An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 328 Should he know her?
"Miss, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?" the man asked in a low voice, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

Hearing the familiar voice above her, Meng Youyou tilted her head back from the other person's chest, her watery eyes fixed on him, the corners of her eyes red. The girl's lips moved, her voice muffled by a nasal tone: "You're not Huo Qingshan?"

He sounded extremely aggrieved, as if he would burst into tears the moment he answered "no".

This question caught the man off guard, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes, as if he was surprised that she could pronounce his name so accurately. After a moment's hesitation, he simply replied, "I am Huo Qingshan." He then quickly added, "But... I don't know what our relationship is?"

As he spoke, he tried to move his body backward to distance himself from the unfamiliar girl who was so close to him, but the girl's arms were wrapped around his waist so tightly, as if she was afraid he would run away, and she showed no intention of letting go, so the man ultimately failed.

Huo Qingshan had no choice but to turn his head slightly to the side to avoid their breaths mingling too closely. "Excuse me, comrade," he explained righteously. "I only woke up half a month ago. My comrades told me that I suffered a brain injury during a mission a year ago and was in a vegetative state in the hospital for more than a year. I only recently began to regain consciousness."

After a pause, the man continued, "But when I woke up, I had lost many memories, including those of my comrades in the team, so..."

Meng Youyou understood what the other person meant and interrupted, "So, you don't recognize me?"

Huo Qingshan hesitated for a few seconds. His hesitation wasn't because he hadn't thought of an answer, but because he was unsure whether to say it. He subconsciously avoided the other person's intense gaze, and finally nodded solemnly: "Yes, that's how it is."

Upon hearing this, the girl abruptly released the hug, pulled her hands back behind her back, and stared at him with her large, watery eyes, but didn't move an inch, maintaining a dangerously intimate distance between them.

Huo Qingshan felt a little flustered by the pair of eyes staring at him. It wasn't because he was frightened by the anger and annoyance in them, but because the moment she looked at him, he instinctively realized that the owner of those eyes probably had a deep connection with him—those beautiful, moist eyes were brimming with complex and intense emotions, as if they held unspeakable words, although he couldn't decipher their complete and clear meaning at the moment.

This sudden realization left him momentarily bewildered and his mind in complete disarray. He didn't have time to notice the sudden sting to his heart, nor did he have time to ponder where that tiny, barbed thorn had come from, or why it had caused such a rapid, excited throbbing in his chest.

By the time he belatedly noticed the abnormality and tried to focus his senses, he could only catch a faint ripple of lingering fear. As the memory lingered, the only thing Huo Qingshan was certain of was that the sneak attack had injected some mysterious liquid into his body; otherwise, there was no way to explain why he felt a tingling numbness spreading from his chest, as if experiencing a strange tide, gradually transforming into a dull itch that wouldn't go away, accompanied by an unusual increase in local temperature.

Furthermore, his apparent failure to step back after the other person released his grip is inexplicable. In short, everything about him is illogical.

...

Not long after returning to the ward, the nurse gently pushed the door open and came in, holding a blood pressure monitor and a recorder. Her eyes swept over the thin layer of sweat on the man's forehead, and she smiled as she said, "Battalion Commander Huo, you look much more steady walking today than the past few days!"

Upon seeing the person enter, Huo Qingshan quickly walked to the bedside and sat down. He deftly rolled up the sleeves of his hospital gown, extending his arm, revealing a forearm with skin that was still somewhat pale from long periods without sun exposure.

The nurse bent down to put the blood pressure cuff on him, and continued, "But you can't be too impatient. When you weren't in the ward, Dr. Wei came to the nurses' station and gave you a few instructions. He said that you've been staying outside all morning, and the workload is a bit excessive. After all, you've been lying down for so long. Recovery should be gradual. Your muscle endurance hasn't fully caught up yet, and walking for too long will easily tire you out and hinder your recovery process."

