Who Says I Don't Love You

"What are you talking about?" the doctor looked up at me.

"But I seem to have another name, not Amy," I hesitated.

"Do you remember your husband's name?" asked the doctor.

"Yi Chen, he is the one I love very much."

I paused for a moment, showing a vacant look, frowning together, "but I don't know if Yichen is my husband. He told me that his name is Yichen, so it may be him!"

"He's your husband. He shouldn't lie to you," said the young doctor.

"Maybe!" I turned to look out of the window. The morning sun was not so dazzling, but it was really warm enough. I felt a little dizzy when it fell on the light colored floor in the ward.

These words have been stuck in my heart for a long time. In this place, I don't know who to say to except the doctor.

"I hope so!" I whispered, as if comforting myself.

"You have a good rest! Don't always force yourself to recover your memory if you can't remember it." the doctor comforted and went out.

As soon as I got to the door, the door was kicked open.

My 'husband' said to me, "you hurry to pack up and we're out of the hospital."

Seeing him, I couldn't help shivering. The next second, I refused loudly: "I don't leave the hospital. I haven't recovered yet!"

He pulled me out of bed, and there was instant pain on his arm.

The young doctor hurriedly stopped and said, "what are you doing? My patient doesn't want to leave the hospital. You can't force her."

My 'husband' pushed the doctor away, dragged me out, and turned back to scold the doctor: "she is my wife. I'm leaving the hospital now."

In a hurry, I grabbed the doctor's sleeve, begged him and said, "doctor, I beg you. I don't want to leave the hospital. Please help me."

Although I never doubted that he was my husband, I rejected him very much. Even now he holds my wrist, I still want to escape.

The choking in my heart always lingers. I just want to stay in the hospital and recover my memory with the help of the doctor. Then, after confirming our relationship, we can decide whether to go home with him.

The doctor took my other hand and didn't mean to let go.

"What do you want?" my husband roared.

"My duty is to take good care of every patient." the doctor explained and comforted, "Sir, since your wife doesn't want to leave the hospital, as an adult, I hope you respect her."

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. I've finished the discharge procedures. Come with me!" he grabbed my hand again and tore me rigidly.

I had no time to escape and kicked him in the leg in a hurry.

"I just don't want to leave the hospital. I don't want to go with you!" I shouted.

"Don't you come with me?" he looked at me fiercely and let out a killing opportunity in his eyes.

"Well, I won't go." I nodded heavily.

"You are my wife. If you don't go with me, who do you want to go with?" he stared at me and said, "is it him?" he raised his finger and pointed to the doctor.

I looked at the man in front of me and felt terrible. Unconsciously began to tremble, because the lack of memory overwhelmed me.

"Sir, please speak with respect!" said the young doctor seriously.

"Since you know respect, please let go of my wife."

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on my hand, and the doctor immediately released me. But at this time, my 'husband' stretched me out.

He didn't care about my sick clothes at all, so he pulled me out.

The young doctor immediately blocked us with his body: "now, this is a hospital. Don't make trouble!"

My husband swung his fist and hit the doctor. The door was pushed open again. The former attending doctor came in.

He asked in an educational tone, "Dr. Li, what the hell are you doing?"

"Director, when did you come back?" the young doctor asked happily.

"Just back! Let's not talk about this first. Get out of the way and let them leave the hospital." the director ordered.

"But..." the young doctor looked at me and said, "the patient doesn't want to leave the hospital."

"I've read her examination report. There's nothing left. You can leave the hospital. Besides, as a doctor, you can't stop the opinions of the patient's family members. Moreover, the procedures for the family members have been completed."

Said here, the director also took a special look at my 'husband', then looked at me and said, "Congratulations, you have recovered. You can leave the hospital."

Hearing this, I was completely stunned. There seemed to be no hope. I looked out of the window in despair.

He stared at the young doctor, then dragged me and swaggered out. Out of the hospital, he called a taxi by the side of the road and took me to the car.

I looked at the man around me indifferently. I didn't talk or quarrel. I just want to think quietly. Now I can't believe the man in front of me. As soon as I saw him, there was endless fear in my heart.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked innocently.

"Go home!" he replied positively.

"We don't seem to live here?" I tempted again.

"Yes, but we have emigrated here." he hesitated for a while and then said, "do you remember anything?"

I was stunned and looked at him. I immediately hid my mind and said, "didn't you say that my name is either Mo Yuhan or Amy? I don't like Amy, but I prefer Mo Yuhan."

"If you like to call Mo Yuhan, just call Mo Yuhan!" he didn't care.

From the taxi to the bus, and then got on a minibus. We came out of the hospital at more than ten o'clock. We didn't reach our destination until evening.

After getting off, I saw a seaside villa. It doesn't look great outside, but it's very distinctive.

"Is this our house?" I asked in a low voice.

Looking around, there were no tall buildings and no car sirens. Without the noise and noise of the city, it seems to have a lasting appeal.

I decided it was a small town and looked very quiet. The sea breeze blows slowly, mixed with a faint fragrance of flowers.

The scenery here is very good, both quiet and refreshing, a relaxed and happy feeling.

I like this environment very much, but when I turn around and look at the man around me, I feel a little disgusted.

"Well, this is our house," he answered.