Mr. Huo, my wife is offering 1000 billion for divorce!

Late at night, Huo Yunting walked out of the airport and asked the driver to go directly to the hospital.

Dr. Jean received the news early in the morning and has been waiting in the office.

When the office door was pushed open, he was writing a case. He looked up and saw Huo Yunting's tall figure walking in.

He is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a strong aura surrounding him. His handsome face has no expression at all, which makes people intimidating.

Dr. Jean put down the pen in his hand and said with a smile, "Mr. Huo, please sit down."

Huo Yunting sat down in front of him and said calmly: "Dr. Jean, I want to know if my memory has been tampered with?"

Dr. Jean's expression remained normal, his brows furrowed slightly, "Mr. Huo, why do you have such an idea?"

"I recently met a woman who makes my heart flutter when I see her, but every time I want to get close to her, a voice in my head stops me, and my head starts to hurt whenever I think about her."

"Mr. Huo, this may be because your brain has not recovered well after the accident before, so you have this illusion. How about I check you again to see if you need another drug."

Huo Yunting said nothing, staring at him quietly, as if thinking about something.

Dr. Jean felt as if he was being penetrated by his gaze, and his face looked a little unnatural.

"Mr. Huo, what's wrong?"

Huo Yunting shook his head, his voice a little indifferent, "If I remember correctly, Dr. Jean's parents, wife and children live in a small town five kilometers away from this hospital."

Dr. Jean's expression changed, and a touch of fear surged in his heart unconsciously, but he still maintained a composure on his face.

"What do you mean by Mr. Huo? It seems to have nothing to do with your condition."

"It does have nothing to do with my illness, but it should have something to do with the things you did without telling me."

Dr. Jean frowned, "Mr. Huo, I don't understand."

Huo Yunting glanced at the bodyguard behind him, who immediately handed the phone screen to Dr. Jean.

"Perhaps after reading this, Dr. Jean will understand."

Seeing what was on the screen, Dr. Jean's expression became angry.

"Mr. Huo, kidnapping is illegal. If anything happens to my family, the laws of Country M will not let you go."

Huo Yunting smiled and said, "Mr. Jean only knows that kidnapping is illegal, but doesn't he know that it is also illegal for a doctor to work with others to change a patient's memory?"

"Mr. Huo, I really don't understand what you are talking about."

Seeing that he was still arrogant, Huo Yunting said with a cold expression: "It seems that keeping secrets for others is more important than the lives of your own relatives."

The moment Huo Yunting finished speaking, the bodyguard placed the phone in front of Dr. Jean.

On the screen, his twelve-year-old son was being slowly tightened with a rope around his neck by a man in black.

His son's face was full of panic, and he kept shouting in English, "Dad, help me!"

Seeing his son slowly lose his breath and his hands hanging down after struggling violently from the beginning, Dr. Jean finally collapsed.

"Let him go! Let my child go! I say!"

Huo Huo Yunting's eyes flashed with overwhelming anger, and he looked at Dr. Jean with cold eyes, as if he were looking at a dead person.

"You have indeed tampered with my memory."

The moment he finished speaking, Dr. Jean's cell phone on the table lit up. It was from Jing Xuechu's staff.

"Dr. Jean, your family has made proper arrangements. I hope you remember what to say and what not to say."