In the hospital, Qi Qiming's ward.
Qi Qiming was lying on the hospital bed, silently looking at Qi Lei who was busy at the side.
At this moment, Qi Lei was wringing a warm towel to help him wipe his body. His expression was as calm as ever. Qi Qiming looked at him for a long time, but he could not tell what emotions were on his face.
Qi Lei wrung the towel dry and handed it directly to him.
Qi Qiming was stunned. He stared at Qi Lei for a long while before he slowly reached out to take it. He silently wiped his hands and asked in confusion, "Are you really my son, Qi Lei?"
"I don't remember having such an old son with Wang Qin, but you look very familiar? What's wrong with me?"
As Qi Qiming spoke and thought about it, he could not help but feel a headache. He immediately raised his hand to rub his temples as if he was trying to remember something, but he could not remember anything.
