Qing Yi’s steps suddenly halted, and his whole body froze in place.
His heartbeat went off rhythm in an instant. He suppressed his inner surge of excitent, fear, or joy, turned rigidly around, looked at Mu Han, and forced himself to speak calmly, asking:
"You... what did you just call ?"
"Did I call you wrong? I, I heard soone call you that..."
Seeing Qing Yi’s odd expression, Mu Han thought he had upset him by calling his na incorrectly, and imdiately felt uneasy.
Hearing his reply, Qing Yi didn’t know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or to feel heartbroken and sad.
He thought he didn’t have amnesia.
He thought he had amnesia but still rembered him...
Turns out, neither was true.
Qing Yi smiled, but his eyes felt dry and uncomfortable.
"I am Qing Yi, you weren’t wrong."
Hearing this, Mu Han’s tense heart relaxed.
Then he looked at him with full expectation and cautiously asked,
"...And what about ?"
"Your surna is Mu, and your na is Mu Han."
"Mu, Han."
The na felt very unfamiliar to him, just like Qing Yi.
"Yes, you are a doctor who saves lives."
"A doctor?" He was sowhat surprised, not expecting his profession to be so noble.
"That’s right, your dical skills are unmatched, even by the top national dical teams." When Qing Yi said this, his eyes were full of pride and honor.
"Really? Was I really that impressive?" Mu Han was a bit excited.
"Of course."
"Thank you."
Thank you?
Qing Yi’s smile was stiff for a mont, then returned to normal.
"You stay here for now, I’ll go make so noodles for you. After you finish eating, take a good rest."
"Okay."
When Bai Yi ca over, he saw the drunk sitting on the sofa eating noodles, while Qing Yi watched him from the side.
Bai Yi gestured to Qing Yi, calling him outside.
"Qing Yi, Young Master Gu said he knows so doctors who are quite knowledgeable and accomplished in treating amnesia, and he said he could help us get in touch."
Qing Yi’s expression changed imdiately.
"I said he’s fine now."
"He may be fine, but what about Third Young Master and Second Young Master? They are still missing, and even... even their life or death is uncertain right now. We only have two clues: the drunk and Bai Tang. I’ve already asked Hong Yi to talk to Bai Tang. Besides them, no one knows what really happened, and only when they recall can we know the truth. Have you considered that the Third Young Master could be in danger right now, just waiting for us to rescue him?"
"..." Qing Yi’s face turned pale.
"I understand that amnesia might be a blessing for the drunk, but what about Third Young Master? We’ve searched both the Capital City and the Holy City, but we couldn’t find them."
"Moreover, how can you be sure that the drunk won’t rember anything later? What if he rembers everything later and realizes that he might have missed the best ti to rescue the Third Young Master because of his amnesia? What will you have him do then?"
Bai Yi’s words left Qing Yi unable to argue.
He turned his head and looked at Mu Han, who, unaware of what had happened, was nervously watching him from the sofa.
Yes, Xiaohan is fine, but the Third Young Master still hasn’t returned...
If soday Xiaohan rembers everything and realizes he didn’t manage to save the Third Young Master because of his amnesia, how guilty would he feel?
How could he be so selfish and do this, letting down the Third Young Master and Xiaohan?
Bai Yi placed a hand on Qing Yi’s shoulder.
"Qing Yi, a person’s emotional knot can’t be untied through amnesia. This isn’t relief; it’s avoidance. You should trust the drunk."
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