The sweet wife of the rich and wealthy: good night, sir

Fang Heng said, "This condition is caused by surgery, and medicine can't help him."

Xia Ying asked, "Is his situation the same as mine before, can hypnosis help him?"

Fang Heng said, "I'm not sure about this. He has selective amnesia. Maybe it won't be too long, maybe he will never remember it. You have to be prepared for this."

Xia Ying frowned, unable to accept that he would never remember her.

Fang Heng looked at her and knew that she was not feeling well right now.

"At least he survived!" he said.

"Yeah." Xia Ying nodded, this was the wish she most wanted to realize at first.

"Actually, you should also be concerned about your physical condition. This coma lasted a whole day and night. Fortunately, you were in shock in the hospital. If you were in another place, you would be in danger."

Xia Ying asked unexpectedly, "Have I been in a coma for so long?"

Fang Heng said, "What do you think? Do you know how dangerous it is to run around before your own injuries have healed? Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Ye Jue. These two days When you are unconscious, you can make the little guy anxious."

Xia Ying felt a little guilty when he heard him mention her son. Thinking about it carefully, she had indeed neglected Ye Jue these days.

"I won't bother you anymore, let's go down first." Xia Ying said, and when she stood up, she casually glanced at the books on his desk, as if they were all about the human brain...

She didn't take it to heart, she didn't understand anyway, and closed the door for him when she left.

Fang Heng withdrew his gaze, and took the medical book beside him to study again...

In the ward downstairs, Ye Jue came back alone. It seemed that the little guy was in a low mood. After he came in, he sat on the sofa silently.

Although Liu Zhi, Zhou Ping, and Ling Min were all inside, they didn't know how to comfort him. Everyone could only look at each other and wait for someone to come back.

After a while, Xia Ying finally came back, like a ray of dawn in the dark night, instantly bringing hope to people.

"Princess!" Zhou Ping and the others went up to meet her, seeing that she was in a bad mood and still running around, worried but couldn't persuade her at the same time, they could only worry in their hearts.

Xia Ying smiled slightly, knowing that she had worried them for the past two days, and there was also him—her lovely son.

"Aren't you happy?" Xia Ying walked to the child's side and sat down, stretching her arms and hugging him in her arms.

Ye Jue pursed his lips, wanted to cry but held back.

He's sad because his dad, whom he's always idolized, doesn't remember him.

"Mom, will Dad always miss us?" Ye Jue asked, his eyes slightly red.

Xia Ying's heart throbbed for a moment, she lowered her head and kissed his forehead, and comforted him, "No, he will definitely think of us." She also said, "Don't you think my mother had this situation before? But now it's still the same. Think of everything, your father's condition is not serious, maybe you can remember it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, let's wait patiently."

Ye Jue muttered, "But Dad doesn't remember that I will look fierce in the future."

Xia Ying said, "Don't be afraid of him, you have to remember that no matter what happens, he is your father, and he is the one who loves you the most in his heart."

Ye Jue nodded and asked again, "What about mom? Will mom leave me?"

"No, mom and dad won't leave you." Xia Ying replied, feeling a little sad in her heart. She knew that sensitive children must have noticed something, so she asked her such a question.

Xia Ying tightened her arms and said, "I'm sorry Ye Jue, mom made you worry..."