What should I do if I lose my memory after transmigrating into a book?

Chapter 124 Nameless

The seawater surged forward, wave after wave, crashing against the shore.

The seawater seems saltier than tears today.

The little fish in the sea no longer remember the person who fed them.

In the house on the island,

The man bent over, then slowly straightened up. He blinked gently and looked down at the light blue wheelchair beside him.

He murmured softly, "Autumn is coming to an end."

Jiang Ci withdrew his hand from the wheelchair and walked out step by step.

The sea breeze outside was strong, and the whistling wind blew into his ears, giving him a headache.

But he did not stop for a moment.

When he entered the hall, it was eerily deserted, with not even a trace of anyone left.

Jiang Ci braced himself against the table with one hand, veins bulging on his hand, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He frowned, enduring the burning pain, which seemed to be more than just a headache; his heart was aching even more.

The shadow of the table gradually split into one layer, then two, and then more.

—With a bang.

Unable to bear the pain, Jiang Ci suddenly collapsed to the ground.

He seemed to have been injected with morphine; he suddenly couldn't feel any pain anymore, and stared blankly at the white chandelier above him.

His narrow eyes were quietly and blankly fixed on the lamp, as if he were looking at the lamp, yet not quite.

If you ignore his trembling arms, he really doesn't seem normal.

However, the human body has a self-protection mechanism. When the host's body reaches the maximum pain, the body will automatically activate the pain shielding function to protect the person's safety.

Gradually, the sun set in the west.

The twilight light shone through the windowpane, illuminating the man's body on the floor; he lay there motionless.

It seemed to have lost its vitality.

……

"A whole week has passed, where has that brat gone?"

Jiang Hui signed the report with a stern face and no expression. After signing, he angrily flipped through the report.

The more I looked at it, the angrier I got. He had finally reached retirement age and could step down, but this brat didn't say a word and just left the company to go out and have fun.

Lack of responsibility!!

They have absolutely no sense of respect!

He hasn't gone out to play yet!

Assistant Li had gotten used to President Jiang's nagging. He used to feel that President Jiang was unapproachable, but now...

He looked up and saw that General Jiang was muttering something while flipping through another report.

Assistant Li adjusted his glasses, his lips slightly downturned.

I'm starting to miss the quiet President Jiang. What should I do?

President Jiang never asked him to work overtime.

They might even let him leave work early.

As long as he has done his job.

But not Old Jiang. Even if he finishes today's tasks, there's always tomorrow's.

General Jiang... super roll.

Perhaps God heard Assistant Li's pitiful pleas for help, as the clock slowly ticked into twelve.

Jiang Hui's phone rang right on time.

He looked up and saw that it was exactly twelve o'clock on the clock.

"Hmm? Time flies so fast?"

Standing opposite him, Li Zhu, who was starving, almost burst into tears.

Good heavens, you finally remembered it's midnight?!

"Assistant Li, you should take a rest."

Jiang Hui answered the phone after Li Zhu left the office.

It was a call from the old house.

"It's me, what's wrong?"

Jiang Hui frowned; it was the old housekeeper calling.

"Young Master is back..."

Jiang Hui stood up abruptly. Suddenly, he felt that his back pain and leg soreness had disappeared, and he even wanted to walk around a couple of times.

"He still knows to come back..."

To everyone's surprise, before Jiang Hui could finish speaking, the usually composed old butler's voice became somewhat unsteady.

"Young Master is back, but... well... why don't you come back and take a look first?"

The old butler sighed deeply.

Jiang Hui's forehead throbbed with that sigh, and his eyelids trembled.

Jiang Hui hung up the phone, put on his suit, grabbed a car key, and walked out.

As he sped back to his old house from the company,

Before even entering, I saw that half the courtyard was filled with servants.

Jiang Hui frowned. What was wrong?

He strode inside, taking three steps at a time.

"Hello Mr. Jiang!!"

Jiang Hui nodded and went straight inside.

The moment he stepped into the house, he thought he had entered some kind of medicinal herb garden. The smell of Chinese medicine filled the house and rushed into his mouth and nose, stimulating his five senses.

He saw his wife sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the table without moving.

"what happened?"

Upon hearing the voice, Hua Lan suddenly burst into tears. Her voice choked with emotion, overwhelmed with grief.

“I don’t know what happened to Jiang Ci outside. He came back looking like a half-dead ghost. Go and check on him…”

Jiang Hui was unaware of the seriousness of the situation, but seeing his wife's tear-streaked face, his jaw tightened, and his mood plummeted.

He followed his wife up the stairs to Jiang Ci's room.

Hua Lan stood motionless at the door, turning her head away, not daring to look at the child on the hospital bed.

Jiang Hui patted his wife on the back, signaling her to relax.

After making this move, Jiang Hui turned around and went into the room.

But when he saw Jiang Ci, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Jiang Hui suddenly stood there speechless and motionless.

Following his gaze, it was not hard to see that the young man on the bed had a full head of white hair. He was so thin that he looked almost unrecognizable. The once handsome and composed man seemed to have lost his original appearance in just one week.

Jiang Hui walked to the bedside in disbelief. As she got closer, she could even see the man's sunken eye sockets and unhealthy paleness on his face.

Jiang Hui's voice was unusually deep.

"Xiao Ci, what's wrong?"

Unfortunately, the man on the bed had his eyes tightly closed and showed no sign of opening them.

Jiang Hui stared at her son for a long time before turning and leaving.

He put his arm around his wife, who was standing hesitantly outside the door, and said slowly, "I have investigated everything that happened to Jiang Ci this past week."

"I……"

Just as Hua Lan was about to say something, she caught a glimpse of the person inside slightly turning over.

Hua Lan walked quickly inside.

"Jiang Ci..."

Jiang Ci stared blankly, like a soulless sculpture.