In an instant, Li Qiao entered the ward.
A strong, pungent smell of disinfectant pervaded the surroundings.
She stood at the door, looking at Li San receiving an IV drip in the bed, gathered herself, and walked over with deliberate steps.
The once iron-blooded man now had a sickly pallor, his head wrapped in gauze, and the way he lay on the bed was a bit unbecoming.
At that moment, Li San's eyes were open, his head turned sideways as he lay there, his dark gaze fixed on Li Qiao unblinkingly, as if he didn't recognize her.
After locking eyes for a few seconds, Li Qiao slowly squinted, standing a few steps away from him, she raised an eyebrow and said, "Lost your memory?"
Nan Xin, who followed her in, felt a twitch in his eyelid, stuffed the food container into Liuyun's arms, and stepped forward to the bed, his face pale as he bent down, "Boss, who am I?"
If Li San really had lost his memory, would he still remember him?
Nan Xin inwardly cursed and wanted to cry again!
