Fang Nan coughed lightly and bowed obsequiously: "Big brother, don't worry, it's nothing at all. My sister was just joking with him."

The policeman snorted coldly, took down the two men's addresses, and repeatedly emphasized that he would follow up before letting them go.

"It's nothing serious. It's just a broken skin, and it looks scary, but don't panic. The blood clots from a while ago have disappeared, and it's healing quite well," the doctor said, pointing to Song Hengjue's X-ray.

Yang Qingheng listened attentively, glanced towards the door, and only asked softly when she found Song Hengjue was not there: "You said before that his amnesia might be due to a blood clot, but now that the blood clot has disappeared, he doesn't seem to remember anything at all..."

"No one can guarantee a full recovery, but there's a high chance of it," the doctor sighed, patting her shoulder.

Yang Qingheng's eyes dimmed, and she nodded with difficulty, "Thank you, doctor." She took the medical record and headed outside.

As soon as he opened the car door, Fang Nan quickly turned his head, put a finger to his lips, and pointed to Song Hengjue, who was sleeping with his head tilted back in the back seat.

Yang Qingheng understood, pointed to the steering wheel to signal him to drive, and quietly climbed into the car.

The doctor's words still echoed in my ears.

Yang Qingheng didn't know what was wrong with her; she just felt her thoughts were in complete chaos.

Song Hengjue's sudden amnesia brought her too many troubles.

She couldn't keep using illness as an excuse to avoid going to the company. There was also Xu Lan's child. She discovered that Song Hengjue was sending money to Xu Lan every year. Why was that? And what about the awkward relationship with the "young" Song Hengjue? How was she supposed to deal with that?

Each one of them was a challenge for her, and she desperately wanted to get everything back on track, but Song Hengjue's memory was slow to return.

A furry head landed on her shoulder, interrupting her thoughts. The man's eyes were tightly closed, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line, as if he was sleeping restlessly.

Yang Qingheng unconsciously softened her breathing and carefully supported his head to find a more comfortable position.

Song Hengjue struggled slightly, the wrinkles between his brows deepening: "It hurts." He mumbled hoarsely with dissatisfaction, then fell back asleep.

Yang Qingheng realized she had accidentally touched his wound and pulled back as if she had been electrocuted. She touched his lips with concern; his lips, which were already pale, looked even more fragile after the injury.

No wonder that policeman felt so sorry for him; he really does look like a male version of Lin Daiyu.

A sense of regret welled up inside me after a while.

He had amnesia and was already panicked. Why did she scare him this morning? Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten hurt.

"What are you looking at?" Li Jiaoyan asked curiously as she came out of the ward and saw Li Nian staring intently in the direction of the hospital entrance.

Li Nian suppressed the dark light in his eyes and glanced at her: "Finished the inspection? Satisfied?"

"This is your child too, what kind of attitude is this?" Li Jiaoyan was secretly annoyed. She thought that after having a child, Li Nian would at least treat her better because of the child. She didn't expect that he would not only not treat her well, but would treat her even worse than when he treated his lover, always giving her a cold look.

Li Qing's contemptuous gaze swept over her from head to toe, making Li Jiaoyan feel like she wasn't his wife, but rather a piece of disgusting garbage.

"Just because I showed you some respect doesn't mean you can really think of yourself as Mrs. Li."

Did they really think that Li Nian would marry some village girl from some remote mountain village? That's laughable.

Li Jiaoyan panicked and grabbed his sleeve tightly: "What do you mean?"