"Oh dear, my precious son! I really heard you damaged your brain? Is that true? Do you still recognize your old man?"
Xie Huaiye frowned and backed away in disgust.
He had fragments of memories of this loud and boisterous man.
It seems to be "Dad".
But with his current level of intelligence, he only found the person very noisy.
He pouted, and retorted with childlike stubbornness:
"Are you out of your mind?! I'm eight years old, not a little kid anymore! Don't try to fool me!"
Xie Heng's expression froze instantly.
His smile turned into a bitter one. He rubbed his hands together and muttered to himself:
"Oh no... Looks like I really fell hard; I've even forgotten how old I am."
At this moment.
A series of rapid high-heeled footsteps approached from afar.
Ren Xuelan rushed in like a gust of wind.
Even her exquisite makeup couldn't hide her anxiety.
She shoved Xie Heng, who was blocking her way, aside.
She rushed to Xie Huaiye, cradling his face in her hands with heartache, her voice trembling with tears:
"My Huaiye, you've suffered so much! It breaks my heart! It's all your dad's fault!"
She turned her head sharply and glared at Xie Heng, "It's all your fault! You never do anything productive! You insisted on pushing our son to participate in that lousy variety show!"
"Now look what's happened! My son's turned out like this, what's going to happen to the company? Who's going to manage such a huge operation?!"
Xie Heng shrank back when he was yelled at.
He protested with a wronged expression, "Honey, it's not entirely my fault! Huaiye himself said he wanted to experience it and relax..."
He tried to shift the blame.
"You still dare to argue?!"
Ren Xuelan's voice suddenly rose, her anger intensifying:
"If you hadn't been constantly nagging him about how funny this crappy show was and how you could develop a relationship with that Yan Ning, would he have been interested? Now that things have gone wrong, you're washing your hands of it all!"
"Let me tell you, Xie Heng, if anything happens to our son, I'll never forgive you!"
Just as the two were arguing.
The door to the consultation room opened.
A leading neurosurgeon in a white coat.
He came out carrying a thick medical report, his brows furrowed.
The argument came to an abrupt end.
Xie Heng and Ren Xuelan immediately surrounded them, holding their breath.
The doctor adjusted his glasses.
He looked at the brain CT and MRI scans in his hand, let out a long sigh, and said in a solemn tone:
"Mr. Xie, Mrs. Xie, the situation is not optimistic. Young Master Xie's head injury is not particularly serious and he is recovering well, but..."
He paused, then pointed to a certain area on the film:
“Here, the area responsible for long-term memory storage and higher cognition has been impacted and functionally inhibited.”
"The scans showed that he had lost most of his key memories from adulthood, and his cognitive abilities had significantly deteriorated."
"The regression has reached the level of an eight-year-old child."
"This kind of traumatic amnesia and cognitive decline has complex causes and is very difficult to recover from."
"It will take a long time and there may be irreversible risks."
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