Marshal's Cannon Fodder Spouse (Transmigration)

Chapter 87

     Because he was too old and had been bedridden recently, the man's voice was unusually hoarse, as if it had been forcefully squeezed out from a crack. Duan Hengye had always believed that aging was an inevitable process. No matter how advanced technology was, no one could escape from the laws of nature.

Natural aging was also a gentle and elegant process, but the man in front of him probably had nothing to do with these two words.

He had lived a life of luxury, but in the process, he had also picked up a lot of bad habits. Duan Hengye thought that if this was when he was young, Duan Hengye would definitely be an upgraded version of Duan Hengxing.

It might have been difficult to see him from a distance, but now that he was a little closer, he could see that the old man's skin was very poor. The layer of flesh was floating on top of his bones, like the bark of an old tree that had just survived the cold winter. Even though he had seen this man many times before, he already had this person's appearance in his memory. However, after seeing the Duke in an even worse condition with his own eyes, Duan Hengye couldn't help but be shocked by the other party's appearance.

However, Duan Hengye remained calm on the surface, not revealing his previous emotions.

The man lying on the hospital bed raised his eyelids again, then looked at Duan Hengye with a tired expression. After looking up and down for a while, he slowly said, "The first time I saw you, you were still a child … At that time, you were affected by an accident and lost your memory. You really looked like a person in a daze."

Many people in the Interstellar knew that Duan Hengye lost his memory after the accident. After Empress's family adopted him, the first thing they did was to take Duan Hengye for an in-depth physical examination. When the story was told, most people were in awe of the aristocratic family's care for the scientist's orphan.

However, only a small number of people knew that the reason they took Duan Hengye for a physical examination was to prove whether or not he really lost his memory.

Just as the man had said, after a series of tests, they quickly discovered that Duan Hengye had indeed lost his past memories. However, he had not lost his understanding of mecha and other knowledge.

Duan Hengye didn't say anything. The person on the bed continued, "Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, you're already the director of the Institute of Machine Learning …"

Because he was standing very close to the man, the mist-like drug that surrounded him had also infected the Duan Hengye. Duan Hengye did not know what it was. He only knew that it was extremely bitter. After standing there for a while, Duan Hengye felt a little dizzy.

Although the old man had been a typical hedonistic son of a rich family in his youth, his ability to judge people wasn't bad at all. He could see some discomfort on Duan Hengye's face. He suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, I called you here … because I wanted to see you." As the man spoke, he showed a loving expression.

Duan Hengye didn't know what kind of reaction he would give if the person standing here wasn't him but the original 'Duan Hengye' who had been brainwashed. However, when combined with the memories he had of this place, Duan Hengye didn't believe that the person in front of him just wanted to see him.

Although the man in front of him was the head of this huge family in name, his life was clearly coming to an end. Living in a family like this, Duan Hengye believed that even the head of the family would most likely turn himself into bait for the family's benefit. But … why did they call him here?

Duan Hengye's relationship with the royal family and the Empress family was very delicate. He had already stopped the consulting business with the other side for a long time. However, the relationship between the two sides hadn't been completely cut off. For example, they would still provide Duan Hengye with the special temporary antidote from time to time, as if to remind him of his identity.