Chapter 357 Fu Linghe is going to undergo hypnosis treatment

Yun Zheng's hand was tightly clenched with the longevity lock, her eyes were red, and she looked like a little rabbit.

"Don't cry, I feel bad." Fu Linghe raised his hand to wipe away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of her eyes, and touched her cheek soothingly.

He took Yun Zheng into his arms and patted her back gently.

The ward suddenly became quiet, with only the rustling sound of swaying tree shadows outside the window.

Yun Zheng leaned on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and her tense nerves finally slowly relaxed.

After an unknown amount of time, a slight knock on the door broke the silence.

Fu Linghe gently let go of Yun Zheng and stood up to open the door.

A young nurse was standing outside the door, holding a thermal bag in her hand.

"Mr. Fu, excuse me. This is the lunch Mr. Mo ordered."

The nurse smiled and handed the bag over. "Mr. Mo said you two didn't get enough rest last night, so he asked the kitchen to prepare something light for you to have lunch before you rest."

Fu Linghe thanked him and took it. When he turned around, he found that Yun Zheng had fallen asleep leaning against the head of the bed.

She was still holding the longevity lock in her hand, with tears still hanging on her eyelashes, reflecting tiny light and shadows in the sunlight.

He carefully placed the thermal bag on the table, took out a blanket and carefully covered her with it.

Yun Zheng, who was sleeping, seemed to sense something and leaned towards him unconsciously. The longevity lock swayed gently with her movement.

Fu Linghe gazed at her tired yet peaceful sleeping face, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowing.

He leaned over and gave her a light kiss on the forehead, then picked up his phone, walked to the window, and called Jiang Chenyu.

The phone was almost ringing when the person on the other end picked up. His voice was hoarse and murmured with sleepiness. "Boss, do you know what jet lag is? Can't you let me sleep?"

Fu Linghe ignored the wailing of the people over there and said in a low voice, "Don't sleep anymore, get up quickly, I have something important to tell you."

Jiang Chenyu listened to Fu Linghe's serious tone and sat up suddenly from the bed, his voice full of helplessness, "Talk about it! Hurry up, I'm listening!"

Fu Linghe was silent for a moment, and Jiang Chenyu on the other end of the phone was almost falling asleep while sitting.

I was suddenly awakened by the voice coming from the phone.

"Didn't you say before that amnesia could be cured through hypnosis?"

Jiang Chenyu reached out and pinched himself. He was so cruel to himself that the pain in his leg made him sober up instantly.

"Didn't you say you didn't want hypnosis?"

Jiang Chenyu mentioned this treatment method to Fu Linghe at the beginning, but there is a risk that he will lose all his memory during the treatment process.

Fu Linghe refused decisively as soon as he heard it.

He didn't care about it anymore.

"Please arrange some reliable hypnotists for me. I want to give it a try."

There was no emotion in Fu Linghe's calm voice, but the way he clenched the phone still revealed his nervousness at the moment.

"Hmm~, it just so happens that my hypnotist friend is also in Country A recently, I'll tell him." Jiang Chenyu did not hide the sleepiness in his tone, and even spoke with a hazy sleepiness.

Fu Linghe heard a muffled "bang" sound from the other end of the phone, as if Jiang Chenyu had fallen back onto the bed.

"Boss... I'll contact him right away..." Jiang Chenyu's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into the sound of even breathing.

Fu Linghe hung up the phone helplessly. When he turned around, he found that Yun Zheng had woken up and was leaning against the head of the bed looking at him.

The sunlight shone on her face through the gaps in the curtains, and the longevity locks on her neck cast a soft light.

"Did I wake you up?" He walked back to the bed and reached out to smooth her hair which was a little messy from sleeping.

Yun Zheng shook her head and held his hand. "Are you looking for a hypnotist?"

Fu Linghe sat down beside her, his fingertips gently stroking the skin on the inside of her wrist. "Well, Jiang Chenyu knows a good one."

Yun Zheng raised her hand and grasped Fu Linghe's wrist, her brows slightly furrowed. "Actually, it doesn't matter whether you want to wake up or not. Just let it go. I don't want you to take any risks."

