Shi Wei, who was sitting on the side and watching the attending physician and Ishigami Kashiwa, thought about it, took out his mobile phone to search, and then reported to his father.

"Dad, a concussion is a temporary brain dysfunction that occurs immediately after a blow to the head."

"...What's the point of you reading this to me?" Shi Shangbai looked at Shi Wei for a moment and asked.

"The disturbance of consciousness caused by concussion is relatively mild and short-lived, which can be as short as a few seconds or minutes, but not more than half an hour." Shi Wei continued to read, and after he finished reading, he looked at Shi Shangbai and pointed at himself, "Dad, do you know who I am? Am I a young man or an old man?"

"...Are you crazy again, kid? You still act like an old man!" Ishigami Bai stretched out his left hand and knocked on his forehead with difficulty.

"It seems that your loss of consciousness did not exceed half an hour. Why did the doctor treat you as if you were still unconscious..." Shi Wei thought about what the attending doctor said, and continued to read the following, "Could it be recent amnesia? After waking up, you can't recall the situation at the time of injury and the injury process, but you can clearly recall the things before the injury..."

Shi Wei concluded, "Dad, you just forgot about this recent incident and couldn't explain the bone reset situation clearly, so the doctor told you that."

"You're such a smart kid!" Ishigami Bai stretched out his left hand and poked him hard on the forehead. "I haven't forgotten what happened recently. I remember the situation after I was injured very clearly. I fainted after the bone was reset!"

At the end, he spoke a little louder, and his head ached again, and he felt nauseous, so he lay down carefully. Shi Wei carefully helped him lie down, and sighed at the 'weak' Shi Shangbai, "... Now that you are in the hospital, my life will be more difficult."

"Don't be sad. No matter how miserable you are, you still have to go to school." Ishigami Bai responded calmly.

"..." Shi Wei wrinkled his nose. He couldn't play anymore.

After seeing all the aunts showing off their skills and styles coming to the ward, and the flower baskets, fruit baskets and greeting cards coming one after another, Shi Wei's face frowned. Shi Shangbai also frowned, enduring the various fragrances at the tip of his nose, and his face gradually darkened. Shi Wei sighed in his heart, it seems that the injury and the hospital gown have greatly reduced the lethality of his father's black face, so he has to help.

When Shi Wei was thinking about how to get rid of these beautiful aunts who "cared" for his father in all aspects and attentively, his father got angry and sent them away.

"Ugh..." The result of smelling all kinds of perfumes is glorious vomiting. Shi Shangbai vomited out readily, not noticing the women who were splashed with vomit and retreated with constipated faces. He just shouted skillfully, "Shi Wei!"

“…Here.” Shi Wei endured the sour smell of vomit, handed him the water, and held the spittoon for him to rinse his mouth.

After rinsing his mouth, he smelled the sour smell mixed with the scent of perfume. Just as Ishigami Bai was about to speak, the memory of him vomiting suddenly flashed through his mind. It was the same sour smell, but it was not mixed with the scent of perfume, but a smell that he didn't hate...

"..." Ishigami Bai frowned and tried hard to recall, but he could not remember anything else.

“…Assistant Shi, you should take good care of yourself first, we will come to see you later…” The beautiful women who were ignored resisted the urge to cover their noses and said goodbye in a hurry.

"..." The only answer they got was silence. Ishigami Bai was in a daze and didn't hear what they said, or he automatically blocked out the female voice at this time.

"Let's go..." With a stiff smile, several women raised the same gentle and kind smile on their faces and looked at Shi Wei, "Auntie is leaving, goodbye, little Shi Wei."

"Can't the aunties help control the cleaning machine to clean it up..." Shi Wei looked at their kind smiles and spoke innocently, raising the spittoon in his hand, "I'll go pour this out first... I'm afraid that Dad will vomit if he keeps smelling it."

"...Of course...I can help." I had to agree even with gritted teeth.

After holding his breath and finding the air purifier to control the cleaning, and increasing the air cleaning flow, when the sour smell in the air finally disappeared, Ishigami Kashiwa finally saw them, "Thank you so much, how can you come to see me..."

His words were very polite, but his expression didn't change at all. The women, whose faces were flushed from holding their breath, looked at him with a chill in their hearts. "No, no, then Assistant Shi, you should take good care of yourself." They said in unison and quickly left.

After leaving the ward, the women who had been fighting openly and secretly looked at each other and realized at the same time that the rumors were true, Ishigami Kashiwa hated women!

