My Billionaire Exhusband Grovels Me After Divorce-Chapter 897 - Why Does This Silhouette Look So Much
Chapter 897: Chapter 897: Why Does This Silhouette Look So Much Like Big Brother?
Chapter 897: Chapter 897: Why Does This Silhouette Look So Much Like Big Brother?
Patient 517 smiled at her as well, “It’s okay, I’ve finished work for the day and have nothing to do back at the hospital, so I might as well stay here with you to make medicine. I can also learn something from you. Who knows, if I never get my memory back, I might be able to pick up the skill of medicine making to support myself.”
“There’s a high probability that your memory will be recovered, so don’t be anxious. You could try visiting places you feel familiar with; maybe you’ll meet someone you recognize. Talking more with them could help restore your memory.”
Qiao Yin wasn’t too worried about his memory issues, as with the full recovery of his bodily functions, his brain would also bring his memories back to life.
“Alright, you should get off work now. Do you know how to take the subway back to the hospital? Do you need me to give you a ride?”
“I know the route; you don’t need to send me.”
Suddenly, an impulse surged through patient 517 and he almost blurted out, “I should be the one to give you a ride.”
But he held back.
He had a strong intuition that in the past he was often the one uttering that phrase to others; his subconscious didn’t even consider the option of letting others give him a ride. It was always he who was giving them.
However, he didn’t share this intuition with Qiao Yin. It would be better to wait until his memory was fully restored and then give her a surprise. Talking about it now didn’t hold much significance.
He left the pharmaceutical room, took off his medical clinic work clothes, and walked out.
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The cold wind was a bit chilling, so he wrapped his new clothes tightly around him.
All the clothes he was wearing were gifts from Qiao Yin: loose and comfortable black casual pants, a soft and lightweight white cashmere sweater, a black woolen coat – all ordered online by Qiao Yin according to his height and weight and delivered to the hospital.
He really liked this set of clothes and was very grateful for Qiao Yin’s help. Once he found his family and regained his memory, he would definitely bring them to the hospital to thank her and help promote the hospital.
The Medical Clinic’s lights were still on, and through the glass, he saw Qiao Yin leaning on Shen Yujun’s shoulder, laughing and speaking something, creating a very warm scene.
Strangely though, he felt no envy in his heart, nor did he feel lonely on his own. On the contrary, he subconsciously believed his home was warm too, and that he was very happy, therefore he felt no need for envy.
However, he had no idea what his home looked like.
Patient 517 shook his head, walked to the station, and boarded a bus.
He didn’t return to the hospital but instead followed a route he had looked up the day before and went to a different place.
Half an hour later, he got off the bus and stood in front of a luxurious and imposing high-rise building.
The high-rise was lit with four big letters—Shengling Group.
Under the night sky, these four red characters were very eye-catching and seemed familiar to him.
Could it be that he used to work in this corporation? It seemed to make sense.
People were occasionally leaving the building after finishing work, and he stood nearby watching. However, after more than half an hour, he saw no one who looked familiar.
That seemed odd; last time when he saw Lu Lingche, he felt familiar, and this building struck him as familiar too. So why didn’t he recognize other people from this corporation?
After another half-hour, still having seen no one familiar, he left.
It didn’t matter; he wasn’t in a hurry. He could come back another day, perhaps today he arrived too late and his former colleagues had already left work; maybe the people he saw today were not from his department.
When Lu Lingche came out of the corporation building, he saw a familiar figure boarding a bus and froze.
That silhouette, why did it look so much like his older brother!
Unfortunately, by the time the person sat inside the bus, and Lu Lingche saw his side face, he confirmed he had been mistaken; it wasn’t his brother.
His brother wasn’t this frail, and it was even less likely for his brother to take a bus.