Fu Linghe knew that Yun Zheng was worried about him, but he knew even more clearly that his memory could no longer stay at the age of 17.

At the age of 17, I had no decision-making ability at all and had no way to help Yun Zheng.

It seemed like he could do nothing but hold her back.

He had to recover his lost memories as soon as possible. He knew that the 27-year-old Fu Linghe could never be as incompetent as him!

Fu Linghe did not answer Yun Zheng, but gently held her in his arms.

"Mo Shian just had lunch delivered. It's still hot. How about eating something before you rest?"

Yun Zheng wanted to say something, but Fu Linghe gently pressed her lips.

His deep eyes held an undeniable tenderness. "Let's eat first, ok?"

When the insulated box was opened, the fragrance instantly filled the entire ward.

Fu Linghe carefully helped Yun Zheng set up the small table and placed the light porridge and side dishes on the table.

"Have some of this." He scooped a spoonful of yam and pork ribs porridge and blew it gently to cool it down.

Yun Zheng looked at his serious profile and suddenly reached out to hold his wrist. "Fu Linghe, look at me."

Fu Linghe raised his eyes and met her worried gaze.

"Are you blaming yourself?" Yun Zheng asked pointedly, her fingers unconsciously stroking the longevity lock. "Do you feel like you can't help now?"

Fu Linghe's hand stiffened slightly.

"I understand you." Yun Zheng's voice was very soft. "I know what 17-year-old Fu Linghe is thinking better than anyone else."

The sunlight outside the window was suddenly blocked by clouds, and the ward became a little darker.

Fu Linghe put down his spoon and said in a low voice, "A 27-year-old Fu Linghe would definitely not be so incompetent."

"I don't allow you to say that about yourself." Yun Zheng suddenly raised her voice, her eyes red again. "Whether you're 17 or 27, you're still my Fu Linghe."

Fu Linghe's heart warmed up and he tightened his arms, "Okay."

Although he agreed verbally, his decision to undergo hypnosis treatment would not change.

The two had a simple lunch and rested in the room for a while, then Yun Zheng went to Ning Zhi's ward.

When she woke up from her sleep, she felt more energetic and not as fragile as yesterday.

Seeing Yun Zheng come in, her originally dim eyes instantly lit up, "Zheng Zheng...you're here."

Yun Zheng walked quickly to the bedside and held Ning Zhi's outstretched hand.

The hand was warmer than in the morning, but still so thin that the pale blue veins could be seen.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked softly, her eyes scanning the steadily beating numbers on the bedside monitor.

Ning Zhi nodded, and her fingertips carefully touched the longevity lock around Yun Zheng's neck, as if to confirm that this was not another dream.

"This lock... looks really good on you."

The sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting a flickering streak of light on the silver lock.

Yun Zheng suddenly discovered that there were very small words engraved on the inside of the chain - "My daughter is safe."

Her throat tightened and she lowered her head to hide the redness in her eyes.

Mo Shian stood up at the right time and said, "I'll go ask the doctor about tomorrow's examination schedule."

As he passed by Yun Zheng, he gently pressed her shoulder.

The mother and daughter were the only ones left in the room.

Ning Zhi didn't know what to say to Yun Zheng, so she just sat there quietly looking at her.

Even though Yun Zheng was right in front of her, she still felt it was unreal.

Yun Zheng noticed Ning Zhi's gaze, gently held her slightly cold hand, and placed her palm against her cheek.

"Feel it, I'm really here." She curled her eyes, tears still lingering on her eyelashes. "I'm not dreaming."

Ning Zhi's fingers trembled as she stroked her daughter's face, from her brow to her jaw, cherishing every inch as if it were a fragile treasure.

"How have you been these years?"

Although Ning Zhi had heard Mo Chenfeng talk a lot about Yun Zheng, she was greedy and wanted to know more.

"Actually, I'm doing pretty well. My adoptive parents were very good to me before, and then I met Fu Linghe. In short, I always have someone by my side, so I'm not alone."

In the end, Yun Zheng chose not to tell anyone about the things that had caused her to sever ties with the Yun family.

