Fortunately, Xia Guoxiong wasn't focused on that topic. After carefully considering his daughter's words, his face revealed a hint of ruthlessness, "What's the big deal? You're just having selective amnesia. No matter how they try to treat you, just say you can't remember, and that's that. Do you think they can pry open your head to check?"
He Xing had left early that morning. Although he was gone, he arranged a bunch of tests for Xia Ning, along with many treatment plans, which greatly troubled her, yet she didn't know what to do.
When she heard what Xia Guoxiong had said, her eyes lit up with excitement, and she nodded vigorously, "Dad, you're so brilliant, you're the best, how come I didn't think of that."
This "Dad" sounded much more genuine than the previous one, at least tinged with a bit of surprise and gratitude.