The blood pressure monitor made a soft hissing sound as it inflated. The nurse glanced down at the reading and her tone relaxed: "Good, your blood pressure is normal." As she released the pressure, she remembered something and added, "Dr. Wei also said that your digestive system has recovered well recently, and you don't need to stick to semi-liquid foods anymore. For lunch and dinner these days, you can choose one meal to eat a moderate amount of lean meat and vegetables to ensure adequate intake of high-quality protein and vitamins, which will be beneficial for improving muscle activity."

"Okay, thank you." The man withdrew his arm, his fingertips stroking down his sleeve slowly, responding politely at the same time.

The nurse put away the blood pressure monitor, bowed her head and scribbled on the record board, then continued without looking up, "You don't need an IV drip starting today, but don't forget to take the newly prescribed oral medication. It will help improve your blood circulation and promote the recovery of muscle and nerve function. The green capsules are to be taken before meals, and the others are to be taken after meals. Don't get them mixed up; I've put labels on the medicine boxes."

The nurse closed the record board, picked up the blood pressure monitor, and glanced at Huo Qingshan's face as she looked up: "If you want to go out for a walk or exercise this afternoon, remember to control the time. It's best not to go for more than half an hour at a time. It's the most scientific way to exercise for a while and then rest for a while."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble." Huo Qingshan stood up and watched the nurse leave. The door had barely closed for two seconds when a familiar greeting came from the corridor outside the ward: "Comrade Li, are you here to bring your battalion commander food again?"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a knock sounded on the door. "Come in," the man replied, his voice steady.

The door was pushed open again, and the driver, Xiao Li, walked in, carrying a stainless steel thermos in each hand, wearing a neat dark green military uniform.

Seeing this, Huo Qingshan spoke first: "Didn't I tell you, you don't need to make a special trip to bring me food. I can walk again now, I'll just go to the hospital cafeteria to eat by myself later."

“Um…” Xiao Li glanced down at the thermos in his hands, looking embarrassed. “This was made by the regimental commander’s wife. She asked the regimental commander to take it to the team, and then the regimental commander asked me to bring it over.”

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan frowned and then relaxed, ultimately finding himself at a loss.

The commander's wife prepared the meal according to Huo Qingshan's previous dietary standards: a bowl of old chicken soup and a bowl of millet porridge.

Huo Qingshan picked up a spoon and slowly sipped his soup while casually rambling on about the topic, from the team's training progress to the food conditions in the camp canteen, jumping from one topic to another. Xiao Li, being quick-witted, answered all of these "basic knowledge-sharing questions" meticulously and without reservation.

After all, their battalion commander had lost his memory after waking up, and had forgotten many things. Over the past two weeks, through various exchanges with them, I have roughly figured out the situation of myself and the team, with not much missing.

Until their battalion commander suddenly started stammering, "Um..." The man's hand, which was scooping soup, paused in mid-air, and he couldn't utter the rest for a long time. Xiao Li was wondering what their battalion commander wanted to ask, and why it was so difficult to say. He looked up at him inquisitively, eagerly waiting for the next question.

"It's about...did I have a girlfriend before?" The man finally stammered out the question that had been bothering him. He accidentally choked on his soup as he finished speaking, then coughed lightly to try and calm himself down.

Huh? Upon hearing the question, Xiao Li was completely dumbfounded. He even doubted if he had misheard—You, do you have a girlfriend? You're asking me???

In stark contrast to Xiao Li's "dumbfounded" state, the man across the table was constantly shoveling soup into his mouth, his pace so frequent that he seemed oblivious to it.

Xiao Li opened his mouth, then closed it again, scratching the back of his neck as he struggled with his thoughts for a long time before finally speaking: "I'm not quite sure, but... I don't think so, right?" He looked constipated and gave an ambiguous answer in a tentative tone.

However, he still honestly added some evidence to support his conclusion: "Anyway, before you were injured, I never heard you mention anything about a girlfriend. And before you went on that mission, the commander was actively trying to introduce you to potential partners." The more Xiao Li spoke, the more convinced he became, and the smoother his words became: "Moreover, in the year or so since you were injured and fell into a coma, I haven't seen any young woman claiming to be your girlfriend come to visit you in the hospital."

