White Mantou and Miss Black Suit

The nurse in the middle came to change the saline bag for Murphy and gave him two injections. Chen Yirou asked when Murphy would wake up, and the little nurse honestly replied that she didn't know.

It was already past four o'clock in the morning when she received a call from Mo's mother. Chen Yirou pulled herself together and went to pick her up at the hospital gate.

It was still dark, and Mo's mother was standing under the street lamp with her travel bag. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked like she had been crying for a long time.

"Auntie." Chen Yirou hurried to Mo's mother and took the bag from her hand.

When Mo's mother saw Chen Yirou, her suppressed panic surged up. She held Chen Yirou's hand tightly and couldn't stop crying.

"Auntie, Feifei will be fine." Chen Yirou helped Mo's mother who was about to collapse to the observation room.

Murphy closed her eyes tightly just like before she left, and Chen Yirou reached under the quilt to hold her hand, which still had no warmth.

"The doctor said the situation is relatively stable." Chen Yirou stopped talking halfway through, she was so worried that she didn't have the confidence to reassure Mo's mother.

"I always tell her to drink less when going out, but she insists that she won't listen." Mo's mother cried and blamed Murphy, sounding out of breath, but touched Murphy's face with the gentlest movement.

Seeing Mo's mother being so sad, Chen Yirou couldn't be sad, so she comforted her while handing her a tissue to wipe her tears.

"I used to be able to vomit until midnight after drinking too much wine, but now it's fine, and I'm sent directly to the rescue." Mo's mother stopped crying and kept complaining about Murphy.

"There's been a lot of socializing these days, if I remind her a few more words, maybe it won't be so serious." Chen Yirou sighed, feeling very guilty.

"It's none of your business. I have to talk about her when she wakes up." Mom Mo said, holding Murphy's hand and clapping it hard.

Chen Yirou moved another chair and asked Mo's mother to sit and wait slowly.

During the long wait, Mo's mother chatted with Chen Yirou casually.

"Feifei said you have known each other for a long time?"

"Yeah, I've known her since I was 14." Chen Yirou said absently.

"14 years old?" Mo's mother's eyes became a little subtle.

Seeming to know what the other party was thinking, Chen Yirou quickly explained: "At that time, we were just acquainted, and we were still together this year."

Mo's mother nodded and asked again: "Xiaorou, how is Feifei treating you normally?"

"Great."

"If she doesn't do well, you can just scold her. If she dares to talk back, you tell me, and I'll teach her a lesson for you." Mother Mo held Mo Fei's hand with one hand, and rubbed Chen Yirou's hand with the other, speaking earnestly.

"Auntie, she is really good to me, we never quarrel." Chen Yirou glanced at the motionless Murphy, wondering if she would be as dumbfounded as herself if she heard her mother say that.

"That's good. I always tell Feifei that she was able to meet you because she was lucky in her previous life." Mom Mo rubbed her eyes as she said.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this." Chen Yirou was about to be praised by Mo's mother, and she was a little embarrassed, but it seemed that Murphy still didn't seem to wake up, and all irrelevant emotions were swept away, leaving only worry.

The doctor came again at six o'clock and told the nurse to continue giving Murphy injections, saying that he was about to wake up.

After hearing this, Mo's mother thought that Mo Fei might be hungry when she woke up, so she asked Chen Yirou to stay here, and she went out to find a nearby breakfast shop and bought some to come back early.

There were only Chen Yirou and Mo Fei left in the ward. Chen Yirou lay on the bedside and looked at her. She was indeed a little sleepy after staying up all night, but she still didn't dare to close her eyes, fearing that Mo Fei would wake up sometime.

Mo's mother hadn't come back yet, Chen Yirou noticed that Mo Fei's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and this small movement made her stand up from the stool with a whoosh.

"Murphy." She rubbed Murphy's hair and called her in a low voice.

Murphy opened her eyes, and the sudden light made her eyes sting.

"How do you feel?" Chen Yirou grabbed her hand and touched her face again, incoherent in joy.

Mo Fei looked around, took off the oxygen mask, looked at Chen Yirou for a while, and frowned at her.

"Who are you?" she said, confused.

