Zhou Lin took a deep breath and lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question your capabilities."
Doctor Fang, with a slightly cold tone that didn't worry about offending Zhou Lin, bluntly said, "You would say such a thing, so Miss Cheng becoming this way must be deeply related to you."
"Can you cure her?" asked Zhou Lin.
"Memory is a very delicate thing. To be honest, amnesia isn't even considered a conventional mental illness, so medication won't help," Doctor Fang paused, then added, "What's important is your company."
She assumed Zhou Lin was Cheng Zhiwei's husband, naturally the closest person to her.
However, Zhou Lin's company was something Cheng Zhiwei had never received.
Zhou Lin got into the car with complex feelings. As soon as he sat down, he felt Cheng Zhiwei sneak a look at him. He turned to look at her, meeting her inquisitive eyes.
She carefully considered her words, "May I ask who you are?"
