Chapter 170: Jianghu Night Rain Ten Years of Lights (3)

"What did you say?"

Xu Xiangdong was speechless: "You, have you lost your memory?"

Shen Minghuan nodded sincerely.

This is a big deal, and nothing can happen to this big baby's head.

Xu Xiangdong hurriedly asked: "When and how did you lose your memory?"

Shen Minghuan thought for a while and answered one by one in order: "After I woke up yesterday. I don't know either."

"But... that's not right." Xu Xiangdong keenly noticed something was wrong: "You just sent us an email at noon yesterday. If you have lost your memory, how could you..." How could you write something that he couldn't even read? thing.

Shen Minghuan looked confused: "I have amnesia, not dementia."

He explained with a sense of crisis: "I just forgot my past experience, but I haven't forgotten this basic common sense. You can see that I have no problem communicating in normal language and writing, and it will not delay my work."

Xu Xiangdong: "..."

For the first time, he knew that the cosmic probe was something that could be mentioned alongside language and words and called common sense.

Is this the world in the eyes of a genius? How terrible.

Xu Xiangdong showed a strong smile and then asked: "But you also attached a resume with some of your personal experiences written on it?"

Shen Minghuan was confused again: "I have a mobile phone and an identity certificate. I can find out by just checking."

Xu Xiangdong couldn't laugh anymore.

The memory loss in his imagination should be accompanied by bewildered wailing and crying, or self-pity for the sudden accident.

And Shen Minghuan's amnesia... is even the same as no amnesia!

Oh, there is still a little difference.

Xu Xiangdong was cautious: "So, with that resume of yours, are you really applying for a job?"

"Otherwise?" Shen Minghuan was shocked: "Didn't you come to interview me today because my resume passed?"

Xu Xiangdong: "..."

He smiled awkwardly: "Yes, of course, your resume is excellent."

The boss has indeed forgotten a lot of common sense. He doesn't seem to know how powerful he is.

Xu Xiangdong had reason to suspect that after losing his memory, Shen Minghuan searched a bunch of key tips for finding a job, checked the most famous "companies" in this field, and then sent out a job application based on his email address.

He has never been so lucky that the institute has such a prominent status that it can be listed at the top of the keyword search page.

Shen Minghuan also breathed a sigh of relief. "Did I pass the interview?"

Although Xu Xiangdong understood the boss's thoughts, this did not prevent him from getting heartbroken when he heard the word "interview".

How can he be this interviewer?

Xu Xiangdong sighed inwardly and changed the subject: "Did you go to the hospital? Did the doctor say what the cause was? How to treat it? Will there be any sequelae?"

"Ah, I haven't gone to the hospital yet." Shen Minghuan replied.

Xu Xiangdong was a little anxious when he heard this: "Why?"

Shen Minghuan said confidently: "I have no money."

He happily ordered two more takeaways for yesterday's dinner and today's breakfast, and completely spent the last of his money.

He never expected such a simple reason, nor did he expect that Shen Minghuan, the eldest son of the Shen family and a genius, would be short of money. Xu Xiangdong was stunned for a second and hurriedly expressed his position: "The company will pay for it, and it will be treated as a physical examination for employment."

Although he hasn't gone back to apply yet, Xu Xiangdong doesn't believe that the leader will object. This is a precious head that can explore the origin of the universe and think about the truth of the world!

Shen Minghuan shook his head: "Thank you, but I haven't agreed to join the job yet."

"Does the company have five insurances and one housing fund? What is the basis for payment?"

"How is the salary calculated? Will there be a year-end bonus?"

"How long is the probation period?"

"How is the atmosphere in the company? Are there old people who look down on newcomers, and then workplace bullying occurs?"

"Working overtime every day, taking weekends off... Oh, it doesn't matter."

"The most important thing is," Shen Minghuan said seriously: "Does food and accommodation get included?"

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Xu Xiangdong immediately sent the recording file back. As expected, Shen Minghuan's bizarre amnesia attracted great attention from professors and leaders. So although Shen Minghuan was very reluctant, Xu Xiangdong was coaxed and persuaded to send him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination.

Don't ask why Shen Minghuan is reluctant, no one likes to go to the hospital, no one!

Today's medical level is very advanced, and Shen Minghuan went through a special channel, and the results of the physical examination came out in less than half a day.

The doctor looked embarrassed as he took the report: "Judging from the results, your brain did not suffer any external damage."

Like a conscientious old mother, Xu Xiangdong asked eagerly: "Doctor, what does this mean? Does it mean there is no problem with his brain? Then how could he lose his memory?"

"It cannot be said for sure that there is no problem. The human brain is a very complex field. However, since it is not due to external forces, the more likely inference at present is that the patient has suffered some huge and unacceptable stimulation, which has led to memory loss. "

Of course, there is another possibility that it is just pretending.

But the doctor vaguely heard that this man was an important talent in the country, so he probably wouldn't do such a thing.

