Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1290: He Doesn’t Remember Anything
"Xiaohan." Qing Yi almost couldn’t control her emotions.
The drunkard looked at Qing Yi, who was holding his hand, both crying and laughing, and closed his eyes with some discomfort.
"Is something wrong, Xiaohan?"
Qing Yi’s hand touched his head. The concerned words baffled the drunkard but also made him feel at ease.
After gathering his strength, he opened his eyes again.
He looked at Qing Yi, his pale lips moved, his throat squeezed out a hoarse question:
"Who... are you?"
The joy on Qing Yi’s face froze instantly, and the entire person was dumbfounded by the drunkard’s words.
Bai Yi was also stunned.
Seeing the two frightened people, the drunkard didn’t know what was happening.
"Xia... Xiaohan, what’s wrong with you?" Qing Yi was so scared that her words faltered.
"Don’t scare me. What’s wrong with you? Tell me, and I’ll call the doctor."
"Xiao... Han? Is that me?" Looked at the anxious Qing Yi, the drunkard was full of confusion and questions.
Looking around, he began to feel uneasy.
"Is this a hospital? What’s wrong with me?"
Qing Yi and Bai Yi exchanged a glance and were completely stunned.
Bai Yi squatted down, anxious, "Drunkard, don’t joke around anymore. Qing Yi is already scared to death by you. Stop scaring him; it’s enough."
"Drunk... ard?" He was still full of confusion and questions.
As if puzzled about whether he was called Xiaohan or the drunkard.
The two had to believe the drunkard wasn’t joking and really didn’t remember them, nor himself.
"Don’t worry, I’ll get the doctor." Bai Yi patted Qing Yi’s shoulder and rushed out of the ward.
The drunkard looked away from Bai Yi’s anxious departing figure and looked at Qing Yi.
Only to see Qing Yi’s eyes, full of bloodshot, brimming with tears, looking at him.
Tears swelled with sadness and pain.
He seemed to see him heartbroken, yet seemed also to see him happy.
Couldn’t distinguish between joy and sadness. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
"What... happened to you?" Mu Han carefully asked.
Although he didn’t recognize the person in front of him, he could feel that this person cared about him a lot.
Seeing him like this, he felt distressed, blaming himself for possibly making him cry.
Qing Yi looked at the anxious and worried drunkard, almost collapsing, yet in a blink of an eye, became particularly calm.
Suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, he opened his mouth and hoarsely asked, "Do you... really not remember me?"
"I..."
The drunkard looked at Qing Yi’s unfamiliar face, desperately trying to remember something, but it was in vain.
"I’m sorry, my mind is blank, there’s nothing there." He was filled with self-blame and guilt.
Qing Yi patted his head and smiled to comfort him, "It’s okay, don’t be afraid. This is a hospital, the doctor is coming soon, it will be fine."
His voice choked several times, clearly himself in panic and distress, yet forcing a smile to comfort others.
The drunkard watched him and nodded.
Bai Yi returned with the doctor.
Seeing the doctor’s white coat, the drunkard instinctively resisted and rejected.
"Don’t be afraid, it’s okay. Just an examination." Qing Yi held his tightly clasped hand on the sheet, softly comforting him.
The drunkard looked at him, and after a moment, nodded again, obediently cooperating with the doctor.
After a round of examinations, no problem was found.
The doctor recommended a thorough examination.
However, after more than an hour, having been checked all over, still not a single problem was found.
He was very healthy, and his brain hadn’t suffered any trauma.
He shouldn’t have amnesia.
