Yan Xinxin’s obedient response triggered a subtle pang of sourness and ache deep within Mo Chuxi’s heart.
Did this foolish woman really imagine herself as Mu Qianyuan?
But even so, it still couldn’t explain the striking resemblance of her words and actions to Mu Qianyuan’s.
For a brief moment, his heartbeat seemed to stop.
He recalled the words Yan Xinxin said to him yesterday. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs N()velFire.net
She had asked him, if Mu Qianyuan hadn’t died, what would he do...
Mu Qianyuan hadn’t died?!
The car sped swiftly down the road.
What on earth had he given her to eat? Why couldn’t Yan Xinxin recognize herself anymore, and why had her intelligence and expressive ability regressed to those of a young child?
"Brother Xi won’t kiss, then Yuan will kiss! Yuan wants to kiss!"
Seeing Mo Chuxi remain still, Yan Xinxin leaned forward of her own will, planting kiss after kiss on his lips.
Mo Chuxi’s hand around Yan Xinxin’s waist tightened incrementally.
He was exerting all his effort to control his impulses, and thankfully they arrived at the hospital quickly; otherwise, he might have done something to her in the moving car.
With Mo Chuxi’s connections, he swiftly arranged for BL’s best doctors to start treating Yan Xinxin.
For now, the priority was to alleviate her impulse to do such things.
Yan Xinxin’s flushed face gradually cooled down, but from her dazed and confused gaze, it was clear she still seemed to believe that she was Mu Qianyuan.
"Brother Xi, Yuan hurts here."
Once her emotions had stabilized, Yan Xinxin held Mo Chuxi’s hand and pointed to her head.
Mo Chuxi quickly leaned in to check, noticing the spot she pointed to was slightly swollen.
"Earlier, before Brother Xi came, Yuan went ’bang!’ and fell down. This part hit the floor, and it really hurts!"
Her description was vivid, making Mo Chuxi instantly understand.
So her head had hit the floor—was this why she was behaving this way now?
Mo Chuxi summoned the doctor to conduct a thorough examination of Yan Xinxin once again.
By the time all the test results were out, it was already late into the night.
Mo Chuxi stood by the hospital bed, looking at the already sleeping Yan Xinxin. His deep eyes were filled with worry. After quite a while, he turned to the waiting doctor.
"What do the test results show? I want a detailed report."
The middle-aged doctor with glasses responded politely.
"First, I’d like to ask Mr. Mo—has Mrs. Mo’s head ever suffered a severe impact before? I’m not referring to tonight’s new injury, but rather a serious past trauma?"
The doctor probed carefully.
"Because I found a blood clot in Mrs. Mo’s brain. This clot is pressing against her neural pathways, causing her memory impairment. She may have lost certain parts of her memories—commonly known as amnesia."