Chapter 126 Memory

Aunt Bai saw him looking around and asked in confusion, "What are you looking for, Mr. Han?"

"...a coffee pot."

Han Zhong pretended to be calm, walked to the cupboard, took out a new coffee pot, and began to grind coffee beans while boiling water.

Aunt Bai behind him saw this and went back to cook. Han Zhong glanced at it. It was the amount he usually ate, and there was no soup for Jiang Wu. It seemed that someone really didn't come back all night.

He pursed his lips and asked casually, "He didn't come back last night?"

Aunt Bai was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then she realized that he was asking about Jiang Wu, and asked in confusion, "You're asking about Mr. Jiang? He came back last night, didn't you guys talk?"

"When did I talk to him?"

He came back last night, took a shower and went to sleep. How could he possibly talk to Jiang Wu?

Aunt Bai was stunned. "Mr. Jiang came back when you were taking a shower last night, around 10:10."

Han Zhong frowned slightly. He usually went straight to sleep after drinking, and he would not lose consciousness even if he did something. However, his memory after taking a shower last night was indeed very vague. He only vaguely remembered walking out of the bathroom, and nothing else.

He thought he went straight to bed, but he went out and talked to Jiang Wu who came back.

"What did we... say?"

"Then I don't know. I see you have something to say, so I'll go back first."

Seeing his puzzled expression, Aunt Bai thought he was still drunk and asked, "How about I make you some sobering soup?"

"No."

Han Zhong turned around, picked up the kettle and poured water into the coffee cup, and asked casually, "Is he still not awake?"

There was silence behind him for a moment, and then Aunt Bai's doubtful voice was heard -

"Mr. Jiang has already moved away."

“…”

His hand trembled violently, and the scalding hot water unexpectedly poured onto his other hand. His slender and powerful fingers and the fair skin on the back of his hand turned red instantly, and the hot water trickled down to the ground.

"Oh, why are you so careless? Let me see if you got it burned!"

Aunt Bai hurried forward to check his hand and found that the skin on the back of his hand had been burned and blistered, spreading all the way to the tip of his index finger, which looked very scary.

Aunt Bai's face turned pale with fright. She was arranged by Han Zhong's mother to take care of Han Zhong. She had taken good care of him in the past five years and nothing like this had ever happened before. But this time he was injured so badly, she didn't know how to explain to Mrs. Han.

"Just take a shower."

Han Zhong calmly put his hand under the faucet, watched the water hit his red hand, and asked in a low voice, "When did you leave?"

"It was around 8 o'clock in the morning, and he brought a suitcase and a backpack. I said I wanted to see him off, and he said his assistant would come to pick him up."

Aunt Bai hesitated for a moment and then said, "You happened to hear him telling me about the move last night. I thought you knew about it and agreed, so I didn't call you in the morning."

"Um."

Han Zhong responded without saying anything else, turned around and went to the refrigerator to get ice cubes for cooling. Aunt Bai also hurried to get the medical kit to disinfect, apply medicine, and bandage him.

After the wound was bandaged, Aunt Bai still stood there, not daring to move, looking anxious.

"It was my own carelessness, not your fault."

Han Zhong turned around and walked upstairs. Aunt Bai called out cautiously, "Well, the meal is almost ready..."

"You eat first, don't worry about me."

"But……"

Aunt Bai wanted to say, "But you didn't eat anything this morning," but the man had already gone upstairs and returned to his room, so she could only swallow it back.

After returning to the room, Han stood by the bed and pondered for ten minutes, then called Yao Ping.

Half an hour later, Yao Ping rushed to Ziyuan and was shocked when he saw the bandage on Han Zhong's hand. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, take me to the hospital." Han Zhong had already changed his clothes and walked straight out when he saw him coming.

Yao Ping was confused. If nothing was wrong, why was he in such a hurry to go to the hospital?

Three hours later, in the lounge on the top floor of Hualing Hospital.

"The brain examination didn't reveal any problems, nor did it find any congestion." Zhan Xiangchen put down the film and looked at the big boss in front of him, "There's nothing wrong with your brain."

Yao Ping glanced at him and felt that this doctor was trying to undermine his boss.

Han Zhong stood there with a frown on his face, not saying a word.

The atmosphere was strange, and Zhan Xiangchen was unsure of the boss's intentions, so he asked tentatively, "How about you check it again?"

"No need."

Han Zhong did not question the professionals in his hospital on this matter and quickly accepted the fact that there was nothing wrong with his brain. The memory he had lost was probably a problem that could not be diagnosed by medical science.

Zhan Xiangchen saw that he had a serious expression, his eyes fell on the bandage on his left hand, and he asked as a matter of routine, "Is your hand injured? Do you need to see it?"

"No, you go ahead and do your work."

Han Zhong turned and walked out, but met an acquaintance in the corridor, Rong Anzhou.

Rong Anzhou was also surprised when he saw him. He quickly hid the things in his hands and asked, "Why are you here?"

After saying that, he subconsciously looked at the man and soon noticed the bandage on Han Zhong's left hand. He frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"I got burned by accident." Han Zhong's eyes fell on the stack of documents in his hand. "What happened to you?"

Rong Anzhou cleared his throat, a trace of discomfort flashed across his face, "It's just an old injury from the past. Let me take a look. It's nothing."

Rong Anzhou had been in the army longer than him and had performed much more dangerous missions than him. The most serious injury he had suffered was when a bullet pierced his lung and he almost lost his life. His old injuries were no small matter.

Han Zhong's expression suddenly became serious, and he stepped forward to take the receipt from his hand, "How can an old injury be a trivial matter——"

"It's such a small matter!" Rong Anzhou quickly dodged his hand and asked before he could speak again, "Where's Jiang Wu?"

As soon as he said this, he saw the young assistant beside Han Zhong's face change. He couldn't help but be startled, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's nothing." Han Zhong looked at him calmly, "If you don't want me to check your medical records, you can continue to keep it a secret."

Rong Anzhou's face darkened, and after cursing, he handed the thing in his hand to him.

Han Zhong took it and looked at it, a hint of surprise appeared on his face. The next second, he couldn't help but lower his head to look between his legs, "You..."

Impotence?

Rong Anzhou had a bad look on his face and told Jiang Wu about how he had been slapped on the belly by Jiang Wu at Qingyang Temple last time. He said that he had only concealed the fact that Han Zhong had also gone to Qingming Mountain, but that guy had made him impotent, which was really cruel!

"What have you been doing all this time?"

"……Um."

Rong Anzhou, such a strong and muscular man, was a little shy at this time. "The doctor said I have to take medicine for a month. I don't want to drink it. Can you ask Jiang Wu to help me?"

Han paused, returned the receipt to him, and said, "Just take the medicine."

Rong Anzhou's eyes widened. "Are you really going to protect him like this? Do you really have to help him vent his anger?"

Han Joong said, “He moved away.”

Rong Anzhou was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Han Zhong did not answer this question and took Yao Ping away.