Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Xiaohan." Tsing Yi could hardly control her emotions.

The drunkard looked at Tsing Yi, who was crying and laughing while holding his hand, and closed his eyes somewhat uncomfortably.

"Where is it? Xiaohan?"

Tsing Yi's hand touched his head. If he was worried, the drunkard felt inexplicable, but he felt relieved.

After slowing down, he opened his eyes again.

He looked at Tsing Yi, his pale lips moved, and an extremely hoarse question was squeezed from his throat:

"who are you?"

The joy on Tsing Yi's face instantly solidified, and the whole person was fooled by the drunkard's words.

Bai Yi was also dumbfounded.

Looking at the two people who were frightened, the alcoholic didn't know what happened.

"Xiao...Xiaohan, what's the matter with you?" Tsing Yi was frightened.

"Don't scare me, where are you uncomfortable? Tell me, I'll call the doctor."

"Xiao...Han? Is it me?" Looking at Tsing Yi, who was extremely anxious, the drunkard was full of confusion and questions.

Looking around, he became uneasy.

"Is this a hospital? What's wrong with me?"

The two of Tsing Yi and Bai Yi looked at each other and were completely startled.

Bai Yi squatted down and said anxiously: "Drunkard, you, stop making trouble, Tsing Yi is already going to be scared to death by you, don't scare him anymore, it's almost done."

"Wine... ghost?" He still looked blank and questioned.

He seemed to be wondering whether he was called Xiaohan or a drunkard.

The two had to believe that the drunkard was not joking, but really did not remember them or themselves.

"You, don't worry, I'll find a doctor." Bai Yi patted Tsing Yi's shoulder, got up and rushed out of the ward.

The drunkard withdrew his gaze from the white clothes anxiously leaving, and looked at Tsing Yi.

But seeing Tsing Yi's bloodshot eyes filled with tears, he looked at him.

With tears, grief and pain were mixed.

He seemed to see him sad, and he seemed to see him happy.

Can't tell if it is happiness or sadness.

"What's wrong with you...?" Mu Han asked cautiously.

Although he did not recognize the person in front of him, he could feel that this person cared about him very much.

Seeing him like this, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and blamed himself for making him cry.

Tsing Yi looked uneasy, for fear that the alcoholic who had done something wrong, seemed to collapse for a moment, but in a blink of an eye, he was particularly calm.

He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, opened his mouth, and asked dumbly: "You...really, don't you remember me?"

"I……"

The drunkard looked at the strange face of Tsing Yi, trying his best to remember something, but in vain.

"Sorry, my mind is blank, there is nothing." He was full of self-blame and guilt.

Tsing Yi touched his head, smiled and comforted: "It's okay, don't be afraid, this is the hospital, the doctor will be here soon, nothing will happen."

His voice choked for a few moments, and he was so flustered and uncomfortable to death, but he still wanted to smile to comfort others.

The alcoholic looked at him and nodded.

Bai Yi came with the doctor.

Seeing the white coat on the doctor, the alcoholic subconsciously rejected it.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, just do an inspection." Tsing Yi took his hand gripping the quilt and softly soothed.

The drunkard looked at him, nodded again after a moment, and cooperated with the doctor obediently.

After an inspection, no problems were found.

The doctor recommends a thorough examination.

However, after more than an hour of tossing, I checked all over my body, but there was still no problem.

He is healthy and his brain has not been traumatized.

There shouldn't be memory loss.