After the doctor finished treating the wound on her face, Gu Qingqing was already sweating and wet.

When He Zi came in, Gu Qingqing's face had been rebanded.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I knew I shouldn't have let you go." He Zi was very guilty.

With tears in her beautiful eyes, she kept holding on to her and reached out to hold her hand.

Feeling the wetness in her palm, He Zi didn't know what to say in her heart.

The doctor asked He Zi to go to the office to talk about the injuries on Gu Qingqing's face.

"Sister-in-law, I'll come over later."

Gu Qing forced a smile and nodded.

This smile pulled the wound on his face and made it even more painful.

After she watched He Zi go out, her eyes suddenly dimmed, as if she had lost her light.

In the doctor's office, the attending doctor told He Zi: "I think the patient's current situation should be asked to see a psychologist."

"Why do you say that?" He Zi's face suddenly sank, and there was obvious displeasure in her voice.

What does he mean by saying this?

Could it be that Gu Qingqing has a mental problem?

The attending doctor knew He Zi's identity, so he spoke with a little respect.

"When we treated her for the injuries on her face just now, she refused to let her get anesthesia. The nerves on her face were very sensitive, but she endured the pain and didn't even snorted. I always felt that there seemed to be heavy thoughts in her heart, which made her want to torture herself with clear pain."

Hearing this, He Zi's body trembled slightly. Could it be that it was her brother's death?

"You should have also discovered that she has reached the point of disfigurement of the wounds on her face and the scars she will leave in the future. She doesn't care at all. It's like the injured face is someone else's." The attending doctor felt strange, no one would be so calm.

He paid attention to Gu Qingqing's treatment.

It was obvious that the pain could not be taken, but she still gritted her teeth and said nothing.

She could feel pain, but it seemed that there was a psychological trauma that hurt more than the face, which made her not care about the wound on her face at all.

He Zi did not get angry anymore, and silently left the doctor's office and returned to Gu Qingqing's ward.

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing?" As soon as He Zi entered, she saw Gu Qingqing pulling out the infusion needle on the back of her hand and getting up to get out of bed.

Gu Qingqing looked at her who came back and said, "Now the wound has been treated, I'm fine. Let's go back!"

"You can't go back, you still need infusion treatment. You can't get the wound infected again." He Zi forcedly stopped him.

Gu raised his head gently and looked at her with a gauze wrapped around him.

"I'm really fine. We're not here. I'm not at ease with my brother's diet."

Losing He Zi, she can no longer lose her brother.

She would never allow anyone to have another chance to poison her brother.

"Then you stay here, I'll go back, I'll go back now." He Zi held Gu Qingqing's shoulders, stared at her with her eyes tightly, and her tone of speech was anxious.

She was anxious, anxious about Gu Qingqing's current lifeless attitude.

"You go back now, Brother Jiang Feng asks you what's going on with your face? What do you say?" He Zi asked her.

Gu Qingqing was asked, her eyes slightly sunk.

After a while, she nodded slightly: "Then my brother, please trouble you."

"We are all a family, what's the trouble?" He Zi helped Gu Qingqing lie down and asked the nurse to come in and re-tied the needle for the infusion before leaving.

On the way back, the car was galloping, and she was sitting behind her, with a wide open window.

The wind blew in, and He Zi's hair was blown up.

She leaned against the seat, her eyes staring at everything outside the window with a little sadness.

After arriving at home, Jiang Feng was awake and was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at the tablet.

He Zi adjusted her mood and walked over.

"Brother Jiang Feng!" She smiled and went over to say hello.

Jiang Feng is very handsome, has fair skin and a bit of clean temperament.

If he hadn't been poisoned and injured his brain, he would have been a legend in the stock market now.

"Miss, Mr. Zhong is here." The butler came over at this time and said in a gentle and respectful voice.

He Zi immediately stood up and lowered her head slightly to Old Zhong who was being pushed in.

Although He Zi has a noble status, Mr. Zhong is an elder that Jiang Feng respects very much, and is still treating Jiang Feng's illness, so He Zi respects this old man very much.

Mr. Zhong glanced at He Zihou and his eyes fell on Jiang Feng's face.

He had been here once yesterday to diagnose Jiang Feng's pulse, and also looked at Jiang Feng's previous medical records, as well as all the treatment processes and medications abroad.

He knew very well that the poison Jiang Feng was exposed to was irreversible to the brain.

As foreign experts said, all we can do now is to alleviate and improve. It is impossible to return to the previous state.

"Jiang Feng, don't remember me?" Although Mr. Zhong already knew that Jiang Feng had limited memory now, he had seen him yesterday. Seeing him again today, he was still so strange, which made Mr. Zhong feel deeply heavy.

It is easy to recover if your memory is so traumatized.

When Jiang Feng heard someone calling him, he put down his tablet, slowly looked up, and looked at Mr. Zhong who had been pushed in front of him.

"Are you?" Jiang Feng really had no impression of it, and he didn't know who the old man in front of him was.

"Brother Jiang Feng, he is Grandpa Zhong, before..."

When she heard that she was going to talk about it before, Grandpa Zhong shook his head at her.

He signaled her not to say things that were so long ago, so as not to have a headache when Jiang Feng thought about it carefully.

He Zi nodded and sat down aside.

Mr. Zhong looked at Jiang Feng with gentle eyes: "Come on, give me your hand, I'll take your pulse for you."

Jiang Feng was a little confused and looked at He Zi.

He Zi was actually a little moved. Brother Jiang Feng had a bad memory and couldn't remember who was who.

After a period of treatment abroad, I am getting better now, at least I remember the recent things.

Brother Jiang Feng returned to China for a few days, but he didn't know her for the first time, and then he knew who she was every time.

Moreover, Brother Jiang Feng trusted her very much, just like trusting Gu Qingqing.

He Zi nodded to Brother Jiang Feng: "Brother Jiang Feng, Grandpa Zhong is a doctor, let him take your pulse!"

When Jiang Feng heard this, he looked at Grandpa Zhong again.

Grandpa Zhong was wearing a gray Zhongshan outfit today. Because of his inconvenience in legs and feet, he was always sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed in by the guard arranged by the Qiao family.

When Jiang Feng stretched out his hand, he did not take Grandpa Zhong's pulse.

It was a thin blanket that was put on Grandpa Zhong’s legs.

"Some of it slipped down, you should feel cold, right?" Jiang Feng spoke.

Looking at the innocence and understanding in his eyes, Mr. Zhong smiled slightly.

In the past, Jiang Feng was very smart and steady, and the most important thing was that he was very kind and often did a lot of good deeds.

Now he is sick, and his eyes still have the kindness of nature.

It’s great that there are few such children nowadays.

But, his illness?”
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