The entire logic is sound, well-founded, and comprehensive, making it highly persuasive. Therefore, the reliability of the conclusions drawn is indeed quite high.

Huo Qingshan sat quietly to the side, not moving his spoon. The inexplicable doubt that had been weighing on his mind had finally been answered.

Since that was the case, Huo Qingshan saw no need to delve any deeper into the topic, assuming that most of the people on the other end were also unaware of the situation. He then casually changed the subject, lightly brushing the matter aside.

...

During his lunch break, the man lay quietly on the bed. Whenever he closed his eyes, those wet eyes, like clouds gathering rain, would always appear in his mind.

Belatedly, Huo Qingshan slowly deciphered the unspoken words hidden deep within those eyes, perhaps including a choked accusation: "How could you not recognize me?"

So, should he get to know her?
No! The moment this thought crossed his mind, Huo Qingshan decisively dismissed it. He couldn't possibly know her; at most, it was possible that "he" knew her, the true owner of this body.

To this day, Huo Qingshan still can't figure out how he got here.
His last memory was of the scorching sun on the training ground, so intense it could crack the earth. It was clearly an ordinary afternoon when Huo Qingshan was demonstrating a counter-attack technique in weapon combat to the new recruits. A steel rod swung towards the side of his head. He was about to dodge when suddenly his body was bound by something intangible, rendering him completely immobile. He could only watch helplessly as the rod fell.

Then, the world went completely dark.

He had no idea how much time had passed. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in this bizarre and fantastical world, a strange and modern place.

The hospital ward was visibly equipped with high-end and advanced facilities. The doctors and nurses surrounding him were all calling his name, "Huo Qingshan," and their expressions revealed varying degrees of joy.

In his view, the group's reaction to his sobriety was perhaps a little too enthusiastic.

He asked these people, "Where am I? Who are you?"

His response was a long, drawn-out explanation, filled with a lot of unfamiliar words, which he couldn't understand at all.

Not long after, several men in dark green military uniforms arrived at the ward one after another upon hearing the news. When they saw him, they were all incredibly emotional, even more so than the group of doctors and nurses who had arrived earlier.

The uniforms worn by this group of people looked familiar, yet they were quite different. The material was more structured, and the epaulets on the collars and the badges on the chests were different. The workmanship of the belt buckles at the waists looked particularly exquisite.

Huo Qingshan then asked those people, "Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy ward fell silent instantly. A middle-aged male doctor standing guard outside suddenly changed his expression, hurriedly pushed through the crowd, strode over, took out a portable flashlight from his chest pocket, and quickly shone it into the patient's pupils.

He was then pushed into a larger room and shoved into a glowing metal capsule. The lid clicked shut, cutting off all outside noise. Immediately afterward, a deafening buzzing sound erupted from inside, making his eardrums ache. Indescribable vibrations came from all directions, as if he were being enveloped and scanned by something.

He had lived for twenty-seven years and had never seen such a strange and unusual object.

After several attempts, the doctor finally concluded that: imaging examinations did not reveal any obvious organic lesions. There is no uniform pattern to the recovery trajectory of this type of post-traumatic memory impairment. It is impossible to rule out the possibility of the gradual awakening of some memories, nor is it certain whether the current state will be maintained in the long term. The only option is to treat and observe simultaneously.

In short, the specific cause is unknown and requires further research, while whether past memories can be recovered is currently unknown.

Compared to the widespread worry among those around him, Huo Qingshan, the person directly involved, reacted rather calmly to the amnesia, showing little concern.

Because he was more concerned with other things. Initially, Huo Qingshan was wary of everyone around him. Only after gradually confirming through multi-dimensional observation that he was not in danger did he officially transform into a parched sponge, desperately absorbing all the information in the world and constantly refreshing his self-awareness. For example: It is now 202X.