Chapter 392: Amnesia?
“Oh.”
Song Wenchuan nodded as he looked at her blankly. “I was just saying that randomly. I actually have no idea whether I have a sister or not.”
As soon as his voice fell, his lips curved slightly as he held back a smile and glared at Song Jingwan.
His face was clearly one that she was familiar with, but his overbearing and powerful aura sent a chill down Song Jingwan’s spine, causing him to feel like a stranger.
He clearly looked like her brother though…
What went wrong?
In her dream, her brother did not wake up…
Song Jingwan furrowed her brows as she fell into deep thought.
“Punk, do you know what you’re saying? Stop kidding. Mom, Dad, and your sister are extremely worried about you!”
“Mom? Dad?”
Song Wenchuan cold gaze swept across Song Rui and Zhou Manli. As they looked at him with antic.i.p.ation, he smirked and said calmly, “Sorry, I don’t know you.”
“You…”
Zhou Manli was so frustrated that she lift her hand and wanted to slap him.
Song Rui did not react fast enough to stop her, but he saw her hand paused in mid-air.
The atmosphere in the room was tense. If air was visible, the air in the room would have been frozen stiff.
Song Wenchuan smirked. Zhou Manli’s threats meant nothing to him, so he didn’t even blink an eye.
After staying quiet for some time, he said in a raspy and confused tone, “Ma’am, let me remind you that I am still a patient.”
“Are you crazy? Chuan just woke up. How could you try to hit him?”
Song Rui quickly pulled Zhou Manli away. He was so strong that he caused her to stumble a little.
Wei Yuanfan also rushed forward to stop her. “Mrs. Song, we already told you that the patient suffered serious trauma. To be honest, it’s already a miracle that he survived and woke up. Judging by his current condition, we can pretty much conclude that he has amnesia. We will have to observe him further to determine whether it’s long-term or short-term. But…”
“But what? I told you I wanted to have him treated overseas! It’s all yours and that brat’s fault for stopping me! If Chuan doesn’t recover his memory, I won’t let you get away with it!”
Wei Yuanfan’s expression also turned cold. “Mrs. Song, don’t take things too far. We can only tolerate so much. The hospital is here to cure and save people, not for you to insult! If you have a problem with us, then feel free to change hospitals! If you have so much faith in the medical facilities overseas, then why don’t you fly overseas every time you catch the flu or have a fever!”
“How dare you speak back at me! You’re the incapable one! Otherwise…”
“You guys take your time. I’m going back to rest.”
The skinny man stood up; he looked even taller than usual. Paired with his powerful aura, he had a strong sense of intimidation.
The pain in his legs hadn’t recovered yet. So he sat in his wheelchair with a coat on as he calmly headed out.
Somehow, his unremarkable clothes looked stylish on his body.
Song Jingwan’s eyes sparkled as she chased him out. “Brother, are you still my brother?”
For some reason, before she managed to react, she had subconsciously asked this question.
She was a bit surprised by herself.
“No.”
But the man’s response was quick, simple, and without hesitation.
Wrapped in his coat, Song Wenchuan headed for the elevator calmly. “I don’t know you. Miss, Please don’t go around claiming you’re related to people.”