Feng Yuxi walked over and held her weak hand. Rong Chong took the opportunity to hold him and pointed pitifully at his heavy head, “Yuxi, they are so annoying. What happened to my head? It hurts...”
When he heard her words, a hint of joy flashed across Feng Yuxi’s eyes. Then, he sat down by the bed and gently held her shoulders, a speech quickly formed in his mind. “Darling, you fell down the stairs and hurt your head. Be Good. Let the Doctor give you a good check-up. When you’re fine, we can be discharged from the hospital, right? You hate the smell of disinfectant the most, don’t you?”
Hearing his words, Rong Darling pursed her lips and nodded. She hated the smell of disinfectant!
After a thorough check-up, the doctor called Feng Yuxi out of the ward.
“How’s the situation?”
“The patient has a blood clot in her brain that is pressing on her nerves and has amnesia. So far, other than amnesia, we haven’t found any sequelae.”