Chapter 409

The slap hit me in the face, and suddenly there was a loud buzz in my ears, as if I was going to faint.

"You hit me?" I looked at the man in front of me in amazement and remembered to slap him in the face, but when I looked down, my whole body was covered with bandages and I couldn't start at all.

"Since you think Mo Yuhan will have a headache when you think of it, you'll be called Amy in the future!" the man said coldly, "don't worry, we are husband and wife, and I'll take good care of you. As long as you listen to me, I promise I won't hit you again in the future."

My name is Amy? The name is a little familiar, but it's still blank.

The next day, my attending doctor gave me a detailed examination, and then told me in English: "her head had been seriously injured before. It hit again, causing the recurrence of the old disease, plus some new injuries, leading to amnesia."

"Then how can she recover?" the man named "Yichen" asked.

I lost my memory? For me, my mind is like a baby. I feel very curious and puzzled about everything around me. There is freshness, strangeness and fear.

After a period of recuperation in the hospital, I can get out of bed and walk.

"Shall we go home?" suggested the strange man.

"If I don't go back, I'll live in the hospital," I retorted.

Then there was another slap in the face. I remember clearly that this was the second time he hit me. I hate being beaten by him, especially in places like hospitals.

"Good, obedient, let's go home!" he coaxed me and said, "the conditions at home are better than those in the hospital. You will be better and faster when you go back with me, and I will help you recover your memory."

I don't know why. I just don't want to go with him. I always feel uncomfortable.

"If I don't go back, my injury won't recover at all. I just want to live in the hospital." I insisted on my opinion and said stubbornly.

"Don't challenge my patience!" he yelled.

Just then, a young doctor pushed the door and came in, saying in English, "how can you beat the patient? The patient is protected, not to mention she has lost her memory."

The man who hit me was obviously stunned and asked, "what can I do for you?"

"I'm a new doctor. Her attending doctor went abroad for training. I'll take care of the patient in the next time."

After that, he came over to me and began to examine me. "The wound has recovered well, and the leg movement is inconvenient. It is not suitable to be discharged from the hospital now. The leg injury looks a little serious, but for her, the head injury is the most serious. I think you will be hospitalized for observation for a period of time, and we need to further confirm her condition."

The doctor didn't speak English very fluently, but I heard it clearly. I don't know what's going on. Although I can't remember many things, I can understand some languages.

"He has the final say, wife, and I will discharge the discharge procedure to her."

"If I don't leave the hospital, I'm still ill!" I yelled.

The doctor looked at him, looked at me again and said, "the patient is an adult and has the ability to choose independently. I think we should respect the patient's choice. If you dare to hurt my patient in the hospital again, I will call the police."

The next day, I heard a doctor call the man "Zhengyu" outside the ward.

Since then, I have a knot in my heart. If he is not my Yichen, where has my Yichen gone? Who is he? What is his "kindness" to me for?

In the afternoon, I sent the man to buy food and secretly asked the doctor. We are now living in a hospital in Japan. I lost my memory because of a car accident.

After the car accident, only this man claimed to be my relative and came to the hospital.

I stayed in this hospital for more than a week. The new doctor is very careful. Actively do rehabilitation treatment for me, I also feel much better.

These two days, in addition to Mu Yichen, I also think of a child named "happy boy". Plus some broken pictures, but when I want to piece them together, my head will hurt very much.

Sometimes I sit alone in the ward and think about it for a day.

Over and over again, I recall the details bit by bit. When I think of it, I'll take notes to avoid forgetting it again.

At the door of the ward, the young doctor suddenly came in, "how do you feel today?"

"All right!" after a period of communication, I think the Japanese doctor is pretty good.

"It doesn't matter. Since you have remembered something, you have the hope of recovery. After losing your memory, people will inevitably feel blank and feel that life is meaningless. You should adjust your attitude and have confidence in yourself."

"Hmm!" I nodded heavily, and a glimmer of hope lit up in my heart.

As a trace said, it really doesn't make sense for me to live like this.

"I just want to restore my memory quickly."

"Your husband is too busy. If he has time to spend more time with you, you should be able to get better faster. You have to ask him to take you to places you used to go, which is very helpful to restore your memory. In terms of your current physical conditions, you can leave the hospital now if you like. As long as you have regular examinations in the future, there should be no problem. Restore your memory Maybe it's just a matter of time. Don't worry, "the doctor said objectively.

"I don't want to leave the hospital!" I retorted immediately.

"Why?" the doctor asked puzzled: "according to reason, the conditions at home are much better for restoring memory than the hospital. Moreover, you can often go out for a walk in order to quickly restore memory!"

Hearing what he said, I immediately panicked, grabbed his sleeve and said, "I beg you, doctor, I really don't want to leave the hospital with him. Please don't tell him, I can leave the hospital. I beg you, I'm afraid."

"You? What's the matter with you?" the doctor frowned and said, "isn't he your husband?"

I don't know who he is, but he hasn't come to see me much lately. Just leave me alone in the hospital. And now I'm still in a foreign country. That's what he did to me. I don't know what he would do to me if I went home with him.

"I don't know." I'm confused. I always ask myself: is he my husband? Who the hell is he? Where is Yichen? However, whenever I think of this, I have a splitting headache.

I looked up, looked at the doctor at a loss and said, "I knew I was afraid of him."

When he came to see me occasionally, although his mouth said warm words, I didn't feel warm at all. There is an inexplicable ruthlessness in his eyes, which makes me very afraid.

I have lost my memory, but I'm not stupid. I can feel the hostility to me in his eyes. He clearly says he is my husband, but he always feels like an enemy.

"Are you afraid of him?" the young doctor looked at me in amazement, shook his head, and then sighed, showing pity for me.

"He said my name was mo Yuhan before, and then he said my name was Amy." I thought for a while and then said, "in fact, I remember, I'm not Amy, I'm really Mo Yuhan."