Chapter 726 He Lost His Memory
Kong Wange's tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks as she clutched the box tightly, her whole body trembling.
After a long while, she wiped away her tears and strode back to Murong Ting's room.
Zhou Qiao and Qin Feng exchanged a glance, and the latter squeezed her hand before following Wan Qingzhou inside.
In the room, Kong Wange did not hesitate any longer and decisively put the secret medicine directly into Murong Ting's mouth.
Time passed by, second by second.
Kong Wange had never felt time pass so slowly.
After an unknown amount of time, Murong Ting still did not react.
Kong Wange became visibly agitated.
Zhou Qiao noticed this and stepped forward to comfort her, saying, "Sister Kong, that little white mouse had to go through a few rounds before it recovered. Young Master Ting is a grown man, so he definitely needs time to recover. Give it some more time."
Kong Wange hummed in agreement, but her gaze never left him.
She stayed up until late at night, and Zhou Qiao was already yawning when she seemed to remember something. She looked at the people behind her and said, "You guys should go back and rest. It's getting late."
Zhou Qiao sighed: "Sister Kong, you're the one who should be resting the most."
Kong Wange looked really bad. After returning from the tomb, everyone else had rested for a while, but she was working non-stop.
At that moment, she endured the pain for more than five hours in front of Murong Ting's bed.
Midway through, Zhou Qiao brought her a bowl of noodles, but she only ate two bites before putting it aside and not touching it again.
It's impossible for a person to survive without food.
She hasn't reached the end yet; she's working her way up with all her heart and soul.
But she couldn't get away from the bedside.
Logically speaking, she is the most experienced doctor here, and if anything happens to Murong Ting, she needs to handle it immediately.
Emotionally, she also hoped that she could see him the moment he woke up.
However, thinking is one thing, doing is another.
At midnight, Wan Qingzhou frowned as he looked at Kong Wange's pale face, his words unusually firm: "Wange, you need to rest."
Kong Wange's voice was hoarse: "Yes, I know. I'll wait a little longer, and then I'll rest."
Wan Qingzhou wouldn't allow her to be willful and pulled her up directly: "If you keep enduring like this, you'll collapse before Murong Ting even wakes up. What's the point?"
Kong Wange was about to say that she knew what she was doing, but the moment she stood up, she suddenly felt dizzy, and then everything went black before her eyes, and she collapsed.
"Wange!"
"Sister Kong!"
"Miss Kong!"
...
When Kong Wange woke up again, she had no idea what day it was.
It took her a while to calm down before she got out of bed and realized what had happened.
She looked around and realized it was Zhou Qiao's room. It was bright outside, so she must have slept all night.
Feeling inexplicably panicked, she got out of bed and prepared to leave.
Just then, Zhou Qiao walked in through the door.
Seeing that she was awake, she breathed a sigh of relief and placed the food on the table: "Sister Kong, you're finally awake!"
Kong Wange pulled Zhou Qiao aside, her voice urgent: "How is Murong Ting?"
"I knew you'd ask that," Zhou Qiao coughed lightly and said, "Don't worry, Sister Wan Ge, Young Master Ting has already woken up."
Hearing that he was awake, her heart, which had been in her throat, instantly relaxed, and she almost stumbled and fell again.
Fortunately, Zhou Qiao had been paying attention to her condition and quickly reached out to support her: "Sister Wange, you should eat something. You've been sleeping for two days and one night, and you've only been able to get some nutritional fluids during that time. Look how thin you've become!"
Kong Wange was a little confused: "I didn't sleep for one night, but... two days and one night?"
“Yes,” Zhou Qiao sighed, pulled her to the table, and served her a bowl of porridge. “The doctor said you’ve been working too hard and are exhausted. He made sure you get enough sleep this time, otherwise your body will suffer permanent damage. That’s why we didn’t wake you up when Ting Shao woke up.”
Kong Wange had a feeling that something was wrong, but her mind was a bit muddled at the moment, and she couldn't quite figure out many things.
She took two sips of the porridge that Zhou Qiao had served her.
The porridge is a mild millet and red bean porridge with honey added, making it smooth to the taste and good for the stomach.
You don't realize it until you start drinking; only then do you notice your body's craving for food.
In no time, she finished the whole bowl of porridge.
With the food replenished, her brain started working again, and she finally realized what was wrong—"Qiaoqiao, Murong Ting is awake, why didn't he come to see me?"
Yes, that's where the problem lies.
If Murong Ting has recovered, then why didn't he come to see her during the days she was unconscious, including the time she was awake?
Is this reasonable?
When Zhou Qiao heard that she had finally asked about this, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Sister Kong, let me tell you, don't get upset."
Kong Wange was slightly taken aback, and a bad premonition welled up in her heart.
In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through her mind—had Murong Ting woken up and then fainted again? Or had his condition actually worsened? Or perhaps… he was already dead, and that saying he was awake was just to comfort her, a lie?
Countless assumptions were made, but none of them came true in the end.
Because she never expected that Zhou Qiao would say to her, "Sister Kong, um... Young Master Ting... seems to have amnesia."
Kong Wange: "?!"
...
After washing up again, Kong Wange followed Zhou Qiao to Murong Ting's room.
He had just come out of the bathroom, wearing a bath towel on his lower body, his clothes were wet, and he was drying his hair.
When he saw her arrive, he was taken aback at first, then immediately grabbed his coat from the chair next to him and put it on, his brows furrowed as if asking her what she was doing there and who she was looking for.
On her way here, Kong Wange had already found out the whole story.
It turned out that Murong Ting had only woken up yesterday. At first, they were all quite happy, but as they were happy, they realized that something was wrong.
Because Murong Ting doesn't remember anyone.
"Is it really true that you don't know anyone and don't remember anyone?" Kong Wange still found it somewhat unbelievable.
Zhou Qiao nodded with absolute certainty: "It really is Sister Kong. We tried calling him in different ways and talking to him about the past, but he looked at us like we were idiots. In the end, he told us to stay away from him because he wanted to rest, and then he kicked us all out and went to get under the covers."
Kong Wange: "..."
After Zhou Qiao finished speaking, she couldn't help but ask, "Sister Kong, are you saying this is a side effect of taking that secret medicine?"
"Maybe, I'll go check it out first."
So, Kong Wange and Zhou Qiao went to the bedroom together.
Murong Ting looked much more composed now than when he first woke up, and his casual demeanor clearly made him feel at home.
Kong Wange had already made a decision in mind.
Perhaps he doesn't know anyone else, but seeing himself might remind him of something?
Or perhaps he would never have forgotten himself in the first place.
However, upon seeing the wary look in the other person's eyes, Kong Wange realized that she had been overthinking things.
This guy probably not only doesn't remember me, but also thinks I'm some kind of female hooligan who's after him?
Otherwise... why did he put on his clothes so quickly, and what was he wary of in that look?!
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