The severed left hand was particularly bothersome. Every time she subconsciously tried to use it, she would see the image of a crippled limb, and her hatred for Qing Muye would deepen.
Han Junyan said nothing.
Anthony glanced at him, then lowered his head in thought. He smiled, his attitude immediately softening. "I admire you. Rather than following Bikar, why not follow me in the future? I'll give you even more favorable terms."
The reason Han Junyan was cooperating with him now was because the mysterious master behind Han Junyan had ordered him to obey.
"Aren't I following you right now?"
He raised his eyelids, looking at Anthony meaningfully.
Anthony froze for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed heartily. "Good, good, good. You've got a point."
...
Pain—
Her head felt like it was being tossed about in a stormy sea, the pain piercing, as if it would explode at any moment.
Meng Jingwei moaned softly in pain, raising a hand to cover her head, and slowly opened her eyes.
All she saw was darkness all around.
Images flashed through her mind like a fast-forwarded movie, some memories gradually becoming blurred.
Where was she?
Meng Jingwei blinked, thinking.
"Is she awake?"
A voice sounded from outside.
"Not yet."
Creeaak—
The room door opened, followed by the flick of a switch. The dim room was flooded with light, the brightness stinging Meng Jingwei's eyes.
She squinted, unaccustomed to the glare, feeling uncomfortable.
Old Chentou saw the person lying on the bed covering her eyes and immediately rejoiced. "Jingwei girl, you're awake?"
Overjoyed, he immediately sat by the bed and inquired with concern, "How are you? Do you feel anything uncomfortable? Does your head hurt? Does your body ache?"
At the doorway, He Xiaolanya walked in. Her gaze fell on Meng Jingwei, her hands involuntarily clenching, then relaxing.
Her heart strings were taut, her heartbeat accelerating. She felt inexplicably nervous, yet also apprehensive.
The secret art of the Hidden Clan hadn't been used in years. Could Old Chentou and the others succeed this time?
"Where am I?"
Meng Jingwei clutched her head. "Old Chentou, my head hurts so much."
Old Chentou's sharp eyes constantly observed Meng Jingwei. Noticing that her emotions were stable, without a trace of anger, and that her overall state was a bit dazed, he knew that a portion of Meng Jingwei's memory had been successfully sealed.
"Hahaha, where else could you be? You're in the Hidden Clan. It's a relief that you've finally woken up, girl. You really scared me and your mother."
He laughed heartily.
"Mother?"
Meng Jingwei frowned, looking at He Xiaolanya. She stared at her for a long time, then shook her head. "How come I don't remember having a mother?"
"This..."
He Xiaolanya was nervous and didn't know how to explain. She looked helplessly at Old Chentou, waiting for him to speak.
"You, ah, you accidentally fell yesterday and hit your head. The doctor said there was residual blood in your brain that wasn't cleared, and it would affect your memory. How could it be this serious?"
He had already prepared a plausible explanation.
Meng Jingwei reached up to touch her head. Her head was indeed wrapped in bandages, and it seemed she had indeed been injured.
"You lie down and rest. I'll go get the doctor to examine you."
Old Chentou helped Meng Jingwei lie down and said to He Xiaolanya, "Quick, quickly go call the doctor."
"Okay."
He Xiaolanya, still not fully processing, paused blankly and immediately turned to find the doctor.
Before long, the doctor came in and took Meng Jingwei's pulse. The final diagnosis was identical to what Old Chentou had said.
It was due to hitting her head, with un-cleared blood congestion in her brain compressing the nerves, leading to selective amnesia.