Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

After Song Le was led by his body consciousness to the ward, he saw from a distance——

A handsome and chilling young man, with several bandages wrapped around his forehead, was sitting gracefully on the head of the bed at the moment.

The condolences silently facing the guests packed in the ward, either sincerely or falsely.

No matter what others say or do, he always has silent long eyelashes.

The noble and slender hands, with their ten fingers lightly intersected, lay on the spotless thin quilt.

Alienation, indifference, lazy attitude.

As if the world had nothing to do with him.

Song Le stood still outside the door.

The background information received while running just now appeared in my mind——

A sudden car accident caused Jiang Jue, the proud son of heaven, to lose his sight.

The doctor was puzzled: "This...the report shows that Mr. Jiang's vocal cords have not been damaged, but the psychological trauma is very likely to make him unwilling to speak."

Perfect silhouette and body proportions.

And with brain damage.

"...You can also say that." The doctor seemed to be stunned for a long time before he said with certainty.

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It has been praised as the darling whose life program has been precised to every minute and every second by God.

Song Le pursed her lips. There should be a trace of regret in her heart, but she was only slightly touched because 50% of her emotions were taken away.

And when it comes to Jiang Jue, people get the impression that he is a genius, calm, cold, and temperate.

Song Le curled his lips, and got the general result he wanted, and started to walk back.

This is the goal of her mission this time - she is undoubtedly lazy.

Just one thing is clear.

The identity he passed through was bloody but not bad, so he had reason to approach Jiang Jue.

Hearing this, the man was silent for a while, then suddenly slapped the table angrily, and said angrily: "Damn it, I really don't die sooner or later, I'm going to make a mistake at this time!"

Song Le's eyes were calm, pretending to pass by casually, and stopped after hearing the conversation, leaning against the wall to eavesdrop.

There was not a trace of heartache or pain in the words, but a wave of anxiety and anger.

"With Mr. Jiang's current situation, it is impossible to go back to do high-intensity brain-using activities. Or, to be more precise, he is very likely to be unable to even take care of his basic life..."

And it was such a young man who was supposed to stand at the peak and look down on everyone, but at this moment, he fell due to an accident.

In other words: every second of his life is unpredictable.

"Doctor, how is he doing?"

"Not very optimistic, temporary blindness, needs careful nursing, recovery time may be long or short, it is impossible to draw conclusions, coupled with brain damage, in the future that cannot be specified, IQ will probably fluctuate between the ages of three and ten. "

"That is to say, he is crippled? Has he become mentally handicapped? It won't be better in three or five years?!"

The crisis period has just passed, and the situation is unknown.

"What about talking? Can you still speak? You won't be blind, but you will become a mute? I haven't heard him say a word since he woke up!"

He has a strong family background and a superior IQ. At the age of 16, he obtained a double degree in economics and psychology from a world-renowned university. After returning, he entered a direct company of the family business and created countless business miracles.

The person who asked the question was very strange.

The original owner's father was the housekeeper of the Jiang family, and ten years ago he blocked the deadly shot of the head of the Jiang family by his rival.

The Jiang family patriarch made an exception and adopted Song Le as the Jiang family's adopted daughter based on this merit and old love.

Walk back to the ward.

The guests had already left in a hurry, and the few remaining stubborn ones couldn't get any response, so they had to touch their noses and leave in despair.

Only now did Song Le have the opportunity to take a good look at Jiang Jue.