Hearing Mo Fei's voice again, Chen Yirou should have breathed a sigh of relief, but she almost staggered and fell to the ground after Mo Fei spoke.

Does alcoholism damage the brain?

It seems that I have heard that drinking too much alcohol is not good for the brain. Could it be that Mo Fei... has become a dementia?

She sat next to Murphy and looked at her with wide eyes: "You don't know me anymore?"

"Why did you know you?" Murphy spoke in this tone to ordinary subordinates in the company, cold and unfriendly at all.

"Are you out of your mind?" Chen Yirou reached out to cover Murphy's forehead.

Mo Fei hurriedly avoided, disgusted: "You're the only one out of your mind."

"I..." Chen Yirou opened her mouth slightly, and was stunned for a while, "You really don't know me?"

"I don't know." Murphy didn't even look at her, treating her as a stranger.

Chen Yirou stood in front of Mo Fei, holding Mo Fei's head and insisting that she look at her.

"I'm Chen Yirou, your girlfriend."

Murphy chuckled disdainfully: "There are too many people who want to be my girlfriend."

Chen Yirou let go of her, observed the strange Murphy, and couldn't tell what was wrong.

Mo Fei was playing with his mobile phone, he knew how to scroll through Moments, and he also knew how to like the content that the big boss posted yesterday. He didn't look like a dementia.

But can alcoholism cause memory loss?

Chen Yirou asked her: "Do you know what your name is?"

"Murphy." Murphy said without looking up.

"What about age?"

"thirty."

"what about work?"

"E-commerce company."

its not right.

Chen Yirou didn't believe that Murphy lost his memory but only forgot himself.

Mother Mo came back, and when she saw Murphy sitting up, she cried with joy.

"Feifei!" Putting down the tofu brain and steamed stuffed bun, he rushed over and pressed Mo Fei's head against his chest.

"Who are you?" Mo Fei raised his face from his mother's arms, looked at her, and then at Chen Yirou.

"Auntie... Feifei seems to have lost her memory." Chen Yirou pointed at Murphy timidly.

Mother Mo stood up straight, with her hands on her hips: "Have you lost your memory?"

Murphy looked at her and nodded.

Mo's mother waved her hand with a big mouth.

"Mom, it hurts!" Murphy covered one side of his face and stared at his mother aggrievedly.

Chen Yirou felt distressed, and hurried over, seeing that Mo Fei was in good spirits, and asked her, "Don't you know your mother?"

Mo Fei looked at Chen Yirou expressionlessly for a moment, and Mo's mother came back to attack her: "You pretend again!"

Mo Fei immediately changed into a smiling face in the next second: "Xiaorou..."

"Huh?" Chen Yirou turned to Mo's mother, "Auntie, what's wrong?"

"Acting to amuse you. It was like this when I was a child. I pretend to be sick so that people can care about her more." Mo's mother stuffed a bun into Mo Fei's hand, ignored her, and only focused on talking to Chen Yirou.

Chen Yirou gave her a sideways look, and ate with mother Mo with a smile.

"How can anyone lose their memory? When someone asks her, do you have amnesia? She will nod." Mo's mother spread her hands, pointing out that Murphy's acting skills are not good enough.

Chen Yirou repeatedly agreed.

Holding the meat bun, Mo Fei felt aggrieved. He is a patient, shouldn't he be cared for?

"Mom, I want to vomit." She smelled the smell of meat buns and felt uncomfortable all over her body.

Mo's mother only thought that Murphy was healthy, sympathized with Bo, and pretended not to hear, asking Chen Yirou to eat more.

It was Chen Yirou who cared about Mo Fei, even though she knew she was lying again, she couldn't help but glance at her.

"Xiao Rou." Murphy called her with a bitter face.

Afraid of being fooled again, Chen Yirou silently lowered her head and drank tofu nao.

"Xiaorou, are the buns delicious?"

"Delicious, thank you Auntie."

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Mo Fei struggled for a while, and took a bite of the bun.

With a mouthful of meat still stuck in his throat, Mo Fei felt his stomach churn, and hurried out of bed to find the toilet.In the end, he forgot that the hanging needle was stuck on the back of his hand, and after running two steps, the needle was pulled out abruptly, and blood gushed out of the vein immediately.

