After learning that Mrs. Sikong had woken up, everyone was mentally prepared for Mrs. Sikong to be paralyzed or have a speech impediment.
Fortunately, Mrs. Sikong only has difficulty moving half of her body, has no speech impediment, and her mind is very clear.[
This made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
For stroke patients, this level is already a very good situation.
The first thing that Mrs. Sikong did when she woke up was to ask Haiyue whether the picture of Sikong Manor that was forcibly transmitted through satellite that day was true.
"Hai Yue, Jing Qiu is really Yi Zhentian's son?" When Old Mrs. Sikong asked this question, her voice could not suppress her excitement and trembled, as if she was enduring great pain.
Haiyue had no way to answer her, let alone confirm whether the DNA paternity test was true——
Yi Zhentian died three years ago. Now, no one can confirm the authenticity of the paternity test report, and no one can confirm whether Jing Qiu is Yi Zhentian's son.
unless……
Recover your own memory.
After stopping the medication, in addition to occasional brief blindness, she also had some vague fragments flashing through her mind, but those images were extremely blurry.
If, as Lin Changguo said, she was at the scene when Yi Zhentian suffered a myocardial infarction, then only she can confirm whether Jingqiu is Yi Zhentian's son.
but……
Once all memories are restored, it should be a long time before that happens.
Haiyue sighed slightly and comforted Mrs. Sikong, "Grandma, take a good rest first and don't think too much."
"Answer my question first, is Jing Qiu Yi Zhentian's son?" Mrs. Sikong insisted on wanting an answer.
"Is it... important?" Haiyue lowered her eyes, her voice seemed to float from the distant sky.
Jing Qiu's life and death are uncertain, so what's the point of talking about his life experience now?
Whether Sikong Jingqiu is Yi Zhentian's son may not matter to Haiyue, but to Mrs. Sikong, it is an extremely unbearable matter.