After hearing this, Xing Baiyong looked at Song Yuli and Nangong Yu beside him with some hesitation.

Seeing this, An Shiquan waved his hand dismissively: "We're all family, go ahead and speak, it's nothing."

Since the head of the household had spoken, Xing Baiyong had nothing to worry about. Recalling the examination he had just undergone, he couldn't help but smile.

“Uncle, when I examined Mu Jia twenty years ago, I found a large blood clot on the back of his head. At that time, I told you that this blood clot was pressing on Mu Jia’s nerves, which might cause Mu Jia’s memory to become confused or even amnesia. There was also the possibility that Mu Jia would suffer a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and then leave us.”

Upon hearing this, An Shiquan subconsciously glanced at Song Yuli, feeling a pang of guilt and heartache.

When An Mujia woke up that year, no one forgot her except for her and her mother.

Song Yuli bit her lip and silently lowered her head. Seeing this, Nangong Yu reached out and ruffled her hair, then smiled slightly at her.

Seeing the exchange of glances among them, Xing Baiyong was a little confused. He pursed his lips and continued to speak with a smile: "But, after I examined Mu Jia just now, I found that the blood clot on the back of his head has disappeared. So, Uncle, you don't have to worry anymore."

Upon hearing this, An Shiquan's eyes instantly reddened: "Really?"

So, from now on, he can finally stop living in fear?

Can he now enjoy his retirement like Lao Nan?

Xing Baiyong nodded: "How could I dare to lie to you, Uncle? Everything I said is true."

An Shiquan was so excited that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"well."

Xing Baiyong stepped forward to help An Shiquan and said, "Uncle, Mu Jia has woken up now. You can go in and see him."

An Shiquan nodded, but stopped after taking his first step. He turned back to look at Song Yuli and invited, "Ali, let's go in together. Mu Jia will be very happy to see you."

Song Yuli didn't want to go at first, but when she saw the pleading look in An Shiquan's eyes, she immediately softened: "Okay."

...

Since waking up, An Mujia has been leaning against the hospital bed, looking haggard as she gazes into the distance, her sharp eyes filled with red blood vessels.

"Mu Jia, your uncle has come to see you."

Hearing this, An Mujia turned his gaze to the doorway and saw An Shiquan's hair, which had turned silver-white. He hesitated for a moment, then called out in a hoarse voice, "Dad."

An Shiquan felt a pang of sadness at the sound of "Dad." Looking into the depths of An Mujia's eyes, he knew that An Mujia must have remembered something.

"Bai Yong, thank you. You can go out now."

Xing Baiyong nodded.

After Xing Baiyong left, An Shiquan said, "Mu Jia, Ali and A Yu have also arrived."

After saying that, An Shiquan led Song Yuli and Nangong Yu in.

When An Mujia saw Song Yuli, her eyes instantly reddened.

His hands were clenched tightly, veins bulging on his arms, and his eyes were filled with regret and pain.

"I'm...I'm sorry."

Song Yuli pursed her cherry lips slightly, and after a long while, she slowly spoke: "You... have you remembered everything?"

An Mujia nodded painfully.

He truly hated himself. How could he remember everyone but forget Song Leqing and his daughter, who were the loves of his life?