Linghu Lan spent two months in the hospital, working hard to cooperate with the doctors to get her physical condition to its best.
During this time, Mo Tang has opened his eyes and can focus on people. He has spent nearly seven or eight years in bed. His body is extremely thin. The doctor put him in a wheelchair and slowly began rehabilitation.
When someone stands in front of him, he tries hard to recognize that person, even though the consequence of doing so is that he clutches his head in pain, his brain once again descending into chaos.
Once, when Qi Yue stood in front of Mo Tang, Mo Tang was in pain for a while, but she called out his name accurately.
Everyone was extremely excited, as this was a sign of improvement. The doctor was also delighted, believing that with continued stimulation, Mo Tang would definitely be able to recover all of his memories.
So Qi Yue spent the whole day with Mo Tang. Qi Yue turned on his talkative mode and tried hard to recall how he and the boss created the "Pigeon Project".
"Boss, do you remember why this project was called Project Pigeon?"
Mo Tang's handsome brows furrowed, as if he were racking his brains. After a while, he shook his head in disappointment, "I don't remember!"
His voice was soft, with a slightly strange tone. Having not spoken for many years, his ability to speak had also diminished, and he could not immediately speak fluently.
However, he is very smart, and he has recovered very well in just a few days. With more practice, he will soon be back to his former self.
Qi Yue was not discouraged at all, but felt a little pain in his heart. The person who was once so strong and proud was now as obedient and quiet as a newborn baby.
He continued, "It was originally called the 'Carrier Pigeon Project' because you said that carrier pigeons have an exceptionally strong ability to return home; no matter how far they are from home, they will always come back. Now that you've returned, there are still many pigeons that haven't returned, waiting for your help."
"A lot?" Mo Tang's eyes were thoughtful. A woman's face vaguely appeared before him, and the mere sight of her figure made his heart pound. He opened his mouth to say the woman's name, but the name seemed to be stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
Qi Yue noticed his unusual behavior and looked at him cautiously. "There are indeed many! If you return, they will surely be able to return as well."
Has she returned?
"You mean Linghu Lan?"
Linghu Lan!
Mo Tang's heart pounded wildly. The moment he heard that name, countless memories flooded back, and Mo Tang's eyes became confused again. He clutched his head in pain, and blood streamed from his nose.
Qi Yue screamed in terror, "Doctor! Doctor!"
Mo Tang was rushed back to the hospital for emergency treatment. The doctor explained that he had spent nearly six years in a coma with Linghu Lan, and the amount of information he was dealing with might be too much for him to process immediately.
His memory sorting work is not over yet; it may only go back to before he met Linghu Lan.
The best approach is to have someone else accompany him to process his early memories, taking it step by step.
For the rest of the time, people who had worked with Mo Tang would accompany him every day, telling him stories from the past, and Mo Tang's condition gradually stabilized.
Until one day, he saw Linghu Lan's face...
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