Chapter 1485
Just then, a nurse walked in. Seeing Meng Jingwei standing there, she asked, "Are you the patient's family member?"
Meng Jingwei looked at the nurse, and before she could speak, the other continued, "He's in a coma right now. You should talk to him more, chat about the people or things he considers most important. It will help him wake up."
The nurse walked to the bedside and hung an IV drip for Qiao Ziqian. "You'll have three bags today. Call me when they're finished." With that, the nurse, carrying the tray, hurried out of the ward.
Meng Jingwei glanced at the departing nurse, then at the IV drip on the stand. She walked to the companion chair by the bed and sat down.
"Is Nan Shuang really your girlfriend? Or do you have other motives for approaching me?"
The investigation results were not yet out, and Meng Jingwei couldn't ascertain Qiao Ziqian's true identity. For now, everything could only be speculation.
She sat in the ward for a while, but Qiao Ziqian didn't wake up. With a long sigh, she got up to leave.
"Water... I want to drink water..."
Suddenly, a weak voice sounded from behind her.
Meng Jingwei's steps halted. She turned back and saw that Qiao Ziqian had opened his eyes. He was frowning as he met her gaze.
"Who... who are you?"
Their eyes met for a moment, and Qiao Ziqian looked at her with a face full of confusion.
"Who am I?"
Meng Jingwei's beautiful eyes widened involuntarily. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she instinctively walked to the bedside. "Qiao Ziqian, are you confused?"
"Qiao Ziqian?"
The man on the hospital bed reached up and scratched his head. His fingers likely touched the wound on his head, causing him to grimace in pain. "Hiss... it hurts." He then looked around the ward, completely bewildered. "Is this a hospital? Why am I in the hospital?"
Meng Jingwei: "..."
She couldn't tell if Qiao Ziqian was faking it or if he had truly lost his memory.
"Don't you remember anything?" Meng Jingwei asked tentatively.
Qiao Ziqian pursed his lips and shook his head. "I don't know. Oh, right..." He suddenly seemed to recall something and pointed at her. "You're Xing Xing, aren't you? You're Xing Xing, right?"
"Xing Xing?"
Meng Jingwei thought hard but couldn't figure out who "Xing Xing" was that Qiao Ziqian mentioned.
She immediately walked out of the ward to find a nurse at the nurses' station. The nurse then found the attending doctor, and the group went into the room to examine and diagnose Qiao Ziqian.
After a long period of activity, the doctor gave Meng Jingwei an answer: "The patient suffered a severe blow to the head. The contusion on his brain is pressing on the nerves, which might have caused temporary amnesia."
"Temporary amnesia?" Meng Jingwei stood in the hallway talking to the attending doctor. She tilted her head to look at Qiao Ziqian lying on the hospital bed and asked in a low voice, "Doctor, are you sure he's really lost his memory?"
"Based on all the examinations, there's no mistake," the doctor said with certainty.
With that, Meng Jingwei didn't ask any further questions.
The doctor gave Meng Jingwei many more instructions before leaving.
Meng Jingwei walked back into the ward. Qiao Ziqian asked her, "Xing Xing, what did the doctor say to you? How did I get injured?"
"My name isn't 'Xing Xing,' I'm Meng Jingwei," she explained.
Qiao Ziqian shook his head. "No, you are Xing Xing. You're lying because you don't want Ziqian anymore."
As he spoke, his eyes genuinely reddened with grievance.
His demeanor was like that of an innocent, ignorant child, and even his alluring peach blossom eyes were as clear as a mirror, untainted by any impurities.
Meng Jingwei's first impression was that he wasn't faking it, but she wasn't completely certain.
She sat on the companion chair and patiently asked, "You say I'm 'Xing Xing,' so do you know my 'full name'?"
"'Full name'?"
Qiao Ziqian tilted his head and looked at the ceiling, thinking hard. "What was it..." He thought intently, but soon felt a sharp pain in his head. "My head, my head hurts, it hurts so much..."
Likely in extreme pain, Qiao Ziqian clutched his head with both hands and banged his head against the bed in agony. "It hurts... it hurts..."
"Qiao Ziqian?"
Seeing that the IV needle in Qiao Ziqian's hand was being pulled out due to his struggles and that his hand was bleeding, Meng Jingwei quickly stepped forward to stop him. "Calm down, calm down!"
Perhaps out of habit of comforting a child, she instinctively reached out and patted Qiao Ziqian.
After a while, Qiao Ziqian calmed down, lay flat on the bed, and opened his eyes to look at Meng Jingwei.
At this moment, Meng Jingwei noticed that Qiao Ziqian's eyes were bloodshot, filled with red veins, and his hands were trembling slightly from the pain.
Only then did she confirm that Qiao Ziqian had truly lost his memory.
"Xing Xing, what's wrong?" Qiao Ziqian noticed Meng Jingwei sitting stiffly in the chair with a complex expression. He asked with a wronged look, "Is it because Ziqian can't remember Xing Xing's full name, and Xing Xing is unhappy?"
"No, it's not."
Meng Jingwei shook her head, her heart filled with unease and a mix of emotions.
While Qiao Ziqian was being taken for examination by the doctor, she had called Qing Muye and told him about the situation.
Qing Muye put down his work at the company and drove over.
"Awei?"
The man pushed the door open and walked in, calling out her name.
Seeing him enter, Meng Jingwei immediately stood up and walked to him, saying softly, "He probably really has amnesia. Have you found any information about him on your end?"
Qing Muye glanced coldly at Qiao Ziqian lying on the bed and said to her, "I can't find any information. His phone was also damaged, so there are no clues. I had people investigate based on the phone number you provided. The only call records are between you and the parents of his deceased girlfriend, Nan Shuang."
"So clean?" Meng Jingwei was truly taken aback.
"The cleaner it is, the more suspicious it is."
Qing Muye's thoughts were remarkably consistent with Meng Jingwei's. She nodded, "I think so too."
As they were talking, Qiao Ziqian reached out to lift the duvet, intending to sit up. However, with a slight effort, his chest hurt.
He grinned and chuckled at Qing Muye, "Brother, are you here to see me?"
"Brother?"
Meng Jingwei was utterly confused. She looked at Qiao Ziqian, then at Qing Muye, and asked Qiao Ziqian, "Do you know him?"
"He's my brother, how could I not know him? Xing Xing, why would you ask such a stupid question?" Qiao Ziqian smiled. "Xing Xing, you're so silly."
"Why does he call you 'Xing Xing'?"
Qing Muye also looked puzzled.
Meng Jingwei sighed and had to explain the entire sequence of events to Qing Muye.
Once Qing Muye understood everything, he walked to the bedside and sat down. "You say I'm your brother? Who is your father?"
"Hmph, Brother is as stupid as Xing Xing. Your father is my father."
Qiao Ziqian's manner of speaking was very childlike, but his handsome and dashing face looked inexplicably pitiable.
Qing Muye asked again, "Do you remember your father's name?"
While speaking to Qiao Ziqian, Qing Muye stared intently at him, seemingly trying to observe his facial expressions for any signs of faking amnesia.
Why would Qiao Ziqian call him 'Brother' upon their first meeting?
Therefore, he had never met Qiao Ziqian before, but Qiao Ziqian must have seen him and known him.