Amnesia?
Lu Mian paused in her steps, but in that mont, she breathed a sigh of relief.
A person losing their mory can be sorrowful, but at this mont, she only hoped that Duan ngng would erase all her bad mories, leaving only the happiest ones.
"That’s fine too..."
Lu Mian nodded and then instructed Shu Shu, "Shu Shu, don’t show the video you recorded. Keep it safe, don’t let anyone know."
Shu Shu naturally understood, "Don’t worry, Mianmian."
Xiao Qimo and Yun Sang also nodded silently, indicating they would cooperate.
Amnesia, perhaps, was the best outco.
Lu Mian followed Ya Ling’s footsteps into the hospital ward.
Duan ngng was half-lying on the bed, eyes blurred as she stared at the ceiling. Her face was sallow, looking very unhealthy.
When she saw Lu Mian enter, she tilted her head in confusion, looking to Ye Jinwen for help.
Ye Jinwen was monitoring the machines, checking her various data. When he turned and saw Lu Mian, he quickly stood up to introduce, "ngng, this is..."
Lu Mian raised her hand, interrupting Ye Jinwen, and smiled warmly at the girl on the bed.
"What’s wrong, don’t you rember your master?"
"Master?"
"Master?"
In the ward, apart from Duan ngng’s perplexed voice, Ye Jinwen also exclaid in surprise.
He looked around, since when did Mian take an apprentice?
Why didn’t he know?
And when he looked up at Ya Ling, Xiao Qimo, Yun Sang, and others, he found they were unfazed, and Ye Jinwen understood.
Once again, he was the last to know.
Shit!
Duan ngng repeated the word "master" several tis, feeling both familiar and a bit dependent.
It seed like there indeed was such a thing.
Since she woke up, her mind was a fog, not rembering who her parents were or why she was in the hospital.
A piece of her mory was missing.
The doctor said it was due to the excessive stress she had, causing selective amnesia.
So, did she forget many important things?
Lu Mian seed to see through Duan ngng’s inner turmoil and hesitation. She took a pen from Ya Ling’s white coat pocket, spinning it quickly as she walked towards the bed.
Ya Ling: ...
Mian, my pen! Please rember to return it!
Being a doctor is too difficult. The wallet can be on the desk for a month without being touched, but a pen will vanish in five minutes.
Once she even found her pen in the director’s hand.
Ya Ling turned her head away, no longer watching Lu Mian.
Lu Mian, hands in pockets on one side, spinning the pen with the other, walked gracefully towards Duan ngng.
Between her slender fingers, the pen spun swiftly, like it was alive.
It spun and spun without ever dropping.
Being just 12 years old, Duan ngng, was especially in awe of this superior pen-spinning skill, staring at it for a long ti.
Ye Jinwen gave a thumbs-up in admiration, "Wow, Little Mianmian’s pen-spinning trick is back!"
At first just a flattery, he suddenly realized sothing.
A cold sweat instantly broke out on his back!
Shit shit shit!
The fear of those years being reverse-hypnotized by a psychiatrist was still fresh in his mory!
He scurried over to Ya Ling’s side, snuggling up for comfort.
Xiao Qimo glanced disdainfully at Ye Jinwen before turning his gaze elsewhere.
When his wife starts things, even he can’t fix them.
Yun Sang initially didn’t understand, but after seeing Xiao Qimo and Ye Jinwen’s expressions, she knowingly shifted her eyes, purposely blocking Shu Shu’s view.
In the entire ward, only Duan ngng remained, her gaze dazedly fixed on Lu Mian.
Lu Mian smiled softly, sat down beside the bed, and spoke gently.
"ngng, I am Cen Ci, the Treasure Appraiser. I know you’re very interested in this, so I took you as my apprentice. It’s okay if you don’t rember for now; just rember that I am your master."
Duan ngng nodded slowly.
She had vague fragnts of mory about these things.
Like a big bad wolf coaxing a little rabbit, Lu Mian continued.
"You’re an outgoing, lively, enthusiastic, and serious girl who loves to smile. The first ti I saw you, your eyes and smile moved . You said you would study treasure appraising well with and that you would courageously pursue the life you like..."
Everyone: ???
The usually aloof and proud Lu Mian had this deceitful side?
Ye Jinwen marveled at the peculiarity: So many people lined up from Jinjing to the O Continent to apprentice under Little Mianmian, yet this ti she voluntarily took this little girl as her disciple!
How many others would be envious!
He wished he could be Little Mianmian’s apprentice!
"Ah, if the master casually showed a bit of skill, I would be unstoppable..." Ye Jinwen muttered to himself.
Ya Ling glanced back at him: "Want to experience Mian’s drunken teaching?"
"!!!" Ye Jinwen was completely defeated.
Lu Mian earnestly shared so happier stories with Duan ngng.
The young girl listened happily, as if she had truly experienced it.
Finally, she blinked her eyes, looking up at Lu Mian.
Perhaps moved, perhaps feeling a bit guilty, her eyes turned red.
"Master, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault! I forgot about you, and even forgot all the happy tis we had..."
Everyone: Oh this...
Actually, you just t for the first ti yesterday.
But it doesn’t matter, no one here would tell her about those dark and painful past tis.
They all wanted her to be well.
Lu Mian reached out, rubbing the little girl’s head, "Focus on recovering. Once your body heals, go to school and study. You can learn treasure appraising from after classes."
"Okay!" Duan ngng readily agreed, sweetly snuggling into the quilt.
"Oh right, Master, where are my... mom and dad?"
Lu Mian stood up, seriously looked at Duan ngng, and replied earnestly, "The doctor said, whatever you can’t rember is not important. Just focus on healing. No rush for those things. What do you think, doctors?"
Dr. Night paused slightly, complenting perfectly: "Yes, if you can’t rember, don’t force it. It doesn’t matter anyway."
Ye Jinwen nodded repeatedly in agreent: "I think so too. Maybe your parents weren’t very present, it’s normal you forgot them."
Lu Mian smiled at the two warmly.
Duan ngng suddenly understood, she had impressions of her master and the knowledge from textbooks but couldn’t rember her parents.
So, they weren’t important.
Lu Mian arranged a new identity and life for Duan ngng, took care of everything she needed, and then returned to the Yun Family.
The family had already moved from the small house in the city center back to the old residence.
The air in the old residence was very good.
Just like the Xiao Residence, it was a specially planned area by the Presidential Residence, not subject to overdevelopnt.
It was Lu Mian’s first ti coming here, and she felt especially at ho.
Yun Zhishu and Lu Xun took her around the old residence, then mysteriously led her to the legendary basent.
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