Meng Chen nodded: "I'll go there later."

Qiao Sinian fell into deep thought.

There is a high possibility of congestion in the brain and sudden awakening. I just don’t know if it is transient or permanent amnesia.

Qiao Sinian frowned and lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

My head was still aching, and the colic in my heart never disappeared.

"Master Qiao, don't go, I'll go there and report it truthfully when I come back." Meng Chen said hurriedly.

"Prepare the car." Qiao Sinian ordered and entered the locker room.

"..." Meng Chen was helpless.

Qiao Sinian quickly changed into a white shirt, unbuttoned two of the buttons on the neckline. Although his face was pale, it could not hide his innate aura.

Noble and cold.

When I went out, I happened to meet Han Yurou.

"Master Qiao, are you going out? It's very hot outside. I'll help you with what if I have anything to do?" Han Yurou said hurriedly.

This body has not recovered yet, why are you going out? It’s very important?

"You go back first." Qiao Sinian said.

"Oh, okay, then you should be careful." Han Yurou knew that Qiao Sinian always said something, "Mr. Meng, please trouble you, take good care of Mr. Qiao."

"Know."

Qiao Sinian and Meng Chen walked downstairs side by side.

Han Yurou behind her sighed, what important thing is more important than her own body?

How can I eat it if I continue like this?

She knew that Qiao Sinian was busy with work and had many social engagements.

But you can't overdraw your body like this...

Meng Chen drove to another hospital. Along the way, Qiao Sinian had called Fang Cheng’s attending physician.

Fang Cheng had just woken up and sat on the hospital bed, saying nothing, not moving.

After examination, Fang Cheng really lost his memory and could not remember anything.

But the doctor is not sure how long he will recover his memory.

If there is any major stimulation, it may recover in one or two days. If not, it may be like this for the rest of your life.

Qiao Sinian's face was deep, and there was a deep and invisible depth in her eyes, like a deep pool of water, and it was bottomless.

Enter the ward.

Fang Cheng was standing at the window, with the light blue curtains half-pulled, and he stood alone silently without saying a word.

After lying in bed for nearly half a year, he lost weight again.

I was already thin, but now I looked thinner, and my wide-sized hospital gown was empty.

The nurse had cut his hair for him, but it was refreshing, just like before.

Qiao Sinian and Meng Chen entered the ward at the same time, and the doctor followed behind.

Hearing the movement, Fang Cheng turned his head and looked at Qiao Sinian with surprise and unsightly eyes.

His face was pale and bloodless, but he was still very young, looking like a big boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.

Especially the shallow broken bangs make him look younger and younger.

Fang Cheng looked at Qiao Sinian and Meng Chen blankly, without saying a word.

The only person he is familiar with now is the doctor behind them. When he wakes up, the doctor he sees the most.

"Fangcheng." Qiao Sinian shouted and walked forward.

"Who are you?" Fang Cheng's head began to ache, and pain was everywhere between his eyebrows.

He can't remember this man.

There is no sense of familiarity at all.

"He is the Master Qiao I told you." The doctor stepped forward to coax Fang Cheng, "Do you still remember?"

Fang Cheng shook his head blankly, with no luster in his eyes.

Pupils tighten and eyes are distracted.

He really doesn't know Master Qiao.
Chapter completed!