Naturally, Lu Yi almost suffered from brain damage. When He Yibin recalled that surgery, his entire body would tremble with anxiety. The lack of blood was not the only factor. The surgery was extremely hard but luckily, the patient shockingly survived.
"Who am I?" he pointed at his face and asked, worried that Lu Yi might have some post-surgery effects, like forgetting his entire past or something. Even though he had forgotten many things, it would be fine as long as he did not become an idiot.
Lu Yi's brain throbbed fiercely, so he slowly put his hand down and lightly exhaled. It was also this natural rhythm of breathing in and out, that brought with it the throbbing pain in his brain.
His memory was a little fuzzy now, but he had not reached the point of idiocy just yet.
"Yibin, how long have I been here?"
He wanted to sit up but he realized that even if he wanted to, it was still slightly difficult for him.
