EBE Chapter 125 Pancake Fruit
Chapter 125 Pancake Fruit
"I'll send you a message to ask."
Wang Xianghai only knew that the other party was seriously injured; the rest of the information was kept from him.
Huo Wang kept his mouth shut.
"Let's go. Let's go together."
Wang Xianghai exchanged a few words with the other party before nodding.
But when people actually stand in the ward, they can't say anything they've prepared. One by one, they put the fruit baskets next to the bed and stand in a row like they're being punished.
"Who are these?"
Jiang Zhuhua remembers nothing now, and the only person she can rely on is Huo Wang. In truth, she doesn't want to acknowledge this relationship, but under the circumstances, she has no choice but to.
Otherwise, you'll really be left all alone in this world, and the more you try, the more confused you'll become.
"This is your assistant, Wang."
Huo Wang could only do his best to introduce her to people.
"Mine? Assistant Wang?"
Jiang Zhuhua pointed to himself in disbelief, then looked at the refined man in front of him, who clearly looked more mature than himself.
She glanced again at Huo Wang, who was standing next to Assistant Wang and looked noticeably younger. How many bites of food had she actually eaten?
"I wouldn't be having an affair with someone else behind your back, would I?"
When Jiang Zhuhua said this, he even seemed a little guilty and breathless.
There's a strange feeling about asking your current partner if you've cheated on them.
That's absurd.
"If you wanted to cheat on me, you wouldn't be sitting here now. I can't be standing next to your bed taking care of you either."
Huo Wang really didn't know what the 18-year-old girl was thinking, but he still honestly expressed his thoughts.
What kind of terrifying thought process does she have? How could she even think about cheating? Just how much does she distrust her own character?
"so far so good."
Jiang Zhuhua sighed softly, but unfortunately the ward was too empty. Even though he spoke softly, this absurd conversation still reached the ears of the three assistants.
"Boss, I have a wife, I'm married."
When Wang Xianghai said these words, he was practically gritting his teeth. When did his boss become so unprofessional? Wasn't he supposed to be a rare find—a very generous and good boss?
"Mr. Huo, what's wrong with my boss?"
Wang Xianghai didn't know much about the situation and could only ask the only person present who knew the facts.
"I hit my head and have temporary amnesia. The doctor said I'll recover after a while."
This result wasn't too bad. Huo Wang had nothing to hide, after all, Jiang Zhuhua's amnesia was quite obvious.
"How about we find some good doctors to take another look? Let's invite a few famous doctors."
There's a mountain of work piling up at the company, and it'll be difficult to manage without someone in charge. Wang Xianghai naturally hopes his boss gets better soon, since the company's situation is quite complicated right now, and constantly slacking off isn't a solution.
"Sure. I have no objection."
Although Jiang Zhuhua's amnesia is quite amusing, it is, after all, a blood clot in his body, and in such a sensitive location as the brain, so naturally the sooner the better.
Huo Wang prefers the Jiang Zhuhua who loves him to the eighteen-year-old Jiang Zhuhua.
Although their souls were separated due to an accident, they already missed each other terribly after only a short time.
This doesn't mean he didn't love Jiang Zhuhua when she was eighteen; it's just that the person he loved was Jiang Zhuhua in her twenties, someone whose soul resonated with his.
She is lovely now, but she has lost the ability to love him.
"Can I see the report on the diagnosis? I haven't seen it since I woke up."
Jiang Zhuhua interjected.
From the moment she woke up, she began to face all sorts of things and was instilled with all sorts of ideas. To be honest, she hadn't even properly looked at her medical records. All she knew was that she had amnesia and had encountered some trouble.
"of course can."
Huo Wang had always kept the necessary items carefully, and he quickly found them.
How much did I love you when I was in my twenties?
Jiang Zhuhua found it hard to understand such intense feelings; she was just young, not blind to them. Although Huo Wang didn't show any malice towards her, he still felt apprehensive in her presence.
It wasn't fear, just dread.
What profound love must one have to be worthy of the other's deep affection?
"I don't know. To say it's love is a bit superficial; it's more like a conspiracy."
Huo Wang spoke very frankly, but he couldn't say anything more profound. There was an absurd feeling of saying something inappropriate to a young girl, which was very shameful.
The two of them don't often say "I love you" or "I love you." It seems a bit cheesy between them. More often, they just look at each other and then conspire together without prior agreement.
"I'm so sorry, I don't remember loving you."
Jiang Zhuhua carefully examined his medical record, which listed various injuries. It included X-rays of his brain and leg fractures.
The cost listed on the printed receipt is also staggering, definitely beyond my current means.
As Huo Wang listened to her speak, he felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart again and again. Could an eighteen-year-old girl be so hurtful?
When should we go for treatment?
After a careful inspection, Jiang Zhuhua confirmed that there were no problems with the forms. Only then did he address the people in the room.
"This situation is bad for everyone. Getting him cured as soon as possible is good for everyone."
Jiang Zhuhua shrugged indifferently, but there was an unintentional hint of vulnerability beneath his feigned strength.
Huo Wang couldn't help but start to wonder if this was too cruel to her.
"If you want to go, you need to make an appointment with a doctor first. And you'll need to undergo more tests to determine roughly when it can be cured. Or you might have to wait for it to disappear naturally."
Wang Xianghai didn't know much about medical matters and could only offer his guesses.
No one had any further objections. Wang Xianghai and the two people next to him had only come to check on the situation and offered some words of condolence, and then they didn't stay any longer.
Huo Wang saw the person out, and since Jiang Ji wasn't there, Pei Hui brought the person to his side.
There were only the two of them in the ward, and the atmosphere became silent for a moment. The two had no overlap in their lives, so they didn't have many topics to talk about.
"You never talk to me about your past. In your memory, what were you doing before you woke up?"
Huo Wang was curious about that little-known experience, but Jiang Zhuhua never talked about it.
That person seemed to have been strong since birth, rarely showing any signs of vulnerability.
"Selling jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes)."
Jiang Zhuhua now feels there's nothing wrong with talking about it; he earns his living through his own abilities, and there's nothing shameful about it.
"You can also make jianbing guozi? Is business good?"
Huo Wang tried his best to strike up a conversation with the other party, but his words were rather clumsy, sounding just like those of an annoying relative.