“…It’s quiet now.” Shi Wei looked at the ward with satisfaction, gathered the greeting cards that had been put together and gave them all to Shi Shangbai.

"…How come there are so many doctors…" Shi Wei opened each of the cards and read them one by one. After a few, Shi Shangbai became suspicious. If it weren't for the three words "Shi Shangbai" clearly written on them, he would have suspected that he had been admitted to the wrong hospital. When did his hospitalization cause so many doctors to be alarmed?

Ishigami Kashiwa looked at the greeting card in deep thought.

Zhu Jin stared blankly at the pile of greeting cards, invitations, and letters in front of him. There were so many of them, and the handwriting was so terrible...

"…These were all sent to you after you came back today. What Dad received is less than one tenth of what you received. Take a look." Su Mu watched Zhu Jin explain. As he spoke, his eyes could not help but fall on the clothes on Zhu Jin that were obviously ill-fitting. "Nan Nan, the clothes you are wearing…"

"There was a small accident at the media center and someone was injured. My clothes got dirty, so the nurse at the hospital lent me some clothes," Zhu Jin explained.

"Accident? Are you okay?" Su Mu asked nervously.

"I'm fine, it's just that Team Leader Changshan was frightened." Zhu Jin reflexively touched his right elbow and answered apologetically, "Team Leader Changshan was frightened today."

"Then apologize to him."

"Well, I apologized very well." Zhu Jin lowered his head to avoid Su Mu's face and cast his gaze on the invitation letter. He opened the first invitation letter, ... Hospital, inviting Zhu Jin to work in their hospital. Zhu Jin couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

Su Mu looked at Zhu Jin with a complicated look in his eyes. His eldest daughter really had lost her memory. It was not just amnesia, but she seemed like a different person.

Su Mu watched Zhu Jin quietly deal with the letter invitation, and stopped disturbing her. When he and Helian Lan returned to the room at bedtime, Su Mu couldn't help but say to Helian Lan, "Lan, have you noticed that our Nan Nan seems to have changed into a different person... Her medical skills and the ancient poems she wrote today, she never said before..."

Whether you turn on the TV or your phone, the topics that are overwhelming are related to Zhu Jin's afternoon interview, all of which are ancient poems from Blue Water Star. If nothing unexpected happens, ancient poems will become very popular in the coming time. Su Mu was originally worried that Zhu Jin would be treated too differently because of his status difference, but after an afternoon, he was worried that Zhu Jin's popularity would affect his life.

Of course, what he was more worried about or found more difficult to accept was Zhu Jin's abnormality. He had never heard that selective amnesia would turn out like this.

"I know what you're worried about, but she really is our daughter." Helian Lan paused, and after a moment of silence, he replied, "I heard that she had lost her memory and saw her abnormal behavior, so I found a way to do a DNA test. She is our daughter for sure."

“…That’s good.” Su Mu slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nannan, what are your plans for today?" The next morning, the family of four was having breakfast. Sumu was smiling as he looked at the harmonious family again.

“…I should be able to find a house, Dad. Do I have…money?” Zhu Jin thought for a moment and asked hesitantly.

"...The businesses under your name have always been profitable." Helian Lan, who was listening on the side, smiled helplessly and said, "Do you want to buy a house?"

"Yes, I saw a notice from the Medical Association yesterday, saying that they will come to evaluate me in the near future. Once the evaluation is passed, I will be allowed to officially register as a doctor with ancient medical skills in the hospital to see and treat patients. It will be more convenient for me to have an independent residence outside." Zhu Jin was relieved to hear that he had money on him. He nodded and answered Helian Lan, without saying anything about not using the money in Lian Nan's name.

Firstly, she had no money, and secondly, there was no need for her to be so pretentious. Changing her name and moving out to live alone was already a great act of unfilial piety towards the Helian Lan couple. If she really acted like she was going to settle everything, it would hurt the Helian Lan couple.

"You already have a house under your name, so you don't have to buy one specially." Su Mu couldn't help but say, "It's not far from the palace, you can come back for dinner every day."

"This place is not suitable..." Zhu Jin smiled.

In yesterday's mail, in addition to invitations from the hospital, greetings from Lian Nan's former friends, and invitations to media programs, there were also many invitations for treatment, which were disguised home consultation invitations from people living near the palace.

Whenever someone comes to her house for a consultation, she will refuse them no matter who the person is, what their identity is, or what their illness is.