Upon hearing this question, Ji Mingjing's expression stiffened slightly.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

“You injured people can’t decide for yourselves. A doctor has to examine you to determine if you’re really okay. Give me your hand.”

After You Song finished speaking, he took Ji Mingjing's pulse himself.

Ji Mingjing looked at his bodyguard who was dragging him down: "Ji Kong, come here."

Ji Kong walked over, but felt a chill on her neck.

Ji Mingjing put his other hand on Rongrong's shoulder, released her, and said to her, "You've worked hard. Go back and rest."

"I'm not tired."

Rongrong didn't leave; she wanted to know the extent of his injuries.

But Ji Mingjing dismissed them, saying, "Go back. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Rongrong met his gaze, and finally turned and left.

On her way back to the attic, she reflected on what had happened that night. Everything seemed normal until he insisted on coming with her to the cellar, and then something seemed off.

Did he remember something?

When Wu Bao left, she said that she could take Ji Mingjing to do things that she and he had done before, to places that were memorable, in order to stimulate the other person's nervous system and thus restore their memories.

Tonight was her first time preparing, and the way she addressed him was natural and not deliberate, so it shouldn't cause him any resistance.

Will he ever think back to the past, even a little bit?

After all, he could count the number of times he had heard the title "Brother Jin" on one hand.

He had so desperately wanted her to call him Brother Jin.

After Rongrong left, Ji Mingjing pushed Ji Kong away with one hand and withdrew the other.

“Mr. You, I’m fine,” he said.

You Song was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized something and clicked his tongue twice in a teasing tone: "You're even more troublesome than that little tyrant!"

Ji Mingjing walked to the sofa and sat down.

Ji Kong hadn't reacted yet.

You Song followed over, grinning and gossiping, "Let me see, where did you hurt yourself?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Ji Mingjing's handsome face.

"Self-harm?"

Ji Kong stared in disbelief, and immediately fell silent when the patriarch's sharp gaze swept over him.

He suddenly understood everything!

The patriarch ordered him to take Old Master You away so as to create an opportunity for him to be alone with Miss Rongrong!

If he heard that the head of the family was injured and brought Elder You back, wouldn't that be a case of good intentions gone wrong?

Holy crap!

No wonder he felt a cool sensation on his neck!

Ji Kong felt deeply ashamed and lowered his head, saying, "I'm sorry, Patriarch."

Ji Mingjing, feeling embarrassed and angry that her thoughts had been guessed, snapped, "Shut up!"

Ji Kong remained silent.

But a question suddenly popped into his head. He really wanted to ask it, but he didn't dare to. He had a hesitant expression on his face, which made You Song feel conflicted for him.

You Song looked at the faint red mark on his right foot and her eyes twitched: "No wonder you chased Rongrong away. You even had someone help you back for such a minor bump and bruise. Looking at it this way, you're even weaker than that little princess!"

Ji Mingjing, a grown man, was told by a doctor that he was physically weak?

Instantly, his handsome face turned ashen, as if ink could drip from it.

You Song immediately sensed something was wrong and stood up abruptly, saying, "I'll go back and get you some tonics. I guarantee you'll be full of energy again soon!"

He left as soon as he finished speaking.

Ji Kong watched his retreating figure with envy; he also wanted to leave...

The atmosphere in the living room grew increasingly oppressive, like the calm before a storm.

Ji Kong thought to himself, "Whether I stick my neck out or not, I might as well get hurt anyway," and asked directly, "Patriarch, have you regained all your memories?"

Ji Mingjing immediately looked at him as if he were a fool.

madness.

Although there are many ways to treat amnesia, the treatment varies from person to person. Some people never remember anything in their entire lives, while others will gradually remember.

Is it normal for someone like him to forget only one person and everything between them?

Ji Mingjing asked calmly, "What did Chen Jingshui say when you made the call?"

Ji Kong paused for a moment, then answered truthfully: "It was Elder You who asked him how he got injured and whether he could still walk. He said he was fine and not injured. Elder You had dialed the wrong number and then hung up."

Ji Mingjing pressed his temples in anger.

"Why is it Old You talking on the phone? Don't you have a mouth?"

"Old Master You said he was a doctor, it would have been better if he had just asked... I'm sorry, Patriarch, I was wrong."

Ji Kong knew he had messed up the job. If he had asked Chen Jingshui, the other party would definitely have said: That's right, the president said I strained my back, so I strained my back. If your doctors couldn't find it, then you are incompetent!

Ji Mingjing had already guessed it.

But I still feel uneasy, like I'm stuck in a rut, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Go do five hundred push-ups to clear your head."

"Yes, Master."

Ji Kong quickly left the main courtyard.

Meanwhile, back in the attic, Rongrong, having finished her bath, sat on the bed, utterly perplexed.

Now that she can't get through to Wu Bao by phone, she has no choice but to ask Rou Rou for help.

The call connected, and Rongrong asked, "Rourou, are you free now?"

Having just finished a fierce battle, someone went out to prepare dinner. Yan Yirou was lying in bed, not wanting to move, but upon hearing this, she immediately perked up: "It's convenient, just say whatever you want."

Rongrong didn't want to take up too much of her time, so she got straight to the point: "Do you know how to tell if someone has real amnesia or is faking it?"

Yan Yirou exclaimed, "Huh? Didn't you test him before to make sure he really had amnesia?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure now."

At first, Rongrong thought he was faking it, so she brought him different meals every day, sometimes deliberately making the dishes taste bad. Ji Mingjing would spit them out after just one bite. There were other people in the ward at the time, but he didn't give them any face.

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