"Right now, I don't want Grandma to know about Ye's condition. I'm worried it will agitate her illness, so all of you must help me keep this a secret."
Old Madam Qing's Alzheimer's disease was worsening. If she were to find out about the tragic state of Qing Muye's injuries, she might be even more severely affected.
"Don't worry, we understand."
"We won't tell Grandma Qing."
"I was also thinking of keeping it from her."
Several people expressed their agreement.
They were all adults now and should have learned to share good news but not bad.
"Thank you. You've all been working hard these past few months searching for Ye. Truly... thank you so much."
While verbal gratitude felt a bit weak, their family background was such that Meng Jingwei couldn't offer any compensation.
After all, talking about money would be vulgar and would harm their relationship.
She would remember this kindness in her heart.
"I am Ye's elder brother. Although not by blood, we are as close as brothers. It's too formal to say that," Lu Yanming glanced in the direction of the CT room and said earnestly, "If you face any difficulties in the future, please remember to tell us."
"Yes, definitely don't be strangers," Han Yu comforted her.
Tang Si also added, "When the child in your belly is born, we'll all be his godfathers. We are family, so don't speak as if we're outsiders."
They deeply understood Meng Jingwei's hardships and sympathized with Qing Muye's ordeal. Now, they only hoped that their family could be safe and sound.
Not long after, Qing Muye's examinations were completed, and the results were gradually brought over.
In the院长's office.
Several people looked at the examination reports that were brought in, their expressions grave and filled with worry.
A professional doctor explained the situation to them using the reports. "His amnesia is due to heavy cranial trauma with contusions. Once the blood clots are absorbed, he should remember past events. As for his aphasia, it is also caused by external cranial trauma damaging the language centers of the cerebral cortex, resulting in the loss of speech function. Moreover, the injury has been present for a long time, and it is almost irreversible."
The doctor presented the situation to Meng Jingwei using the examination report.
Although she had prepared herself psychologically before listening, the doctor's words felt like a 'verdict,' shattering all her hopes.
She looked at Qing Muye, slowly knelt beside him, and asked, "Did you hear what the doctor said?"
Qing Muye startled for a moment, then nodded.
...
Country C.
Anthony, who was busy in his study, received a call from Qing Sihui.
"Qing Muye is not dead. They have found him."
Hearing Qing Sihui's words, Anthony sat up straight, "What did you say? He's not dead? Song Jun shot him three times at such close range and he didn't die?"
"After he was injured and escaped, his car exploded when it fell into the river. He lost his left arm, his face was disfigured, and not only did he lose his memory, but he also became mute. His legs were likely injured too, rendering him crippled."
As Qing Sihui spoke, there was a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.
"Oh, that bad? Are you sure that person is really him?" Anthony couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious.
"Confirmed. His wounds and old scars are all there. They've been searching for Qing Muye for three months. Upon getting news of him, they immediately rushed to bring him back and have sent him to the hospital for comprehensive examinations. From what I know, when Meng Jingwei saw Qing Muye, she almost fainted."
Heaven knew how delighted Qing Sihui was when he received the news.
He then asked, "Do we still need to get rid of him?"
After hearing the news, Anthony raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but chuckle, "Lost his left arm, disfigured, amnesiac, and mute. Tsk tsk tsk... thinking about how he used to be, it's quite a pity now. Why kill such a person? Of course, we should spare his wretched life. After all, he has lost everything. Living is the greatest torment."