Ye Ye didn’t understand the doctor’s intention, but upon seeing Dean’s face, she felt anger from the bottom of her heart. She turned her head away, pouting, “I don’t know him!” “What? You don’t know me?” Dean saw the petulance in her eyes; he was sure Ye Ye was just being stubborn, not amnesic! “Miss, you really don’t recognize him? If so, we might have to perform a craniotomy to help you recover your memory!” the doctor said, feigning seriousness. “What? A craniotomy—no, no, no—I recognize him—he’s Dean-Ho-Fuken! I recognize him, he’s just a damn bastard!” Ye Ye muttered the last part. Dean heard it but decided not to argue with a patient—wait until she recovers, then they’ll settle the score!
The doctor, seeing the softened expression on Dean’s face, confirmed, “Sir, I assure you, the lady is fine! Just make sure she rests, takes her medication, changes her dressings on time, and avoids strenuous activities; she’ll be alright!” “Good, you may leave,” Dean commanded in a low voice. The doctor exited.
Dean, seeing Ye Ye still ignoring him, took out the breakfast Ximen Xu had brought—a thermos of lean meat congee made by a Chinese chef. He poured some into a bowl and handed it to Ye Ye, signaling her to eat. Ye Ye pointed to her injured left hand with her right, indicating she could only use one arm, and looked at Dean for help. Dean, who had never served anyone in his life, felt awkward but couldn’t bear to see Ye Ye hungry and in pain, so he sat by her side, awkwardly feeding her congee with a spoon.
