Guan Shanyue's doubt, "I'm obviously in Japan, how long have I fainted? What is the number now?"
Looking at him like this, Yang Zimei understood that he might have amnesia, and he was still selectively amnesia.
She tried to ask, "Mr. Guan, then how many months and days before you fainted?"
"Isn't it July 23, 1992?"
Guan Shanyue asked in doubt.
"It's July 2003."
Yang Zi frowned.
Guan Shanyue looked at her in doubt, "How is this possible? You are lied to me."
Yang Zimei pointed at the calendar on the wall.
Guan Shanyue looked at it for a while, and then looked down at his slightly purple and black hand, and let Yang Zimei give him the mirror.
Yang Zimei handed him a small mirror to him.
Guan Shanyue picked up the mirror photo.
Seeing that his face in the mirror was golden, his lips were green, and his face was ten years old than his memory.
"What is going on? I'm dreaming, or?" Or? "
He was unable to hang the mirror and ask Yang Zimei.
"Do you remember Miss Jingming?"
Yang Zimei asked.
"I heard that it is the heir of the Japanese Jingming family. It is very mysterious and few people can meet her."
When Guan Shanyue said this, there was not much expression on his face, as if talking about the name of a stranger.
It seems that he was really stimulated by Sadako, so he had a selective amnesia. He sealed all the memories related to Sadako.
This selective amnesia is also an instinct protection.
The damage is so great, forget it.
Yang Zimei didn't say much.
"What is going on? Why is my face so bad? Is it poisoned?"
Guan Shanyue touched the purple and black on the nail.
Yang Zimei nodded.
"It turned out to be poisoned."
Guan Shanyue's tone was faint, as if poisoning was very reasonable, and he did not disclose survival **.
"Maybe, I can try to help you treat it. It is impossible for it, but it can slow down your pain and prolong your life."
Yang Zimei's compassion.
Guan Shanyue smiled, "Thank you, since the poisoning is deep, I have no interest in it, everything will follow."
His face was smiling, but he hid deep sadness in the eyes.
He has amnesia. This sorrow should not be because of Sadako.
Maybe it's because his lower limbs are paralyzed.
Yang Zimei's medical skills are not even clever, and it is not a fairy. It is completely unable to be paralyzed.
"I want to go out and work hard."
Guan Shanyue looked at her.
Yang Zimei nodded, bent, and supported him from the bed to the wheelchair.
She just wanted to push him, and was rejected by him, "I'm here, although I can't walk freely, I can still rely on wheelchairs."
Yang Zimei didn't want to hurt his self -esteem, let him move out of the wheelchair himself.
Yang Zimei had to follow behind.
"Zimei, come over to help me a busy."
Lan Yaya saw her and beckoned to her.
Yang Zimei looked at Guanshan Yue.
Guan Shanyue looked at the elegant layout, fresh air, and smiled at her back, "You are busy with you, I turned around myself."
"Um."
Yang Zimei nodded and instructed the ripple to follow him aside, so as not to surprise.
Guan Shanyue pushed the wheelchair on the green stone road in the courtyard, breathing fresh air with a happy mood, watching the flowers blooming in the courtyard, and the flying butterfly dragonfly, and felt like to come to the world.
He could see deeply, and did not notice that there was a piece of stone in the front, and the wheelchair was turned over by the gravel. Because of his weakness, he was unable to drive a slave chair, which caused the whole person to fall to the ground and was pressed by a wheelchair.
Can't move.
A woman wearing a maid came over, her face was beautiful, her expression was cold.
She walked to his side, righteous wheelchairs, bent and hugged him, and hugged them on the wheelchair.
Smell the faint Yixiang from her, touching her delicate and soft skin, his heart moves ...