Some things are over and done with, and Yun Zheng feels there is no point in bringing them up again.

"And the elders of the Fu family are also very kind to me. They treat me like their own child."

As Yun Zheng spoke, her fingertips unconsciously stroked the patterns on the longevity lock.

The sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting a small shadow under her eyelashes.

Ning Zhi's gaze suddenly fell on Yun Zheng's right wrist, where there was a shallow scar, as if it had been cut by a sharp weapon.

Her breathing suddenly became rapid and the monitor issued a "beeping" alarm.

"What's happening..." Ning Zhi grabbed her daughter's wrist tremblingly.

Yun Zheng subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but ultimately let her mother touch the scar.

"I got scratched accidentally when I was a kid." She explained softly, but saw Ning Zhi's tears falling on the white sheets.

"It's all my fault..." Ning Zhi suddenly started coughing violently, clutching the corner of the quilt with her knuckles turning white. "If I had been able to protect you back then..."

Yun Zheng hurriedly pressed the call bell and at the same time helped Ning Zhi up and leaned her against her shoulder.

She smelled the faint medicinal fragrance in her mother's hair, mixed with the smell of hospital disinfectant, which made her nose inexplicably sore.

The nurse rushed over and injected Ning Zhi with a sedative.

After her breathing stabilized, Yun Zheng discovered that her longevity lock had been tightly grasped in Ning Zhi's hand at some point, and the silver chain was gleaming between her pale fingers.

"Don't think too much." Yun Zheng gently pried open Ning Zhi's fingers and put the longevity lock back on. "It's all right now."

Ning Zhi shook her head weakly, her eyes falling on the suitcase in the corner of the ward.

Yun Zheng understood and took out a faded embroidered cloth bag.

Inside was a yellowed photo album and several letters with frayed edges.

"For the past five years... I've written to you every year." Ning Zhi's voice was as light as a feather, "Although I don't know where to send it..."

Yun Zheng opened the top letter. The letter was written in neat and beautiful handwriting. "I'm sorry, I lost you. It's been 20 years. Where have you been? My baby."

"The jasmine and gardenia flowers in the yard are blooming today. They are both my mother's favorite flowers. Do you like them too?"

"Today is your birthday. It's the 24th birthday that Mom has missed. Happy birthday! Mom will find you."

"I heard from you again today. Could it be you this time?"

A tear blurred the ink.

She suddenly noticed a blurry mark in the lower right corner of the letter paper, which was half a lotus.

Yun Zheng unconsciously raised her hand and gently stroked the lines on it.

"This is the Mohist family crest." Ning Zhi explained softly, observing her movements. "The twin lotus flowers best represent the bond between family members."

Yun Zheng looked at the Mo family crest and was stunned for a moment, then the ward door was suddenly pushed open.

Fu Linghe stood at the door, his silver hair a little messy and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Zheng Zheng," his voice was unusually tense, "The hypnotist arranged by Jiang Chenyu has arrived and is going to the top floor for treatment."

Yun Zheng stood up suddenly, the longevity lock hitting her collarbone with a crisp sound. "Go now? Didn't we agree that there's no rush?"

"Well, now." Fu Linghe looked at Yun Zheng with a firm expression.

Ning Zhi, who was originally sitting quietly on the hospital bed, suddenly lost control of her emotions when she heard the word "hypnosis". She grabbed Yun Zheng's wrist with her knuckles turning white, "Don't...hypnosis..."

Her pupils contracted violently, and she pounded her head in pain, "I don't want to forget my daughter, I don't want to..."

“Please…”

Before he could finish his words, the monitor suddenly issued a shrill alarm.

When the medical staff rushed in, Yun Zheng was pushed aside and could only watch Ning Zhi fall into coma again.

"What's going on?" She grabbed the nearest nurse and asked nervously.

"The patient is agitated and has fallen into a coma," the nurse explained hurriedly. "He needs immediate medical attention!"

Fu Linghe hugged the trembling Yun Zheng in his arms.

Her longevity lock was placed between the two of them, and the cold metal was gradually warmed by her body temperature.