Faced with the man's intensely aggressive gaze, Ming Yao lowered her thick, curly lashes and said in a subdued voice, "Don't think too much for now. Take a good rest and heal your injuries properly."
The man tightly gripped Ming Yao's delicate, pale hand, "Mrs. Gu, you won't leave me, will you?"
Given his current condition, she certainly wouldn't leave.
Ming Yao clasped his hand in return, placing her fingertips on his pulse to check it.
He had injured his back, and his qi and blood were still very weak.
Just as the expert doctors had said, there was nothing wrong with his brain.
Yet he had amnesia, and only remembered her. This situation was indeed difficult to explain scientifically.
"Mrs. Gu, how's my health?"
Ming Yao looked into his deep eyes that seemed like they could swallow her whole, and said with a strangled voice, "Still very weak, you need more rest."
"Then I'll trouble Mrs. Gu to take more care of me in the coming days."
Ming Yao, "..."
