Amnesia Three circles left, three circles right, three circles up, three circles down… and two backflips.

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The ambulance doors opened, and Ye Cheng was wheeled out to be transferred to another hospital. Surprisingly, Shen Qinghan and Dongfang Zhixia didn't follow him. The two of them needed to settle a little matter outside.

Only the head maid, leading the pink-haired Xia Tongxin, quietly slipped out from another open door and followed behind Ye Cheng.

After they left, only Dongfang Zhixia and Shen Qinghan remained on the scene.

"Whatever you want to say, I'll only give you three minutes," Shen Qinghan said, looking calmly at Dongfang Zhixia in front of her.

Dongfang Zhixia crossed her arms, her delicate eyebrows furrowing as she glared at Shen Qinghan in great displeasure.

"What do you mean you'll give me three minutes?"

"I am the one giving you three minutes to convince me. I just didn't want to argue with you back in the hospital." Dongfang Zhixia scoffed coldly, her face full of annoyance.

"Does not understanding human speech mean you can do whatever you want? Heh, how interesting," Shen Qinghan said with a look of disdain.

When people don't see eye to eye, even half a sentence is too much. Within a few words, the two started bickering again. The argument should have erupted inside the ambulance, but unfortunately, Ye Cheng was too despicable and his acting was simply too good, forcefully subduing the two young ladies.

The battle had been delayed until now. With Ye Cheng gone, neither of them held back, and neither was willing to yield.

However, the Student Council President was clearly a bit lacking in the talent for being two-faced and venomous. She was no match for the eldest young lady. The young lady's insults were ruthless; she never used profanity, but her words required careful pondering to uncover their hidden barbs.

Simply put, it required a bit of brains, and as it happened, Dongfang Zhixia had a very quick mind.

Consequently, as soon as the young lady hurled an insult, the President took true damage. Sometimes, having a mind that works too fast isn't necessarily a good thing.

In Ye Cheng's words, it was the disadvantage of being cultured. If she had read a little less, there wouldn't be so much trouble.

Just look at the Hamster, and then look at the Little Cockroach. It took them half a day to realize they were being insulted. Seeing their silly, clueless expressions, half of your anger would dissipate, and you'd even end up laughing at your own insults.

After several rounds of sparring, Dongfang Zhixia gradually fell into a disadvantage and was preparing to use physical suppression on a certain problem child whose mouth seemed to be laced with poison. Meanwhile, Shen Qinghan was also ready to heavily strike a certain female gorilla...

The tension was at a breaking point!

"Today, I absolutely must let you know who is the... Hmm?" Dongfang Zhixia rolled up her sleeves, intending to teach Shen Qinghan a lesson, but suddenly saw a group of people getting out of a black private car parked not far away.

Dongfang Zhixia was no stranger to this group. It was the large Li family, bringing along their entire household. Li Erhe walked at the front, followed by a very elegant woman, and two young girls who looked to be around middle school age.

The couple walking at the front, Li Erhe and his wife, both looked rather unwell. Li Erhe, in particular, had a hint of panic in his eyes. It was hard to imagine such an expression appearing on the face of the boss of a nearly hundred-billion-yuan corporation.

The elegant woman beside him followed closely, continuously comforting her husband. The two young sisters behind them were whispering about something. The whole family was walking so fast they looked like they were about to start running.

"Erhe, slow down, don't trip," the elegant woman said in a gentle voice.

It was unclear whether Li Erhe heard her or not. He merely nodded and mumbled in response, but the pace of his feet didn't slow down at all; in fact, he was walking even faster.

His heart was racing, and his limbs felt a bit weak. He was terrified that something might happen to his daughter. If something did, how would he face her mother when he passed away?

"Brother-in-law, over here, over here!"

Tang Shouye's voice came from not far away. He stood there waving, accompanied by a large crowd of people. There was a rogue practitioner holding a peach wood sword of an unrecognizable sect, a Taoist priest with a copper coin sword strapped to his back, a priest wearing a cross on his chest accompanied by a nun, and an old monk with a shiny bald head wearing a cassock...

Li Erhe and his group stared in bewilderment.

What was this, a cosplay convention?

He had no idea where his brother-in-law had found so many weird and bizarre people. Not to mention, they actually looked quite intimidating.

Tang Shouye jogged over, panting heavily. "Brother-in-law, wait, let's go up together!"

Li Erhe hesitated slightly but eventually nodded. Looking at the huge crowd following behind Tang Shouye, he asked tentatively, "Brother-in-law, this is..."

"Oh, oh, these are the masters I found for Mengmeng!" Tang Shouye explained.

Li Erhe: "???"

Mas... Masters?

"What do you mean?" Li Erhe asked after a moment of silence.

Tang Shouye explained, "Sigh, Mengmeng's situation is a bit complicated right now. It doesn't look like a simple illness. I found some professionals to see if they can be of any use later. It doesn't hurt to try."

