Shengge, who was groggy, could vaguely hear the conversation between the doctor and Ji Yuting clearly.
Intermittent forgetting?
Cliché amnesia?
When she was 15 years old, Lu Yage injected nerve-destroying drugs into her neck and pushed her into the sea.
She has already lost her memory once.
How could such a mere stick lead to amnesia so easily?
He likes to stop talking and makes alarmist remarks.
Why are they the same as her second brother? Do doctors like to intimidate patients’ family members?
She sighed helplessly in her heart. Her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't lift them up. The injury on the back of her head still ached faintly. Her whole body felt tired and she was terribly dizzy.
Shengge said nothing and continued to rest with her eyes closed.
After the doctor left, the ward returned to silence.
Ji Yuting held her hand tightly, and she could clearly feel the other person trembling.
And it was shaking quite badly.
Within two minutes, a very light sob could be heard, and water droplets fell on the back of her hand.
Ji Yuting is crying?
She was confused. Wasn't she still alive? Why did it look like she was dead?
As hot tears continued to fall on the back of her hands, her heart seemed to be burned, and she felt faintly uncomfortable.
She broke free from the shackles of fatigue, opened her eyes half-closed, and looked at Ji Yuting at the bedside.
Ji Yuting's eyes were red, and his black eyes were full of heartbroken grief. His handsome face was covered with tears, and he was extremely desperate.
This was the first time I saw him look like he was about to collapse.
She moved her fingers helplessly, and Ji Yuting sensed it immediately and raised his eyes to look at her.
"Shengsheng is awake. Are you still feeling uncomfortable? I'll call the doctor."
He made a gesture to stand up, but Shengge held his hand instead.
Shengge had a pale face and struggled to speak out: "...you?" Why are you crying so sadly?
Her body was so exhausted that she could only complete a sentence by one word.
Ji Yuting stared at her in shock for a while, keenly seeing the question in her eyes.
Those black eyes didn't have time to be surprised for a while before they fell back into deeper despair.
Tears fell uncontrollably. He lowered his head and laid his forehead on the back of her hand. Tiny but broken sobs kept coming out.
"As expected...you have lost your memory. How could you forget me? How could you..."
Shengge: “??”
"We have gone through such hard days together, and we still have two cute babies. How can you forget..."
Shengge: "..."
She looked helplessly at the always calm and proud man in front of her. Now he was lying beside her hospital bed, crying so hard that his shoulders were hunched, and his height of 1.88 meters shrunk to a small size.
When I cry, I feel pitiful and desperate.
This was the first time he saw Ji Yuting losing control like this, and it really scared him.
She sighed, mustering up her energy to coax him, "Stop crying, I haven't lost my memory."
Hearing her voice, Ji Yuting raised his sad eyes, still doubtful in his heart.
He sniffed the moisture from the tip of his nose, wiped his red eyes, and asked, "Then who am I?"
Shengge smiled: "Husband."
"What is my name?"
"Ji Yuting."
In order to reassure him, Shengge answered quickly without any hesitation.
The big rock hanging in Ji Yuting's heart did indeed sink a bit, and his sanity returned little by little.
He continued to ask: "Then what is the name of the baby boy we gave birth to?"