Chapter 1066: Chapter 1066: Big Brother, Is That You? Chapter 1066: Chapter 1066: Big Brother, Is That You? Lu Yanxi’s face showed a look of envy, “Your grandmother really knows how to take care of herself. I hope to be half as healthy and robust as her when I get old.”
As she was speaking, she suddenly noticed a man wearing a mask walking toward the entrance of Qiao Yin’s clinic.
This man was dressed in Qiao Yin dical Clinic’s white coat. The portion covered by the mask was not visible, but the exposed parts of his face were riddled with pitted scars, rather frightening to behold.
He was leaning on a cane, and one of his legs was slightly bent in an unnatural way, clearly indicating that he also had issues with his leg.
A touch of puzzlent appeared on Lu Yanxi’s face, “Yinyin, who is this? Your new staff mber? How co I rember you only hire girls?”
Qiao Yin turned her head, saw patient no. 517 standing at the entrance, and explained, “This is a vegetative person I’ve treated. After he woke up, he had amnesia and couldn’t go ho, so I temporarily hired him as my assistant to help out around the clinic.”
Patient no. 517 smiled at Lu Yanxi, “Hello, my na is Wu Yaoqi.”
Learning that he had amnesia and feeling sorry for him, Lu Yanxi respectfully responded to him, “Hello, Wu Yaoqi, you’re really lucky to have t Yinyin. She is the most skilled doctor.”
Patient no. 517 couldn’t help but look at Qiao Yin, his eyes filled with tenderness, “Yes, I’m indeed lucky. Thanks to her treatnt, I woke up. Otherwise, I would probably still be lying in the hospital, unable to see this beautiful world.”
Qiao Yin smiled, “You have a good attitude, still finding the world beautiful even after being injured like this. Did you co to see for sothing?”
Patient no. 517 had wanted to invite her out to eat, but seeing that she had a friend over, he shook his head, “No, it’s nothing. I just ca to see if you needed help with anything.”
“No, go have your al!”
“Alright.”
Patient no. 517 quietly agreed, and before turning to leave, he couldn’t help but glance at Lu Yanxi.
Strange, why did he also feel a faint sense of familiarity with this girl?
Did he know her before?
He strained to recall his past, but the images in his mind were all blurry. His head ached from the effort, yet he couldn’t rember anything specific, only that it seed he had a younger sister.
Not just a younger sister, but also a younger brother.
His temples throbbed with pain, and the silhouettes of his brother and sister flashed through his mind so quickly that he could hardly capture them.
His heart felt choked, as if sothing was trying to break through the blockade of his mory, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t unlock that shackle.
His mind beca a muddle. He erged from the clinic, leaning on his cane. Though he had only intended to get so air, sohow he found himself on a bus, alighting at a place he had visited several tis.
Before him stood a grand and imposing office building, bearing the inscription “Shengling Group.” Inside and outside the building, many people bustled to and fro, the scene abuzz with prosperity and activity.
He stood in front of the building in a daze, not even sure why he had suddenly co here again.
Yet today, his sense of familiarity with the place was exceptionally strong, increasingly so.
He hesitated for a long ti, but finally stepped forward and entered the building.
Guided by so instinct, he entered an elevator and subconsciously pressed his index finger on a certain touch panel in front of him.
With a crisp “ding,” the fingerprint recognition was successful and the floor was automatically locked in. The indicator light ca on, and the elevator began to ascend smoothly.
The pristine, mirrored stainless steel door of the elevator reflected his image.
He took off his mask and looked at his disfigured face, whispering to himself, “Who am I? Why am I so familiar with this place? Why do they have my fingerprint recognition?”
Accompanied by his confused whisper, the elevator ca to a steady stop, and the doors opened.
Leaning on his cane, he walked out of the elevator, following his intuition and the call of his instincts, toward the end of the corridor.
Suddenly, the voices of two people talking ca from behind him, but the mont they saw him, the voices abruptly ceased.
He was about to turn back to look when, suddenly, the office door in front of him opened and out walked a dignified and austere man in his fifties.
The man frowned, “Who are you?”
Such a familiar face! Such a familiar authoritative voice! Such a familiar aura of power! Who was he?!
Just as he was about to speak, he heard one of the people behind him speak up with a slightly trembling voice, “Big brother, is it you?”
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