Chen Yirou and Mo's mother quietly watched what kind of moth Murphy was about to make. They panicked when they saw the blood, and rushed to hold the back of her hand to stop the bleeding.

"What are you going to do?" Chen Yirou was going to be worried about her all night long.

"Vomit." Mo Fei was pinched by his mother and Chen Yirou from front to back, unable to walk and couldn't help it, he bent down and vomited directly.

In the morning, the nurse's auntie came to clean up the observation room for a long time, which made Chen Yirou's mother Mo very embarrassed, so she gave him a little tip to express her affection.

The doctor said that it was normal for Murphy to vomit after waking up, and since she woke up, there was no major problem, so she was transferred to the general ward of the inpatient department.

Mo's mother said that Murphy was rich, so she asked for a single room suite for her.

Mo Fei was lying on the hospital bed and still wanted to vomit. Mom Mo went to the supermarket and bought a small basin for her to hold in her arms. Whenever she felt like vomiting, just bow her head.

She hadn't done anything serious all day, and was just feeling sick and throwing up.

"Do you still dare to drink so much wine in the future?" Chen Yirou handed her a hot towel to wipe her mouth, and waited for Mo Fei to take the opportunity to teach her a lesson.

Murphy shook his head vigorously, and felt sick again as soon as he shook his head, and then vomited.

"Let you drink it, you should!" After learning that Mo Fei's life would not be in danger, Mo's mother spared no room to hurt her. She was completely different from the good mother who came to see her overnight last night.

Murphy vomited whatever he ate, and began to vomit yellow water after he vomited the food.

Chen Yirou felt sorry for her, but she still couldn't help but want to say to her: "Do you know that you almost scared me and your mother to death last night!"

Mo Fei was out of breath, and he was out of breath when he spoke: "Isn't there anything I can do?"

Mo's mother poked her forehead: "I knew that something would happen to you! I told you to drink less, and don't drink if you can. Did you listen to it?"

"I'm not drunk." Up to now, Murphy is still defending himself.

"Anyway, you are not allowed to drink any more!" Mother Mo declared seriously.

Chen Yirou nodded in agreement.

"How can I talk business with people if I don't drink?" Murphy thought for a while, and it is true that he can drink a lot less, but it is impossible not to drink a drop.

"Anyway, I can't drink anymore," Mo's mother said non-negotiable, "drinking too much alcohol will hurt your liver."

"It still hurts your brain, and you will become dementia when you get old." Chen Yirou echoed.

Murphy was too frightened to speak by the two of them singing together.

Mo's mother gave her a slanted wink: "Are you willing to become dementia and drag down my Xiaorou?"

Your Xiaorou?

Mom, I am your biological daughter!

But Murphy must be reluctant to drag Chen Yirou down.

"One of my elders forgot everything after he got Alzheimer's, and he still liked to play with the poop in the toilet."

"If Mo Fei is going to be really demented, you can give her a pack of rat poison." Mother Mo took Chen Yirou's hand and patted it heartbroken.

Chen Yirou patted Mo's mother's hand sadly, before nodding.

Murphy raised his hand and said, "In the future, I won't drink if I don't drink."

"It's good for you to be enlightened." Mother Mo commented.

"I'm afraid of being fed rat poison by you." Murphy lay on the pillow with a look of lovelessness.

The nurse came in with the cart and looked at the three of them.

"Murphy?" She looked at Murphy on the hospital bed.

"Yes." Murphy thought that the nurse's little sister was here to measure her temperature, which happened to interrupt the topic of her mother asking the steamed bun sister to feed him rat poison.

The nurse picked up the syringe and lifted Murphy's quilt when she came up.

"Come on, take off your pants."

The author has something to say: I can’t feel sad when I write this article

I guess it won't be cruel, right? ? ? ?

Feeling sorry for Mo Fei, Sister Mantou colluded with her mother to bully her.

Finally, remind everyone to drink less alcohol, and you will really get Alzheimer's.

Thank you to everyone who commented on the previous chapter, I am very happy.

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