Chapter 5 Revenge? You need to train this body into a powerful weapon first

Is it a love killing?

A revenge killing?

Or did he see something he shouldn't have seen and was silenced?

Haishi - she knows it well, because there are many loopholes in the sea transportation, and local smuggling and drug trafficking have been rampant.

Many celebrities have a weak sense of law and have a lot of gray income.

She once cracked a case where a celebrity used a beach villa to hold a party and illegally sold contraband.

Or - fighting for property?

Cheng Ling glanced at the father and son of the Cheng family who were discussing seriously and quietly.

Although they said that they voluntarily joined the entertainment industry and refused to join their own company, Cheng Ling had seen too many cases of family members turning against each other for fighting for property.

... It's better not to tell others about your discovery.

As the current captain of the H Rangers, she has experienced betrayal by her comrades and her adoptive father, so it is difficult for her to trust others easily.

While Cheng Ling was thinking, Cheng's mother, who was lying on the bed next to her, groaned.

"Xiao Ling——"

Brother Cheng rushed over, "Mom, how are you?"

Mother Cheng struggled to sit up from the bed with her son's hand, "How is Xiao Ling?"

"My elder sister has woken up..." Cheng Bosheng stammered, "It's just that she...she..."

This tone made Mother Cheng anxious all of a sudden. She threw off the quilt and got out of bed. Seeing Cheng Ling sitting upright on the bed, she was so shocked that she almost fainted again.

Father Cheng half-supported Mother Cheng, rubbed her back with his hands, and slowly said: "Xiao Ling may have suffered from temporary amnesia due to excessive shock."

"——What? Amnesia?" Mother Cheng looked at her eldest daughter in disbelief.

She pointed at her nose and asked Cheng Ling, "Don't you remember your mother?"

Cheng Ling shook her head slowly.

Mother Cheng burst into tears, "It's all my fault! I didn't take good care of you! I had to try on that dress... My Ling'er!"

Cheng Ling felt a strange sense of guilt in her heart.

She could do nothing but stare at Father Cheng rubbing Mother Cheng's back to comfort her, while Cheng Bosheng hurriedly handed her a box of tissues.

After weeping a few tissues, Mother Cheng spoke with red and swollen eyes: "Then how can we treat Ling'er? She was not smart to begin with, and now she has lost her memory..."

Cheng Ling: "."

Father Cheng said: "Transfer to another hospital. What good hospital can there be in Hai City? Go back to Fengcheng and find an experienced doctor for treatment. Bosheng has already contacted them. We will take a plane back tomorrow morning... Bosheng, is the plane booked?"

Cheng Bosheng nodded, "We can go there at ten o'clock. It's best not to be late. If you waste time, it will be difficult for the airport to arrange takeoff and flight routes."

Mother Cheng held Cheng Ling's hand, looked at her with tears in her eyes, and gently stroked her hand, as if Cheng Ling's hand was made of glass and would break if she exerted force.

This made Cheng Ling very uncomfortable.

She had never felt the care and love of her family since she was a child. At this moment, she felt like a thief. How could she enjoy their care with peace of mind?

"Xiao Ling, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else? Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Are you cold? Does your head still hurt?"

Cheng Ling pretended to cough, pulled her hand out of Cheng's mother's hand, and put it to her lips to cover it.

"Ahem... I don't feel bad now, I'm just a little tired."

Father Cheng nodded, stretched out his hand to help Mother Cheng up from the hospital bed, and said to Cheng Ling: "Okay, then you have a good rest. I see your mother's physical and mental state is not very good today. I'll take her out to eat something and find a hotel to settle down. Your brother will accompany you. Tell your brother if you have anything."

After that, he said to Brother Cheng: "Xiao Sheng, take good care of your sister. You've worked hard tonight, don't sleep."

Cheng Bosheng said calmly: "Don't worry, Dad, Mom, you go and have a rest."

Mother Cheng leaned on her husband's shoulder and looked at her daughter with a pale face on the bed worriedly: "But..."

