The Magnate’s Six-year-Old Niece

The doctors and nurses who had just left were brought back again and finally came to a conclusion.

"Fortunately, what the injured lose is only the memory of the day they were injured. In fact, many people will have such traumatic sequelae when they are suddenly violently abused or beaten. Their brains will selectively forget the things that make them feel fearful."

The doctor said, adding a few more strokes to the case.

"Doctor, can he recover?" Mr. Si asked.

The doctor shook his head, "Not necessarily, after some people suffer from traumatic sequelae, they never think of the forgotten things in their entire lives, while some people will gradually forget that kind of things after a few days, or months or years. Fear, followed by memory recovery."

"Meaning... I was attacked?" Si Muen asked after the doctor left.

At this time, he had taken off the oxygen mask, and his face was a little more rosy than before.

Mr. Si nodded and told Si Muen what he had heard from Cong Rongqing.

Si Muen frowned and thought about it carefully, but couldn't remember anything.

"Brother, if you can't remember, don't force it, your body is still recovering." Si Niannian said while holding Si Muen's hand.

"Yeah, you are still alive to talk to us, but thanks to Xiao Niannian, she fed you three pills in the emergency room, and then snatched you back from the gate of hell."

Mr. Si didn't hide this, he told Si Muen all about it.

Si Muen was slightly startled, turned his head slightly, looked at Si Niannian, smiled at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand slightly, and rubbed on top of Si Niannian's head.

"Thank you sister."

"Brother, don't just say thank you verbally." Si Niannian took down the big hand above his head and held it back in his hand.

Si Muen smiled, with constant doting in his eyes, "Huh?"

Si Niannian continued: "Brother must be obedient, cultivate obediently, and don't be brave in the future. You must cherish this life, because this is what I saved."

The smile on Si Muen's face deepened, "Okay, brother listen to sister."

"Grandpa Si, Grandma Si, you haven't slept all night, I'll take you back."

Zishu has already sent Mr. Bu back, but the old couple of the Si family have been staying up late until now.

Bu Chensu bent down and hugged Si Niannian, "It's time for the baby to go back and rest."

"Yeah, let Chen Su take you back, I'm already awake, I'm fine." Seeing the rare tiredness on her grandmother's face, Si Muen felt a touch of shame in her heart.

It was he who worried his grandparents.

After Bu Chensu sent everyone back, he came back again. At this time, the sky had begun to brighten, and the nurses on the night shift in the hospital had already woken up, and footsteps could be heard from time to time in the corridor.

Bu Chensu locked the door of the ward and came to the bedside, "Where was the last second you remembered before the incident happened?"

But Si Muen raised his eyebrows, "Don't you understand etiquette in front of my grandparents? Why don't you even have a title when you talk to me? Come on, call me brother."

Bu Chensu's expression remained the same, "You lost last time."

This was an agreement the two of them had made since they were young, and they would fight every now and then. If Bu Chen Sui lost, he would be called Si Mu En.

So after so many years, even though Si Muen was older than Bu Chensu, Bu Chensu still called him by his first name.

Si Muen pouted, carefully recalled the memory in his head, and his face gradually became solemn.

"I just remember that I just asked the teacher for a good leave and was going to pick up something from Rongsheng. I should have gone to the parking lot to pick up the car, and my memory will be gone after that."

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