Chapter One Xiuchuan Memorial Medical Center.
Four twelve-story medical buildings surrounded the central main building like satellites, with sky bridges connecting their second floors, and the ground featuring lush garden landscaping; the basement floors one, two, and three housed various facilities including shops, restaurants, laundry services, snack streets, parking lots, and more.
Xiuchuan Memorial Comprehensive Hospital had repeatedly expanded and was officially renamed “Xiuchuan Memorial Medical Center”, growing increasingly massive and becoming a renowned medical kingdom dominating Asia and internationally recognized.
The sky was clear for thousands of miles.
The helicopter’s propellers roared loudly, breaking the medical building’s tranquility. The rooftop helipad was crowded with the hospital director, deputy directors, chief surgeons, and security personnel, preparing to receive a VIP… or more accurately, an “injured patient”.
The helicopter landed, and before anyone could welcome the arrival, a disheveled man leaped down.
The man’s black hair flew in the wind. His white Armani shirt had only two buttons hastily fastened, and his black trousers were stained with blood. His sharp eyes and strong nose were complemented by a clearly defined thin lips, exuding an unavoidable aura of authority that was intimidating.
“Mr. Guan…” the hospital director hurried to greet him.
“Save her!” The severe, unquestionable command burst from the man’s clenched teeth.
“Yes, yes…” The reason the hospital director was so humble was simple – the man before him was the behind-the-scenes owner of this medical center, the financial backer controlling all medical staff’s livelihoods, and the grandson of the founder Guan Wangui – Guan Longji.
This famous private hospital was established by mining magnate Guan Wangui to commemorate his father Guan Xiuchuan, and had been operating for nearly thirty years.
Guan Wangui had recruited top doctors from various fields, generously purchased cutting-edge medical equipment, and designed comfortable, spacious, and bright wards. As a result, Xiuchuan Memorial Comprehensive Hospital built an excellent reputation. Though the Guan family’s mining business had declined, the hospital had become a golden goose in the Guan family’s chain of enterprises.
In that conservative era, Guan Wangui indeed had unique vision and foresight.
A group of well-trained medical personnel immediately began emergency procedures without waiting for instructions.
Checking pulse, measuring blood pressure, administering IV – a series of emergency steps and seamlessly coordinated professional terminology were the only sounds in the solemn atmosphere. Their fluid movements allowed them to simultaneously provide treatment and transport the patient on a stretcher into the elevator, heading directly to the twelfth floor’s operating room.
The helicopter had brought a beautiful female patient. According to the preliminary radio report from emergency personnel, the patient’s condition was caused by a sea crash and impact with rocks.
Seeing the boss’s anxious and almost frenzied appearance, and his half-wet, disheveled clothing, the director wisely kept silent. Regardless of whether the patient’s injuries were intentional or accidental, he believed the boss would not want the information to leak.
Under the director’s orders, Xiuchuan Memorial Medical Center’s top management entered the first level of alert status, activating presidential ward protocols, VIP medical mechanisms, and anti-terror security measures, ensuring watertight safety.
The story is just beginning…
The Mysterious Female Patient
The mysterious female patient left no information behind, with her name and age completely unknown. These salaried employees didn’t dare to verify anything with the “boss’s boss”, and privately referred to this distinguished patient as “Sleeping Beauty”.
The surgery was clearly successful, but the princess just remained unconscious and refused to wake up, a situation that had now lasted four days.
As a result, the “boss’s boss” looked increasingly grim, and the hospital director and chief physician grew more and more anxious, with the atmospheric pressure on the entire twelfth floor becoming increasingly low.
“Why hasn’t she woken up?” Guan Longji asked for the Nth time.
His sharp eyes contained a deep brewing storm, his tone low and tense, invisibly creating immense pressure on the attending physician.
“Well…” A group of surgical experts looked worried and helpless.
They didn’t know why Sleeping Beauty was reluctant to wake up!
The emergency treatment was timely, and the patient’s injuries weren’t severe – just two broken ribs, a fractured right hand, and some torn feet – nothing life-threatening.
The elderly surgical director was “pushed” forward.
He carefully chose his words, “Mr. Guan, this young lady’s external injuries are mostly superficial, and after rescue, there’s no life-threatening condition. She just needs observation for a few days… The only thing to note is the patient’s brain trauma…”
Guan Longji’s sharp gaze locked onto him, his resolute jaw subtly twitching.
This young boss wasn’t talkative; with just a glance or command, people would naturally serve him. His innate depth combined with his acquired environment gave the thirty-something Guan Longji an imposing presence that made everyone tremble.
“Brain trauma?” His low voice shot out like a cold, sharp arrow, enough to frighten the timid.
Ah… As someone said, politicians are like this! Bold in predicting the future, and able to explain themselves if predictions go wrong… Actually, famous doctors are similar! Bold in predicting patient conditions, and able to explain themselves if predictions go wrong… The surgical director smiled bitterly to himself.
“There might have been oxygen deprivation in the patient’s brain. We, we’ll need to wait until the patient regains consciousness to determine if there are any sequelae.”
“What sequelae?!” Guan Longji asked coldly.
Despite the comfortable air conditioning, the room temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees, freezing and chilling.
The narrative continues with detailed medical discussions and Guan Longji’s intense concern for the patient, eventually leading to her gradual awakening and initial interactions.
Nurse Miss busily took her blood pressure and pulse, eagerly asking, “Miss Fang, what’s making you uncomfortable?”
“Miss Fang?” Her clear and bright water-like eyes showed a hint of confusion, “Are you calling me?”
The nurse was stunned.
Indeed… This was personally revealed by Guan Xiansen, that the Sleeping Beauty’s surname was “Fang”, though he hadn’t mentioned her first name.
She turned her gaze towards Guan Longji.
Three doctors in white coats walked into the hospital room.
She stared at Guan Longji, the only person she could consider “familiar”, because during her half-asleep, hazy state in the past two days, she had always vaguely seen his worried expression – she remembered his face and recognized his voice.
He is… he is…
Who is he?
A puzzled expression like dark clouds covered her delicate and pale face, and she furrowed her brows and asked, “Who… are you?”
Guan Longji’s body stiffened, responding with silence.
“Do you… do you know who I am?” A strange panic made her eyes turn red, her voice trembling, “I… I don’t know who I am!”
Everyone looked at each other.
“Memory disorder?” Guan Longji repeated with a hint of shock, echoing the doctor’s diagnosis.
“Yes,” the neurologist cautiously answered, “What people generally call ‘amnesia’… However, Miss Fang seems quite emotional, so we recommend waiting until her emotions stabilize before conducting a detailed diagnosis.”
