Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

Xiao Hailan, standing outside the ward, cautiously watched Fu Zhengting as he pondered. She longed for him to remember Mu Tiantian, but she was also afraid that he would remember her cold and indifferent self from before.

Seeing Fu Zhengting's pained expression, I was suddenly startled.

Ignoring the embarrassment of being discovered, he strode inside.

Seeing Xiao Hailan quickly arrive at the bedside, Fu Zhengting realized that he didn't know when Xiao Hailan had arrived.

He could see the mother's nervousness.

But he felt no warmth whatsoever.

He actually felt very close to Uncle Zhong and Anan, who were outsiders.

He stopped pressing his head and looked at Xiao Hailan with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

I want to unravel all the mysteries around me.

But my brain is uncooperative.

Thinking about things brings nothing but pain.

When Xiao Hailan met Fu Zhengting's gaze, she felt both excited and hesitant.

I've never dared to face my son honestly, nor can I.

The more she acted this way, the more curious Fu Zhengting became.

The more curious you are, the more you need to use your brain.

My head is throbbing with pain again.

He couldn't resist pressing his temples again.

Uncle Zhong put down his bowl, grabbed Fu Zhengting's wrist, and said, "If you can't remember, don't think about it. Don't force yourself. You might remember it naturally when you're relaxed."

He fed the remaining porridge to Fu Zhengting.

At that moment, the doctor on duty came in.

Seeing so many people, the doctor earnestly advised, "The patient needs a quiet space to rest. You can't all come at once; it's too noisy with everyone talking."

Uncle Zhong glanced at Wen Kerou and Xiao Hailan, and said in a distant voice, "Did you two hear that? Hurry up and get out of the way. A-Shen is going to sleep after drinking his porridge."

Wen Kerou didn't want to leave like this, but if she stayed, Fu Zhengting wouldn't pay any attention to her.

It feels really bad to leave her hanging.

Uncle Zhong gave the driver, who had been standing silently behind Wen Kerou, an urging look.

The driver, not wanting Wen Kerou to stay up all night while injured, took it upon himself to push her out.

Xiao Hailan moved aside to make it easier for the driver to push Wen Kerou out.

Wen Kerou still looked up and smiled at Xiao Hailan as a greeting.

Xiao Hailan returned a polite smile.

She glanced sideways as the driver pushed Wen Kerou away.

She wanted to linger for as long as possible.

Seeing that Xiao Hailan was standing still, the on-duty doctor reminded her, "There are two people here, which is enough for them to take turns caring for her."

Xiao Hailan smiled awkwardly and nodded.

She glanced one last time at Fu Zhengting on the hospital bed before turning back to the ward across the hall.

Looking at Xiao Hailan's retreating figure, Fu Zhengting sensed heartache, guilt, and loneliness.

He had a strong intuition that something must have happened between his mother and him in the past.

My curiosity is about to explode.

Anan stood up and blocked Fu Zhengting's view, preventing him from looking any further.

Hypocritical maternal love is better left unsaid.

He never believed that someone as selfish and shrewish as Xiao Hailan would truly repent and want to make amends to Fu Zhengting.

He locked his phone and put it in his coat pocket, making room for the doctor on duty to examine him.

After the on-duty doctor finished the examination, he asked Fu Zhengting if he felt uncomfortable anywhere. After confirming that there was nothing seriously wrong, he gave him some advice on diet and maintaining a quiet environment before leaving.

The ward door closed, and silence returned.

Once things quieted down, that curious heart began to stir again.

Fu Zhengting asked Anan, "Tell me more about what happened between Mu Tiantian and me!"

Ah Nan leaned down and pressed his finger to Fu Zhengting's lips. "Boss, don't ask so many questions. It won't do you any good."

It will only increase the suffering.

It's best to forget about it for a while now.

At least I have no worries and can sleep peacefully.

Fu Zhengting took Anan's hand away. "If you're not going to talk about Mu Tiantian, then tell me about that woman and me from earlier."

This time, Anan covered Fu Zhengting's mouth, saying, "There's even less to say."

Fu Zhengting narrowed his eyes in displeasure. "Then tell me, how did you work for me before?"

How dare they be so presumptuous!

Anan chuckled and withdrew his hand. "Since the boss wants to know, I might as well tell you."

"Don't call me Boss!" Fu Zhengting found the title particularly strange and pointed it out sternly.

"Then I'll call you Brother Shen, or I can call you Ah Shen like Uncle Zhong does," Ah Nan said with a smile.

Fu Zhengting felt that A Nan's smile was so gay that it gave him goosebumps.

He gave him a disdainful look and said, "Whatever."

"Brother Shen, I still think Brother Shen is more domineering and his name sounds better," Anan commented.

Just as Fu Zhengting was about to close his eyes to sleep, he suddenly felt an intense itch on his back.

He rolled over gently and scratched his back.

I can't reach it, it's just a little short, and scratching through the clothes doesn't relieve the itch.

Ah Nan chuckled softly, "Brother Shen, let me help you."

His hand slipped under Fu Zhengting's clothes, then crawled like a centipede to the middle of his back, touching and scratching small bumps as he asked, "Is it this spot?"

"A little bit to the left." Fu Zhengting felt unsatisfied because he hadn't scratched the right spot.

I don't know if it's because of the burns from the fire or because I haven't showered, but I suddenly feel extremely itchy.

It's so itchy I want to scratch it raw.

Anan followed the instructions and scratched to the left.

"A little more to the left...downwards." He still couldn't get the scratching right, and Fu Zhengting really wanted to scratch it himself. "Downwards...downwards...a little further down, it's too low..."

As Anan increased the pressure and frequency, he finally scratched the right spot. "Don't go down, just scratch here."

Uncle Zhong found this scene very interesting and thought it would be a shame not to record it and show it to Mu Tiantian.

Mu Tiantian must really want to know about Fu Zhengting's situation.

As soon as Fu Zhengting spoke, he opened Mu Tiantian's WeChat and took a long-press photo.

Once you've finished recording, just send it over.

Not receiving an immediate reply, he assumed Mu Tiantian must be asleep.

When Fu Zhengting turned his head, he inadvertently saw Uncle Zhong patting him. Not knowing why Uncle Zhong was patting him, he frowned and asked, "What are you patting me about?"

Uncle Zhong smiled sheepishly and lied while standing, "Ah Shen, I didn't take any pictures, I was just adjusting the brightness of my phone."

Fu Zhengting stared at the phone in Uncle Zhong's hand, in disbelief.

Uncle Zhong lied again, going against his conscience, "I really didn't film it."

He put his phone in his pocket, then picked up the insulated food container and made an excuse to leave, saying, "I'm going inside to wash this."

Once inside the bathroom and with the door closed, he checked again to make sure the video had been sent successfully.

He guessed that Mu Tiantian would laugh when she saw this video.

He couldn't help but laugh after playing it once.

I typed a message and sent it: 【Sweetie, Ah Shen with amnesia is so incredibly cute!】