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"Whether you want to hurt or not, you will already be hurt! Tang Ying, you are not a child anymore, think about the consequences before doing something!" Song Ya roared angrily, and was hugged by Zhou Guanhe the next moment.

Zhou Guanhe patted Song Ya's shoulder lightly, and comforted him: "Don't be sad, don't worry, nothing will happen."

But Song Ya couldn't bear the anger in her heart at all, and she still scolded Tang Ying hoarsely: "You better give me a long memory! I don't know who made you kneel, but kneel well! You kneel well Reflect on what you have done! Let me tell you Tang Ying, if something happens to Jin Yan, you will be finished!"

"Okay! Let's stop talking!" Zhou Guanhe looked at the situation and felt that letting Song Ya continue would only make the scene ugly, so he interrupted and comforted him: "Even if we quarrel outside, we can't change it. Jin Yan's current situation in the operating room, isn't it? It's better to stay calm and not be impatient."

Tang Ying stared blankly. After a long time, she suddenly heard the sound of the operating room door being opened.

The attending doctor's expression was obviously not as relaxed as when Qi Suining came out just now, and could even be called dignified.

"Doctor! How is my son!" Song Ya pushed away Zhou Guanhe who was holding her, and rushed towards the doctor with an urgent expression on her face, "Is my son okay? Is he okay!"

The eagerness and sadness on Song Ya's face seemed to be due to a mother's love for her son, and it's hard not to be moved by such feelings.

The doctor sighed, and said: "At present... there is no serious problem, and the life is basically out of danger, but"

"But what?" Song Ya's heart tightened, as if she was choked, and her breathing was heavy, "But what! Tell me!"

Father Tang stood beside Tang Ying, lowered his head with a complicated expression, and looked at his daughter.

On the other side, the doctor looked at Song Ya who was nervous, and said in a low voice: "Because of the impact on the back of the head, your son may lose his memory. But the specific situation, we still have to wait until your son wakes up."

Before the doctor could finish speaking, Song Ya couldn't hold on anymore and passed out.

"Song Ya! Are you okay!" Zhou Guanhe called her name nervously, and supported her with all his strength. He was at his wits' end, with his wife on one side and Zhou Jinyan who was pushed out not far away, his face turned livid immediately.

The scene was completely chaotic.

Only Tang Ying kept her original posture and knelt on the ground, indifferent. She was dressed in messy clothes, and the slap marks on her face hadn't faded yet, but a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Amnesia?

But what's wrong with amnesia?At least he will forget about Qi Suining, won't he?
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Han family, hall.

Han Mian found a private doctor to treat the wound when he returned home. The wound on his arm was so deep that the bones were visible. The wound was so small that it wasn't too shocking, but it was still very scary.

The hall was very quiet, Han Mian's expression was calm, but Song Wei looked like she had just cried, her eyes were flushed.

"Take it easy! What's going on with you people! You're so hands and feet!" Song Wei's distressed voice was crying, as if she was terrified.

Han Mian didn't react at all, as if it wasn't his arm that was injured, he didn't even frown.

Song Wei's eyes were red, she choked up and spoke, all dissatisfied: "Why are you hurt like this? For that Qi Suining? Han Mian, are you crazy?"

"It's just saving people subconsciously, it has nothing to do with who this person is."

"It has nothing to do with who this person is?" Song Wei sneered, "If you say this, do you believe it yourself? Han Mian, it's not the first day we met. Are you the kind of person who will help others get ahead? You are not at all! Only because this is Qi Suining, you will help!"

What a sharp remark, because it is Qi Suining, that's why he came out.

Indeed, Han Mian did not want to deny it.

"If you care about this matter, I hope you can calm down and talk to me again." He looked at the aggrieved Song Wei, and said lightly, "Qi Suining is only better than a stranger to me. I know my position and responsibilities better than you, Song Wei, and I hope you can do the same."

Song Wei was stunned for a while, the tears in her eyes were still rolling down violently, but her eyes were incredulous, she looked at Han Mian: "What did you say?"

"Your hearing should not decline." Han Mian fell on Song Wei's face without any waves.

On his side, the forehead of the doctor who treated his wound was full of sweat.

This young master Han really could bear it. He just suffered such a deep wound without anesthetic.

Song Wei's nasal cavity was stuffy and blocked, her voice was hoarse: "You don't like Qi Suining?"

"Whether I like her or not, she can only be a stranger." Han Mian's voice was extremely cold, the doctor wrapped up the last bit of gauze, he put on his coat, and moved calmly: "I say this, will you be Be clearer."

Song Wei's palms were cold.

Do you like it?
But it turns out that if I like it, I can be so cool.

"You hurt Qi Suining like this in order to save Qi Suining, can you really turn a blind eye to her?" Song Wei gritted her teeth, with scrutiny in her eyes.

"Song Wei," Han Mian stood up, stretched his cuffs, lowered his head to tidy up, and said lightly, "I can only do this."

When Han Mian went upstairs, he heard Song Wei sitting on the sofa, covering her face and crying.

Her voice is sad and aggrieved, enough to soften the heart of the most hard-hearted man in the world.

Unfortunately, Han Mian will not.

Han Mian walked upstairs step by step, unreasonably thinking of the scene when Qi Suining went abroad that year.

Three years ago, when Qi Suining went abroad, he sent the latter to the airport.

Han Mian still remembers that the weather in Hangzhou that year was treacherous, and the sky was often clear one second, and it rained heavily the next second.

When Qi Suining left from Qi's house, he only brought a small suitcase with him.

She didn't have any belongings, and she didn't take anything that Zhou Jinyan gave her, so she stood alone at the door of Qi's house.

He ordered the driver to stop, and saw the little girl looking up, her eyes were clear, with a hint of daze and obedience.

She pursed her lips slightly, smiled at herself without any aggressiveness, and said, "Please trouble Mr. Han."

Han Mian had already seen through Qi Suining's cuteness a long time ago. Her innocence and weakness are just a sword covered in icing sugar, which does not affect the lethality at all.

He walked towards her, took her luggage, and handed it to the assistant who got off.

Qi Suining waited quietly, without saying anything to refuse, like a doll that can be played with at will, as long as the person who plays with the doll can do whatever he wants without thinking about anything.