Li Erhe didn't hear anything else; he only heard that his daughter was not doing well, and his face turned even uglier.

Seeing that something was wrong, the elegant woman beside him hastily comforted him, "It's fine, Erhe. Let's hear what brother-in-law has to say first. Don't let your imagination run wild..."

The two little girls following behind also looked eagerly at Tang Shouye. Tang Shouye briefly described the little secretary's situation: she wasn't injured, but the situation wasn't very optimistic, as she wouldn't respond no matter how much they called her.

Li Erhe was somewhat knowledgeable. Hearing Tang Shouye's description, he immediately thought of soul loss syndrome.

"Could it be from extreme fright?"

"Uh, I'm not too sure about that. We'll have to ask about the specific situation... Oh, niece Zhixia!" Tang Shouye was still standing there with a troubled look, trying to figure out how to answer his brother-in-law's question, when he suddenly saw Dongfang Zhixia standing not far away.

Speak of the devil!

A large group of people followed Tang Shouye's footsteps and headed toward where Dongfang Zhixia and the eldest young lady were standing.

"Niece Zhixia, you guys came too!" Tang Shouye looked excited. Great, now the group was complete.

Dongfang Zhixia looked at the large lump of bizarre people following behind Tang Shouye and furrowed her brows. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

If the hospital's methods didn't work, they would have to give these people a try anyway. It was like treating a dead horse as a living one—it was better than doing nothing at all.

Beside them, Li Erhe hesitated to speak. He wanted to ask Dongfang Zhixia several times but didn't know what to say or how to start...

Dongfang Zhixia glanced at Li Erhe and understood what he wanted to do. "Let's go up first. We can talk about the details later."

The massive procession marched toward the hospital.

While going upstairs, Tang Shouye received a phone call from his youngest son: "Dad, cousin seems to have spoken..."

"What? Spoken? Are you sure you didn't hear wrong?"

Tang Shouye froze, his voice rising a few pitches. The group slowed their pace, everyone pricking up their ears, especially Li Erhe.

Turning his head, Tang Shouye found many pairs of eyes staring at him, which made him shiver in fright. He silently turned on his phone's speakerphone.

"I didn't hear wrong, the voice is just very soft. You have to lean in close to hear it. Cousin has been talking this whole time, you guys just couldn't hear her because it was too quiet..."

"You brat, get to the point. What is your sister saying?"

"If you're going to act like that, I won't tell you. Seriously, I was trying to be nice..."

"Double pocket money," Tang Shouye interrupted.

"Dad, I'll point my smartwatch at Cousin, see if you can hear it clearly now." The youngest son changed his tune at light speed.

The crowd: "..."

Soon, a faint, intermittent voice came through the phone's speaker. It was the same words as before: sorry, Mom, liar, and... Commander.

Everyone looked utterly confused. The first few words made sense, but what was up with this Commander?

They didn't recall the little secretary ever serving in the military.

Could she be possessed?

Before they could listen any closer, the voice faded away. The youngest son's voice came from the other end of the line, "I think it's gone, Dad. Cousin stopped talking again..."

"Alright, alright, I'm coming up right now. Keep an eye on your sister, and make sure to tell me if anything else unusual happens." Tang Shouye hung up the phone, hurriedly shoved it into his pocket with an anxious expression, and continued marching into the hospital. The rest of the group snapped back to reality and followed closely behind him.

Only Dongfang Zhixia had a lingering look of doubt on her face... Commander?

She felt like she had heard that title somewhere before.

It seemed...

Shen Qinghan also blended into the crowd and followed along. She wanted to figure out exactly what had happened today. Since she probably wasn't going to get any useful information out of a certain idiot, she had to find a different target.

...

Meanwhile.

Upstairs, in the hospital's VIP ward.

"Xia Xia, make sure you open the door for me later, I'll be right back!" Xia Tongxin's face was flushed red. Her two small hands clung to the doorframe, looking a bit bashful. After giving her instructions, she closed the door and bolted. The pitter-patter of her footsteps gradually faded down the corridor.

She had drank too much strawberry milk and desperately needed the restroom.

The head maid breathed a sigh of relief. She then skillfully pulled out a tissue, dampened it with water, scanned the room for a moment, locked onto the security camera, and began her work.

Once she was done, the head maid let out another sigh of relief and turned around, intending to wake Ye Cheng up.

"Ah... mmph..."

The head maid started to scream, but her mouth was quickly covered by a pair of large hands. Ye Cheng had gotten out of bed at some point and was standing right behind her. He made a shushing gesture to the head maid and then sprang into action. His movements were incredibly agile, not at all like a sick patient.

Crack! Another security camera was out of commission.

"Phew... that hits the spot!" Ye Cheng stretched lazily and started doing some warm-up exercises to loosen up his body. Damn it, playing the miserable victim this whole time had nearly suffocated him!

Three circles to the left, three to the right, three up, three down... followed by two standing backflips.

The head maid: "???"

Wait... did something weird just get mixed in there?