Now You're My Girlfriend

Jiang Liu's question remained unanswered.

Or perhaps the only responses he got were the cellphone and car keys placed before him—

along with this woman who stood at least 175 cm tall, had blue pupils, and appeared to be of mixed heritage.

"Drive home after you’re discharged later."

"Is there any unpaid bill at the hospital?"

The woman didn’t sit down. Maybe annoyed by the noisy TV, she randomly pressed the remote a few times until it muted.

"Hey, beautiful, I’ve lost my memory. Mind introducing yourself first?"

"Is there anything else you need? I’ll pick it up for you while I’m out."

This woman’s words were completely out of sync with Jiang Liu’s, leaving him utterly bewildered.

"Just tell me your name first."

"Has anyone else visited besides me?"

"Tell me your name first!"

Jiang Liu finally snapped, raising his voice in frustration.

This made the woman fall silent instantly, casting a complicated look at him:

"Losing your memory really gives you guts, huh? Daring to yell at me now."

"Jiang Yuzhen."

"You’d better not let me find out you’re faking amnesia, or you’ll regret that shout."

...

Doctor Lin walked toward Room 207 again.

As a responsible physician, he suddenly remembered he’d forgotten to remind the patient’s family to take him to familiar places.

Amnesia itself was an uncommon condition, and Jiang Liu’s brain injury wasn’t severe—

it was likely just psychological.

Since he had a loving girlfriend, proper guidance and companionship would surely aid his recovery.

Then he spotted two men in black standing outside Room 207 from a distance.

"Who are you?"

"The drivers for the patient’s family."

Doctor Lin was momentarily confused.

Patients’ families were common. Patients with drivers weren’t unheard of.

But drivers for the patient’s family? That was rare.

So the kid’s girlfriend was a rich heiress?

Doctor Lin knocked and entered, quickly scanning the two people inside.

Then he flipped open the notes he’d just written and began:

"The patient’s family should spend more time talking to him and take him to familiar places, like restaurants he used to frequent. Familiar scents and environments can help trigger memories. In short, companionship is crucial."

"Doctor, if there’s no time for companionship, are there other treatments? Like special medication or a recommended facility—domestic or abroad."

Doctor Lin froze at this.

He looked up.

Huh?

When did she change?

Wasn’t it a female student earlier?

This woman was clearly older.

The quick-witted Doctor Lin reconsidered—maybe this was the patient’s sister or something.

"These instructions were mainly for his girlfriend. College students spend more time with their partners than at home. As for other treatments, I don’t think they’re necessary. His amnesia seems more psychological."

"Doctor, I am his girlfriend."

"…What?"

Doctor Lin glanced at the unfamiliar face before him, then turned to Jiang Liu’s expression.

His sharp mind whirled.

Suddenly, it all made sense.

Mystery solved.

No wonder no one visited for so long—they were keeping it under wraps!

Good grief, kid. Charming girls is one thing, but charming two at once?

"Ahem. Anyway, more companionship won’t hurt."

Doctor Lin turned and left.

He swore this was his last visit!

...

The scene after Doctor Lin’s departure was always oddly serene.

As if his presence alone disrupted the harmony.

Though the harmony differed each time.

Jiang Yuzhen, with her light makeup, arched her captivating eyes. Her supermodel legs stretched across the edge of the bed, her pale blue pupils refracting sunlight into overlapping hues. The exposed collarbone bore a black swan necklace as she crossed her arms, studying Jiang Liu.

She radiated aggression.

A leg goddess.

Even Jiang Liu had to admit it.

"That doctor mentioned another girlfriend, didn’t he?"

"Stop! I get to ask first—who the hell are you?"

"Let me guess. The bed smells like gardenias—probably your little schoolmate? Li something, right?

You’re all like stray dogs, sniffing around the moment you hear about the amnesia."

Jiang Liu gave up on polite questioning. This woman refused to answer him.

Better to be direct.

"How are you my girlfriend?"

"If I say I am, then I am. No proof needed."

"Joking with an amnesiac isn’t funny."

Jiang Liu assumed an old friend was teasing him.

But this wasn’t amusing at all.

Jiang Yuzhen studied Jiang Liu’s face closely, leaning in:

"No time for this. The car keys are for driving your mom home, then heading straight to my place.