The doctor sighed regretfully: "There is no better medical way. If you want to restore his memory, I suggest you take him to do more familiar things and visit places he has been to before."

He originally wanted to tell Shen Minghuan a few words, but when he turned around, he saw this person looking around nonchalantly, as if he didn't care about his physical condition at all. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

It doesn't matter. When you are a doctor, you must be prepared to be angry to death by the patient.

The doctor skillfully comforted himself, silently retracted his gaze, and told Xu Xiangdong again: "Take your time, don't be anxious, otherwise it may cause secondary damage."

Xu Xiangdong nodded repeatedly, and wanted to take out a pen and paper to write it down.

The doctor felt comfortable seeing this attitude, "By the way, his body is in a serious sub-healthy state. You should keep an eye on him more often, eat three meals on time, have a reasonable schedule, and exercise for a period of time every day."

Shen Minghuan's expression froze.

The system also agreed: [Host, do you remember that you had to sleep for nine hours in the first small world? ]

As a result, starting from the second small world, after seeing the colorful world, Shen Minghuan learned to stay up late.

Xu Xiangdong looked at Shen Minghuan warily, and assured the doctor with high morale: "Doctor, we will definitely take good care of him. Do you have any other suggestions?"

Shen Minghuan protested dissatisfiedly: "The law guarantees the personal freedom of every citizen!"

Xu Xiangdong pretended not to hear. What personal freedom? He is a guardian who guarantees the personal safety of the ward.

The doctor saw Shen Minghuan so repulsive, and felt that the frustration just now disappeared immediately. He was very pleased with Xu Xiangdong's flattery, and immediately wrote him a list of precautions in the best handwriting since he started working.

People in this era are more or less sub-healthy, but the doctor can use the word "serious" to show that Shen Minghuan's health is indeed worse.

No major illness, but a lot of minor problems.

When Xu Xiangdong took Shen Minghuan out of the hospital with the physical examination results, he was still very puzzled: "Mr. Shen, what kind of life have you been living all these years?"

The original owner went out only a few times in the past eight years. He often remembered to eat when he was hungry, and he ordered takeout when he ate. He also always reversed his day and night, not getting up during the day and not sleeping at night. It would be strange to be healthy in this kind of life.

Shen Minghuan looked back confidently: "Doctors from ancient times to the present like to make the problem very serious. Why don't I feel that I have any problem?"

Xu Xiangdong ignored this sentence. He slapped his head and said to himself: "Why am I asking you? You have lost your memory."

Considering that Shen Minghuan is still in a state of amnesia, they are also worried about him going home alone, so they asked Xu Xiangdong to take him to the research institute first. Anyway, the country has the ability to take good care of a person.

Shen Minghuan got on Xu Xiangdong's car and sent a message to the hourly aunt, saying that he would not go home for a while in the future, so that the aunt did not need to clean.

As soon as the aunt replied "OK", she turned around and was visited by the national investigators.

Shen Minghuan's amnesia was too bizarre, which always made people feel uneasy. Although he left, the small house had been monitored inside and outside.

According to Shen Minghuan, he woke up yesterday and found that he had lost his memory, and the aunt happened to come to his residence to clean the afternoon of the previous day. If there is something unusual, the aunt might be able to detect it.

The woman was shocked and asked tremblingly: "What's wrong? Is Mr. Shen a murderer?"

The investigator patiently comforted: "He is not, don't be nervous, we are just conducting a routine investigation."

The woman was confused: "But it's useless for you to find me. I don't even know what he looks like or what his name is for so many years."

"But I have heard his voice a few times, and it sounds pretty good."

"In fact, his house is also very clean. I thought he paid such a high price because he got some dirty things that were difficult to deal with. As a result, every time I went there, I just helped sweep the floor, wipe the table, etc., and helped throw away the garbage when I went out. They were all takeout and instant noodle boxes. There was nothing strange."

"Such a big man, there is not even a bottle of wine at home."

During the New Year and other festivals, it was easy to not order takeout with the high delivery fee. The original owner sometimes ate instant noodles. Although I was not used to it at first, I found it was quite delicious after a few bites.

The woman thought for a long time and felt that Shen Minghuan was quite normal except for his strange personality. He didn't look like a bad guy who had committed crimes. She had a good impression of Shen Minghuan. After all, he was a boss who was busy but paid little.

The investigators didn't think it was normal. They looked at each other and asked seriously, "Are you sure you two haven't seen each other once in the past eight years?"

The woman worked for about two hours each time and had visited the house more than 900 times so far. How could she not have seen him once in such a small house? According to her, Shen Minghuan would hide in the study before he came every time, and the next time the woman came to clean the study, Shen Minghuan would hide in the bedroom.

The investigators frowned at the same time, noticing a huge weirdness.

Why didn't Shen Minghuan want to see anyone? What was he hiding? What was he hiding? Could it be related to his inexplicable amnesia?

What happened to Shen Minghuan eight years ago?