Who is he?
Staring at the pristine white ceiling, all over his body pain faintly surged, Si Jing's eyebrows knitted together even tighter, his confusion intensified.
Where is this?
Suddenly, the door to the hospital room swung open, and three figures walked in.
"Awake? Are you feeling discomfort anywhere else?"
Lu Wenjin was the first to approach the bedside, his expression slightly stern.
The next second.
"Who are you?"
On the hospital bed, the man opened his mouth, his voice incredibly hoarse.
Lu Wenjin froze in place, incredulously blinking, "You don't recognize me?"
Si Jing pressed his lips together, looking down at his arm wrapped up like a zongzi: "Who am I then?"
Three people: "...."
It seems, it looks like, really... he's lost his memory!
At the same time, the doctor who was urgently called also hurried over.
After a long examination, he straightened his white coat, and let out a light sigh.
