Just when Ruan Mengmeng thought she could breathe a sigh of relief, Mu Heng suddenly stopped. He paused in front of the door, turned around, and said to the sick woman, "What I said last night still counts."

Ruan Mengmeng blinked a few times in confusion, and she frowned slightly and asked, "What?"

Mu Heng didn't seem to expect Ruan Mengmeng to forget so quickly. He smiled self-deprecatingly, then his face regained its composure. He looked at her with deep eyes and said, "Marry me, I will protect you forever."

This sentence seemed familiar. Ruan Mengmeng blinked. It was very similar to what Mu Heng whispered in her ear last night: "Do you want to fight with her and marry someone more powerful than her?"

Ruan Mengmeng's eyes suddenly widened. She looked up and met Mu Heng's serious eyes. It didn't look like he was joking.

Is this a proposal?

But there are no flowers, no ring, just a few simple words, can this be considered a proposal?

She frowned, and the doubts in her heart deepened. She looked at Mu Heng in confusion, wondering why he said these words to her out of nowhere.

Many possibilities flashed through her mind, and she finally thought that Mu Heng was just like other men and proposed to her because of her appearance.

Therefore, her face gradually turned cold, and when she was about to lose her temper, Mu Heng said calmly: "Remember, this sentence always counts." After that, he walked out of the ward.

Ruan Mengmeng said she couldn't understand Mu Heng's actions.

She did not feel any excessive love from Mu Heng for her, but she also sensed that he had something special in mind for her.

Why is this?

Ruan Mengmeng couldn't understand it.

…

Ye Ruohuan returned to the studio listlessly. Before she could even sit down on the bench, He Miaoran walked into the studio angrily. When she passed by her seat, her expression changed, and then she walked into her office in her high heels.

Everyone in the studio looked confused. Ye Ruohuan sensitively noticed the inexplicable hostility emanating from He Miaoran when he passed by her.

Ye Ruohuan frowned, thinking that he had not slept the whole night and must be hallucinating.

He Miaoran walked into the office and swept all the documents on the table to the ground. The secretary who followed her in was startled. She looked at the scene in front of her in fear and stood there stupidly without any reaction.

He Miaoran noticed someone at the door. She shot a cold look over and when she saw the secretary, she vented her anger on her: "Pick up everything on the floor! Notice that the drawings must be handed in today!"

She paused, then continued, "If you can't hand it in, then you can hand in your resignation tomorrow!"

The secretary was so frightened that her face turned pale. She quickly bent down to pick up the documents on the ground, put them in order quickly, and then went to urge the designers to hand in the drawings.

When Ye Ruohuan received the notice from the secretary, she widened her eyes in surprise and listened to what the secretary had to say.

The next second, without any time to think, she frantically found her drawings, only to discover that she hadn't even finished the draft!

Ye Ruohuan looked at the secretary with a worried look on her face, and asked her to tell He Miaoran that she would make an appointment to meet with the client today, and then design the ring as soon as possible, and asked her to give her a few days.

The secretary looked embarrassed, but couldn't stand Ye Ruohuan's nagging, and finally went to the office to tell He Miaoran about it under pressure.

After He Miaoran stopped talking, she didn't speak for a long time. The secretary couldn't read the expression on her face and became more and more panicked.

Finally, He Miaoran spoke up: "Did she say where and when we would meet?"

The secretary wanted to shake her head to deny it, but she remembered that Ye Ruohuan had said it in front of her, so she spent some effort and reported the time and place: "It seems to be... in a coffee shop in Fu's Shopping Mall, the name is TS."

He Miaoran's eyes darkened, and she waved her hand to ask the secretary to leave. The moment the secretary turned around, she saw a strange smile on He Miaoran's lips out of the corner of her eye. A chill ran down her body from head to toe, and the secretary shivered involuntarily.

Around noon, Xia Linan woke up.

Fu Yiming stepped forward nervously and called out softly, "An An."

Xia Lin'an's eyes were confused. She remained silent and stared at Fu Yiming blankly.

That look hurt Fu Yiming's heart. He comforted himself that Xia Linan had not yet fully woken up.

When he raised his hand to touch Xia Lin'an's eyebrows, Xia Lin'an dodged it. His reaction was very big and there seemed to be fear in his eyes.

Fu Yiming frowned, feeling vaguely that something was wrong.

Sure enough, when the doctors came over and examined Xia Lin'an, a solemn look appeared on their faces.

They looked at each other, and finally sent a representative who said hesitantly to Fu Yiming, "Mr. Fu, let's talk for a moment."

Fu Yiming frowned, and a bad feeling rose in his heart.

"Go ahead." Fu Yiming walked out of the ward, stood at the end of the corridor, and said lightly.

The doctors and experts standing behind him looked at each other, and then a more experienced expert stepped forward and said to Fu Yiming: "Mr. Fu, Miss Xia is...suffering from PTSD."

PTSD?

Post-traumatic stress disorder?

Fu Yiming's eyes flickered, he turned around and looked at the experts with cold eyes. They all shuddered inadvertently and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into Fu Yiming's eyes.

Fu Yiming's eyes fell on the expert who had just spoken, and he asked in a cold voice, "Is there a solution?"

The expert said tremblingly, "Yes, yes, but, but, we need to first understand what happened before the coma."

There are three core symptoms of PTSD, namely traumatic re-experiencing symptoms, avoidance and numbness symptoms, and increased alertness symptoms.

According to Xia Linan's reaction to Fu Yiming and the expert's examination, Xia Linan should belong to the latter two. That is to say, Xia Linan is overly alert, has an increased startle reaction, and is accompanied by inattention, increased irritability and anxiety.

During the examination, the experts also found that Xia Linan had chosen to forget the accident that happened last night and was unwilling to recall the details related to the trauma.

Fu Yiming listened to the experts' reports with a dark look in his eyes, and others could not read his expression.

The world around him finally became quiet. Fu Yiming, wearing only a white shirt, stood by the window, feeling the cold wind. He stared intently at a focus in the air, recalling what the experts had said in his mind.

Selective amnesia, unwillingness to recall, alertness, anxiety...

These were the conditions that Xia Linan experienced after waking up. Fu Yiming's face was tense, and he was holding the railing with both hands, his knuckles turning white, as if he was enduring something.