with his parents because of the vacation.

But the weather was not so good the night before, and the three of them had a car accident. He was only slightly injured because he was sitting in the back of the car, but his parents died that night.

Sith handed Wen Ming a handbag, which was full of relics from the car accident.

Then he continued: "Because your parents don't have any savings, and a lot of consumption is in advance, so...there is no legacy for you. The house you live in will also be destroyed in the past few days." The bank took it."

Wen Ming just saw a photo of a family of three in a black wallet among the relics. Although he was among them, his parents were not his parents in the previous life.

Wen Ming, who was not very sad, just heard Sith's words, and instantly collapsed like the end of the world.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a huge deposit, why even the house has to be taken away?

Could it be that he only counted on the two hundred dollars in his wallet?

Sith noticed Wen Ming's grief-stricken expression, and said sadly: "The insurance company will pay part of the money, but the money will be taken by the bank..."

Wen Ming felt that he was a little unstable. Consuming in advance is really killing people. He felt that the information he needed to know most now was the current time.

If he can see foresight, how can he still accomplish nothing?

But before he could ask, he heard Sith say: "Because you have to stay and deal with some matters, I will refund your ticket to Huaxia for you. Of course, and your parents'... sorry!"

China?

Wen Ming was a little surprised. Why did this foreigner call China Huaxia?