He zhichu hurried over and knelt on one knee in front of he chengjian's bed, he said carefully, "Father, your memory is gone. We can help you find it again. But if you don't treat it, what awaits you will not only be the loss of your memory."
Lu Jin nodded and said crisply, "Yes, there's also the deterioration of your IQ. With your age, it's not just dementia. So why did you refuse?"
He chengjian looked straight at the shadowless lamp above the temporary hospital bed and said firmly but slowly, "No, you can't help me get my memory back."
He zhichu closed his eyes and lowered his head silently, but his back was still straight and his shoulders did not fall.
Gu Nianzhi could not bear it, but she understood what he chengjian meant.
To He chengjian, living with Qin Suwen was the most precious memory of his life, wasn't it?