And don’t even think about running. The new phone has tracking, and so does the car. If you hadn’t sneaked out on a shared bike, you wouldn’t have gotten hit and lost your memory."

The sheer volume of information in that statement took a moment to process.

First, tracking on both phone and car? Treating me like a criminal!

Second, the accident happened because he fled her place.

What, is your home a prison?

"I live at your place?"

"Not my place. Our place."

The busy Jiang Yuzhen set her phone down and sat beside Jiang Liu, her light blue eyes drawing closer.

"Still doubting whether I’m your girlfriend?"

"I’m not doubting. And take back your phone and car—they’re too expensive, I can’t—mmph—"

Jiang Yuzhen silenced him with a quick peck on the cheek.

"Can’t be bothered to prove it. Forget the past if you want. From now on, I’m your girlfriend. Tough luck for that Li girl—she’s now the ex.

Keep the phone and car or don’t. I’ll tolerate your little tantrum while you’re sick. I’m just here to mark my territory before strays try their luck. Don’t keep me waiting."

With that, Jiang Yuzhen turned and left.

No hesitation.

Her long legs carried her out the door, her expression turning icy as she strode toward the doctor’s office.

"Is Doctor Lin, the one from Jiang Liu’s room, here?"

Doctor Lin was in the middle of gossiping about his patient’s two girlfriends.

Though his total time in the room was barely five minutes, he’d already spun a fifteen-minute tale.

He didn’t know the details.

But as the office chatterbox, he could improvise.

"You should’ve seen it—those two women went at it like cats and dogs in there, calling each other homewreckers. Their bodyguards were brawling too—one of them was a legit Wing Chun master, punching like he was hitting wooden dummies, all those crisp smacks!

And then—get this—the other bodyguard was even wilder! After getting knocked down by the Wing Chun guy, he started yelling about ‘the power of bonds’ and ‘friendship’ and ‘family,’ then leaped into the air and kicked—"

But at that moment, I didn’t panic at all and simply pulled out a ballpoint pen..."

Just as I was getting into the story, a woman suddenly pushed the door open.

When Doctor Lin saw her face, his legs started trembling like a sieve—perhaps out of guilt.

"I'm here!"

"Come outside for a moment."

Since Jiang Yuzhen was quite tall, the sub-170cm Doctor Lin followed her to the doorway like a scolded schoolboy, looking up in confusion.

"Is it true that there are no other treatment options, as you said earlier?"

"Well, not exactly. If your circumstances allow, you could seek treatment abroad..."

"That’s not the answer I want."

"Huh?"

Doctor Lin raised his head blankly, unsure how to respond. After a long pause, he tentatively asked,

"This illness doesn’t require alternative treatments."

"Is it unnecessary, or are there none?"

"None! None!"

Jiang Yuzhen’s face remained expressionless as she spoke rapidly:

"I came to settle the hospital fees with you, correct?"

"Yes, yes! But everything’s already been paid. In fact, there might even be some leftover in the account."

"No, we still owe you something."

With those cryptic words, Jiang Yuzhen turned and left the doctor’s office, heading toward the elevator.

The driver following her stepped forward and adjusted Doctor Lin’s white coat.

Doctor Lin was familiar with such tactics.

Assuming it was an attempt to slip him a bribe, he immediately waved his hands in refusal.

Broad daylight—was there no respect for the law?

And with surveillance cameras everywhere!

But to his surprise, the man simply straightened his collar.

In a calm voice, he said, "Doctor Lin, your medical skills are exceptional. I didn’t expect your discernment to be just as sharp. I am Gao Zhifeng of Wing Chun."

Watching the group walk away,

Doctor Lin was left scratching his head—until he suddenly felt an itch at his waist.

He hurried to the restroom, found a stall, and pulled out the object.

"Huifeng Supermarket gift card."

"You think a gift card can buy me off?!"

Though Doctor Lin had no idea how someone could slip a card into his waistband while adjusting his collar, he was no unprincipled man!

He grabbed his phone, intending to photograph the "evidence" before reporting the truth to Jiang Liu.

"A man must stand for justice!"

He’d even spin a heroic tale about refusing bribes and dedicating himself to saving lives...

"Construction Bank transfer received: ¥."

After confirming it was five zeros, not four,

Doctor Lin wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Maybe a man doesn’t always have to live so rigidly."