âThisâ¦â
Song Rui looked at Wei Yuanfan. His eyebrows were still furrowed. âDr. Wei, whatâs this?â
Song Wenchuan remembered his own name, but he forgot his parents.
Song Jingwan couldnât accept this. She was so shocked that she forgot to even cry. Her eyes were red as she tugged on Song Wenchuanâs sleeve. âBrother, Iâm your sister, Song Jingwan. Have you forgotten me? Think about it carefullyâ¦â
âMiss Song,â Wei Yuanfan reminded her. âThe patient just woke up. You should calm down a little.â
As soon as his voice fell, Song Wenchuan brushed the girlâs hand off his sleeve. His sharp eyes were filled with judgment as he studied Song Jingwan and Zhou Manli.
His gaze contained no emotion at all.
His lips parted slightly with a sense of coldness.
âYouâre not my sister.â
âBrother!â
Song Jingwan felt as though a knife had been stabbed into her heart as it overflowed with jealousy.
âAre you doing this on purpose? Are you blaming me for arguing with you in the car that day? I didnât want that accident to happen either! Iâve been praying every single day for you to wake up! I know you blame me for not visiting you while you were unconscious, but I had no choice!â
Song Jingwan took a deep breath and tears rolled from her eyes.
âIt was Song Yaoyao. She sent someone to watch over your room. Not only did she restrict me from visiting, she wouldnât even let mom visit you!â
âYaoyaoâ¦?â
Song Wenchuanâs eyes darkened when he heard this name.
âWhoâs Yaoyao?â he asked. âI donât know who that is.â
âSheâ¦â
Zhou Manli was shocked. She looked at Song Jingwan and their eyes met. Her eyes were filled with confusion.
So he wasnât doing it on purpose?
Thenâ¦
Song Rui broke out in a cold sweat. âDr. Wei, what exactly is going on? Why has he suddenly lost his memory? This isnât right! This canât happen to my son!â
Song Corporationâs future depended on him.
âMr. Song, we canât rush this. Remain patient. Weâll take him to get a CT scan.â
Outside, the corridor fell silent.
20 minutes laterâ¦
Wei Yuanfan opened the door and looked at the three people waiting outside. He nodded his head. âCome in.â
Zhou Manli wiped her tears and adjusted her shawl as she walked in.
Inside the Directorâs office, the man was wearing a coat on top of his hospital gown and sitting calmly on the chair in front of the desk. He crossed his arms; his gaze was indifferently cold.
It was as though he wasnât the one who had been examined and he wasnât the one who had lost his memory.
Wei Yuanfan looked at the report and asked, âApart from your name, what else do you remember? These peopleââhe pointed at Song Rui and the othersââyou donât remember any of them? What about Miss Song? Your other sister? You woke up thanks to her. She was the one who spent every dayâ¦â
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered what Song Yaoyao had specifically requested from him: she had told him not to reveal anything about his medical skills.
Especially not in front of the Songs.
âOh?â
Song Wenchuan narrowed his eyes. He leaned back in his chair and tapped lazily on the desk as though he was playing on a piano.
His hands were defined and his fingers were long and slender.
They were pale but good-looking.
âDo I really have sisters?â he raised his eyebrows.
Song Jingwan couldnât help but complain, âEarlier on, you said I wasnât your sister. Have you forgotten?â