Guan Longji’s sharp gaze locked onto him, his resolute jaw subtly twitching.
This young boss wasn’t talkative; with just a glance or command, people would naturally serve him. His innate depth combined with his acquired environment gave the thirty-something Guan Longji an imposing presence that made everyone tremble.
“Brain trauma?” His low voice shot out like a cold, sharp arrow, enough to frighten the timid.
Ah… As someone said, politicians are like this! Bold in predicting the future, and able to explain themselves if predictions go wrong… Actually, famous doctors are similar! Bold in predicting patient conditions, and able to explain themselves if predictions go wrong… The surgical director smiled bitterly to himself.
“There might have been oxygen deprivation in the patient’s brain. We, we’ll need to wait until the patient regains consciousness to determine if there are any sequelae.”
“What sequelae?!” Guan Longji asked coldly.
Despite the comfortable air conditioning, the room temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees, freezing and chilling.
The narrative continues with detailed medical discussions and Guan Longji’s intense concern for the patient, eventually leading to her gradual awakening and initial interactions.
Nurse Miss busily took her blood pressure and pulse, eagerly asking, “Miss Fang, what’s making you uncomfortable?”
“Miss Fang?” Her clear and bright water-like eyes showed a hint of confusion, “Are you calling me?”
The nurse was stunned.
Indeed… This was personally revealed by Guan Xiansen, that the Sleeping Beauty’s surname was “Fang”, though he hadn’t mentioned her first name.
She turned her gaze towards Guan Longji.
Three doctors in white coats walked into the hospital room.
She stared at Guan Longji, the only person she could consider “familiar”, because during her half-asleep, hazy state in the past two days, she had always vaguely seen his worried expression – she remembered his face and recognized his voice.
He is… he is…
Who is he?
A puzzled expression like dark clouds covered her delicate and pale face, and she furrowed her brows and asked, “Who… are you?”
Guan Longji’s body stiffened, responding with silence.
“Do you… do you know who I am?” A strange panic made her eyes turn red, her voice trembling, “I… I don’t know who I am!”
Everyone looked at each other.
“Memory disorder?” Guan Longji repeated with a hint of shock, echoing the doctor’s diagnosis.