"Mom, what am I worried about you, go quickly. The hospital said that only one person can stay to accompany the bed. If you don't rest well today and get tired, who will take care of your elder sister when we return to Fengcheng?"

After repeated instructions, Mother Cheng was reluctantly dragged away from the hospital by Father Cheng.

Cheng Bosheng sat on a stool, looking at his sister.

Cheng Ling hadn't spoken a word, her eyes wandering between her parents and her own face, her brows slightly furrowed, her expression somewhat confused.

Her eyes were very sad.

That was an expression he had never seen on his sister's face.

It was distressing.

In an instant, he accepted the fact that his sister had lost her memory from the bottom of his heart.

His sister sat there like a stranger.

Cheng Bosheng suddenly felt a little embarrassed and at a loss.

"Ah, that, Xiaoling, are you hungry?" Cheng Bosheng broke the silence.

Cheng Ling withdrew her gaze from the door of the ward and smiled at Cheng Bosheng, "I'm not hungry."

"I asked the doctor, you can still eat something." Cheng Bosheng made small talk.

"I don't want to eat," Cheng Ling smiled.

The ward was quiet again.

Cheng Bosheng sat on a stool, watching his sister leaning on the bed, she was looking at her fingers, and he didn't know what she was thinking.

Cheng Bosheng spoke again: "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Cheng Ling shook her head again.

"By the way, what beauty mask do you use every day? Do you want me to go out and buy some for you?" Cheng Bosheng stood up.

"No, thank you."

Cheng Bosheng sat down again awkwardly.

Cheng Ling glanced at Cheng Bosheng, who had an expression that said, "I'm here to take care of the patient. I'll feel uneasy if I don't do anything." She took the initiative to speak: "Is my phone here? I want to see it."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Cheng Bosheng was relieved, feeling relieved that he had finally taken care of the patient. "I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me."

He took out a phone from the bag hanging in the closet next to him and handed it to Cheng Ling.

Cheng Bosheng hesitated for a moment, but still spoke: "Your drowning... you'd better not tell anyone yet."

My sister used to post on Weibo and Moments to tell the world when she got scalded by a teacup... How could she hold back on such a big thing as drowning?

Unexpectedly, Cheng Ling took the phone with a serious expression: "I definitely won't... I also want to tell you that it's best not to publicize my drowning."

She wanted to see whether the other party wanted others to know that she was drowning, or didn't want others to know.

"Ah..." Cheng Bosheng was stunned, "Okay."

"Also, I don't need to keep my amnesia a secret from the doctor."

Cheng Bosheng is very smart. He glanced at Cheng Ling. He was not used to the fact that his second-generation, brainless, and vase-like sister suddenly became so wise.

"Why... did you notice something? Is there really someone who wants to harm you?"

Cheng Ling smiled.

The smile was very strange.

"Then who knows?"

Cheng Bosheng was silent.

"That..." Cheng Ling gritted his teeth and forced himself to call out awkwardly, "Brother."

"Hmm?"

"Don't worry, and don't intervene, otherwise it will alert the enemy. Maybe I have lost my memory, and the other party will like it. If I do something unnecessary, I may be in danger."

"Got it." Cheng Bosheng said in a deep voice.

"Then I'll look at my phone for a while, and you should take a break, brother."

Although Cheng Ling said that he was not hungry, he decided to go to the vending machine in the corridor to buy some snacks and drinks.

Brother Cheng pushed the door open and walked out. Cheng Ling waited until the door of the ward was closed, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Uncomfortable.

But not disgusted.

The phone was unlocked by face recognition, and the phone read her facial information and opened it easily.

There were "99+" unread messages on WeChat, "999+" unread messages on Weibo, and a bunch of text messages and phone calls that Cheng Ling didn't have time to read.

Soon, she found what she wanted among a bunch of messy apps loaded on her phone.

Enter "Amos Joyce" in the search box.