Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

After waking up a little, Chang Qing turned his head and looked around.

The whole room was clean and tidy, and some medical instruments that he couldn't understand were standing by the bed.

He looked at himself, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown.

There was a chair by the bed, and a woman was sitting on the chair. She was dressed in a capable professional suit, lying on Chang Qing's hand, sleeping.

His mind was like a mess, and he had no idea of ​​the situation in front of him.

"What month and what day is it now, where am I, and why am I here."

"Have I been reborn successfully? Is Ye Qinghe still here?"

"Where is Dan Ji? Where is Dan Ji?"

He struggled to sit up, wanting to see if his mobile phone was with him, at least to confirm the date first, and then to confirm whether Ye Qinghe was still there.

The noise he made made the woman who was sleeping lightly by the bed sit up, rubbed her eyes, and saw that he woke up, and hurriedly said in surprise.

"Son! You're awake! Come on, lie down, I'll call a doctor."

After saying that, before Chang Qing could say anything, she hurried to the door, but she didn't call a doctor as she said, but stuck her head out to tell the person outside the door something, and then quickly returned to Chang Qing's bedside.

The woman grabbed his hand and said with concern.

"Son, how do you feel? You scared me to death."

Her eyes were a little red, and Chang Qing looked at her with doubt.

This woman is very beautiful, but you can see that she is not young, with a few fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She has delicate makeup, but you can still see that her face is very haggard. Looking closely, she is three points similar to herself, with narrow and sharp eyebrows and eyes, but at this time she has a worried expression, and you can't see the majesty of these facial features.

Seeing that Chang Qing was a little dazed, the woman said anxiously.

"Son, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Auntie..." Chang Qing asked tentatively, "Who are you?"

When these words came out, the woman was stunned for a moment, as if struck by lightning.

"Son, don't scare me, you..." She was anxious and tears came out. Seeing that Chang Qing was still at a loss, she hurried to the door and shouted outside.

"Quick! Where's the doctor! Call the doctor!"

"Mr. Su, don't worry, the doctor is here."

"Call again! Call again! Call the best doctor! Neurology, psychiatry, no matter what department, invite the best experts!"

The little secretary waiting outside the door did not dare to neglect it and ran over.

Soon, doctors and experts from all walks of life came into the ward one after another.

Chang Qing let them do various examinations and answer various questions.

His mind was racing, analyzing the situation in front of him.

He suspected that he had not traveled through time at all. He was still in the trial of the Hundred Flowers Heritage at this moment, and everything in front of him was an illusion.

But what was the meaning of such a trial, and what was it testing?

Looking at the woman who had been standing by the bed with an anxious face, Chang Qing asked tentatively.

"Auntie."

"Hey, what's wrong, son."

The woman wiped her tears, showed a far-fetched smile, and asked softly.

"Can you help me get my phone?"

"Yeah, okay."

The woman nodded repeatedly, gave a few instructions to the secretary outside the door, and soon, she took the phone and walked to Chang Qing's bed.

After taking the phone, Chang Qing first looked at the date on the phone, which was January 10.

He hurriedly opened the address book again.

There was no Ye Qinghe's number.

Even the phone saved the call records he made to Ye Qinghe and Uncle Ye.

Chang Qing called again in disbelief.

It still showed an empty number.

He lay on the bed like a deflated ball and closed his eyes.

Why, why did he fail? Is the price of letting time flow to lose the person he loves the most?

Then he would rather be trapped in the same day forever.

"Auntie, can you let them all go out? I want to be quiet."

Chang Qing spoke, his voice full of deep fatigue.

"Son, be obedient, let the doctor help you check carefully, you..."

"Let them all get out!"

He suddenly became furious.

What a shitty life, inexplicably traveling through time, inexplicably reborn, inexplicably losing the most important person, and now inexplicably having so many doctors asking questions.

The most annoying thing is this woman who came out inexplicably and insisted on calling him son.

Don't you know that he is an orphan, raised by Ye Qinghe's parents, where does he have any relatives?

But when he saw this woman trying to hold back her sadness and caring for him, his nose wasA little sore.

The woman waved to the secretary beside her helplessly, and the secretary understood and asked all the doctors in the ward to leave.

"Son, wait a moment, mom will be back soon."

"Wait a moment."

Chang Qing called her again.

"Auntie, how did I come to this hospital?"

"Don't you remember everything? You had a quarrel with your family and hid outside. When I found you, you..."

"I was in the bathroom and cut my wrists?"

He asked tentatively. Although his thoughts were a mess, he still maintained basic rationality and could guess it with a little speculation.

The woman nodded sadly.

"Son, what are you unhappy about? Tell mom that you must never do such stupid things again in the future."

"Yeah." Chang Qing agreed subconsciously, but he suddenly remembered that Dan Ji seemed to be there, and asked hurriedly.

"Auntie, when you found me, was there a... a silicone doll in the room?"

Although it was a little difficult to ask, I had to ask.

The woman was obviously stunned, and then said earnestly.

"What do you want? Mom will buy you a new one. That house is unlucky, so don't go back."

"No!" Chang Qing was anxious, "I just want that one. If you can't help me find it, let me find it myself."

Seeing him getting excited, the woman hurriedly comforted him, "Okay, okay, don't worry, Mom will ask someone to find it for you."

After that, she went out and gave a few instructions to the secretary outside. Just as she was about to go back, she was stopped by the expert outside and told for a while.

After a while, the woman returned to the ward again. Chang Qing was lying on the bed, covering his eyes with the back of his hand, his face full of fatigue.

Just after the woman went out, he made a last attempt.

He was wondering if he had traveled to another world, a world that was very similar to Earth. His first reaction was to open the camera of his mobile phone to take a look at his appearance to see if there was any change, and whether he still looked like he did on Earth.

What disappointed him was that the face that appeared on the screen was a face that he had seen for more than 20 years and could not be more familiar.

The last hope was also shattered.

In his eyes, even if he traveled to another world, it would be better than Ye Qinghe disappearing out of thin air.

A deep sense of powerlessness swept over his heart.

He was too weak and too small. Facing this unknown horror, he had no room to struggle and resist. Two consecutive deaths and rebirths did not reverse time, but made his real life more chaotic.

"Son." The woman sat down by Chang Qing's bed and forced a smile.

"Don't worry, Mom has asked someone to get it for you, and it will be brought to you in a while."

"Well, thank you." Chang Qing hesitated for a moment and said.

"Auntie, I may not really be your son. I don't know you, and I don't have parents."

The woman's smile froze on her face, and she touched Chang Qing's face with a sad face.

"Well, mom knows you don't remember, it's okay, the doctor said you may have been stimulated, and you have symptoms such as amnesia and delusions, but don't worry, mom is here, mom will definitely find a way to cure you."

Chang Qing sighed and didn't answer. He looked around, the spacious and bright high-end ward, thinking of the woman in front of him who called so many so-called experts with just one sentence, he turned and asked.

"Are you rich?"

The woman nodded, "Son, everything that belongs to me is yours. I will never force you again. I will take you home tomorrow and you should take good care of your illness."

"Shouldn't you go to the hospital to get treatment?"

"If you feel uncomfortable in the hospital, let's go home and I will find the best doctor for you."

Chang Qing shook her head, "I am not sick and I don't need you to treat me."

"Son..."

"Auntie, don't worry." Chang Qing interrupted her, "What I said may seem incredible to you, but when you bring the doll over, I will be able to explain it clearly."