"What? What did you say? Lost his memory?" Jia Li asked repeatedly.
Wei, who had been overhearing the conversation, took the phone from Jia Li's hand and asked precise and concise questions. They were walking back to Jia Li's house from the hospital. He put down the phone after a minute.
At her look of enquiry, he said, "as per the doctor, Tang is suffering from a short term memory loss. He seems to have forgotten the past six years of his life. Apparently he was in a similar accident then."
"Yes, I remember. His car had been hit by another car while he was driving upstate from New York for an end of the year celebration. His car had skidded and banged into a tree, which had ended up saving him from falling off the cliff. I had spent the next twenty four hours in a dreadful waiting period. There was no one except his roommate whom I knew who could keep me posted about his condition. Horrible memories," she shivered involuntarily.
