"Xiao Han." Qingyi could hardly control her emotions.

The drunkard looked at Qingyi, who was crying and laughing while holding his hand, and closed his eyes with some discomfort.

"Where is it uncomfortable? Xiaohan?"

Qingyi touched his head with his hand, and the worry made the drunkard feel inexplicable, but he felt relieved.

After recovering, I opened my eyes again.

He looked at Qingyi, his pale lips moved, and an extremely hoarse question came out of his throat:

"Who are you?"

The joy on Qingyi's face instantly frozen, and she was stunned by the words of the drunkard.

Baiyi was also confused.

Looking at the scared two people, the drunkard didn't know what happened.

"Xiao...Xiaohan, what's wrong with you?" Qingyi was so scared that she couldn't speak.

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

"Little... Han? Is it me?" Looking at Qingyi, who was extremely anxious, the drunkard was full of confusion and doubts.

Looking around, he began to feel uneasy.

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

The two of them looked at each other with a look and were completely stunned.

Bai Yi squatted down and said anxiously: "Drinking, you, stop making trouble. Qing Yi is already scared to death by you. Don't scare him anymore. It's almost OK."

"Wine... ghost?" He still looked confused 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 that he really couldn't remember them or himself.

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

The drunkard withdrew his gaze from Baiyi's anxious figure and looked at Qingyi.

But Qingyi's eyes covered with red bloodshot were filled with tears, looking at him.

Under tears, sadness and pain intertwined.

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

It is hard to tell whether it is joy or sadness.

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

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, blaming himself for causing him to cry.

Qingyi looked at the drunkard who was nervous and afraid that he would do something wrong and seemed to collapse in an instant, but in a blink of an eye, she was particularly calm.

He suppressed the emotions that were surging in his heart, opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice: "You... really, don't remember me?"

"I……"

The drunkard looked at Qingyi's strange face and tried his best to remember something, but it was futile.

"I'm sorry, my mind is pale and nothing." He was full of blame and guilt.

Qingyi touched his head and smiled and comforted: "It's okay, don't be afraid, this is the hospital, the doctor will come soon, there will be no trouble."

His voice choked several times. He was sobbing that he was so nervous that he felt so uncomfortable, but he still had to smile and comfort others.

The drunkard looked at him and nodded.

Baiyi came with the doctor.

When the alcoholic saw the doctor's white coat, he subconsciously repelled and resisted.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, just check it." Qingyi held his hand that was tightly grasping the quilt and comforted her softly.

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

After a check, no problems were found.

The doctor recommends a comprehensive examination.

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

He is healthy and has no brain trauma.

You shouldn't lose your memory.
Chapter completed!