Volume 2 Chapter 117: Savior?

  "You're hurt, this is your medicine, drink it and the wound will heal." The girl was still smiling, then very naturally walked over and put the medicine on the bedside table.

  Although I relaxed my vigilance, I still dare not slack off. It's as if from the past, I've been used to treating things around me this way - no matter when, no matter where, no matter what I'm doing, I must always be on guard and absolutely cannot give enemies a chance to launch a surprise attack.

  "You... why did you save me?" I took a step closer to investigate the situation as I watched her gentle movements.

  She held the tray and stood up straight: "That's right, I heard that when Mr. Da Shao's car was passing through an alley, you suddenly fell from the sky, and the driver didn't have time to brake before hitting you. Fortunately, you dodged quickly, so the injury isn't serious. However, those strange wounds on your body are more severe than the collision."

  My eyebrows furrowed even more intensely

  According to what the girl just said, I was inexplicably falling from the sky and almost crashed into them before being rescued. This means that these people really didn't understand my identity at all. Another thing, why did I fall from the sky? Airplane? Spaceship? If it was in an alleyway, it's very possible that I fell from a building on the side. Is someone trying to kill me? Because I have bullet grazes on my body, and falling from a building on the side, I must have lost my footing during a fight... It seems that things are indeed much more serious than I imagined.

  These people don't know who I am, and neither do I. If they send me back to where the incident happened, maybe those who want to hurt me are still waiting there. What should I do? Should I put an ad in the newspaper asking the whole world if anyone knows me, and if so, please take me home?

  I also don't know when my memory can recover, if it can never recover for a lifetime... what will I do in the future?

  I stood there, feeling a bit sentimental and at a loss. The girl on the other side saw me spacing out and kindly walked up to ask me something. I immediately took a few steps back reflexively. She smiled faintly: "Don't be nervous, we won't hurt you. I'll go call the young master over to see you now."

  She was just about to leave when I suddenly stopped her: "Wait a minute..."

  I wanted to tell her that I had no memory of anything now, but the words stuck in my throat. Should I believe what she said? Maybe she was one of those people who wanted to hurt me, maybe they wanted to know something from me, so they chased and killed me, afraid that I would rather die than say it, so they staged this clumsy play.

  Seeing me hesitating, she didn't rush to hear what I had to say either. She just waved her hand at me: "It's okay, if there's anything difficult you can tell us. Our young master has a good heart and will agree as long as it's not an excessive request."

  ——！I didn't mean to say that......

  After the girl left, I walked to the bedside table and sniffed the medicine. It seemed like ordinary wound-healing herbs. Next to it were a few white tablets, a small bottle of medicine, and a small syringe. According to the English abbreviation on the small bottle, it was a commonly used painkiller - tramadol hydrochloride. This painkiller is an opioid receptor agonist, analgesic, and is effective for various acute pains. However, it has several contraindications. Long-term use can lead to tolerance or dependence if not careful, and exceeding the prescribed dosage or combining it with central nervous system depressants may cause respiratory depression. Although I didn't want to think too much about this small bottle of painkillers, why couldn't they give me a different one with fewer side effects?... Hmm, but it seems like most painkillers have many side effects anyway.

  After using tramadol hydrochloride, symptoms such as nausea, vomiting, sweating, dry mouth, dizziness and drowsiness may occur.

  Syncope may occasionally occur. A few cases have also been reported to have an effect on the cardiovascular system, such as palpitations, tachycardia, orthostatic hypotension and circulatory collapse; especially when the patient is erect or fatigued. In addition, headache, constipation, gastrointestinal dysfunction, skin itching, and rash are less common. Muscle weakness, decreased appetite, and urinary disturbances are extremely rare. Psychiatric side effects are extremely rare and vary from person to person, including changes in mood, activity, cognition, and sensory perception. Individual cases of seizures have been reported, but this usually occurs when high doses of tramadol hydrochloride or neuroleptics are administered together. Anaphylactic shock cannot be completely ruled out.

  I picked up the medicine in the cup and drank it down, although I wasn't very reassured, but to be honest they shouldn't harm me out of nowhere. Moreover, after checking these medicines, aside from the side effects, they might still be usable.

  Just as he swallowed the last mouthful of medicine, the door was suddenly opened and a young boy rushed in excitedly: "Where is that girl?!"

  I spat out the medicine in one gulp, staring at this little brat with wide eyes... Calling him a young master is already being generous. I reckon he's probably just taken off his diapers. This is the so-called young master that the maid was talking about earlier, isn't he a bit too small? He's not just small, he's extremely small, almost to the point where he only reaches my waist. Being saved by this little devil, I hope he won't ask me to do something strange, like playing house with him.

  "Are you the girl that Brother picked up?" The young boy's pair of beautiful big eyes stared at me, wide with wonder.

  I let out a sigh of relief... Fortunately, it wasn't him who saved me. Amen, thank God for his protection, I really have no way with kids, they're just too difficult to deal with. I'd rather fight a hundred strong men than accompany a little brat.

  "Hmph, what's so great about having a pretty face?!" The little demon continued to glare at me fiercely.

  I looked at him with a bewildered expression, thinking to myself... Hey, I didn't offend him, did I? It seems that having this face has nothing to do with him either. However... it's strange, although I don't remember who I am, what my name is, or where I live, but I clearly remember my personality, my judgment, and my appearance...

  "Why did brother have to save you? So many girls crashed into his car on purpose before, but he didn't save any of them." The little boy was still muttering.

  My mouth twitched: "Excuse me, where is your brother? I want to thank him."