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"But what?" Tu Shen's heart suddenly raced.
"But the impact on the patient's head was quite severe, which may affect his memory..." the doctor explained.
"What? Are you saying he might lose his memory?" Tu Shen asked in disbelief.
"Yes, there is a significant possibility, but we need to wait until the patient wakes up to determine the specifics," the doctor said.
Tu Shen fell silent, unsure of what to say. If Chen Shuhua really lost his memory, what would he do? How would he face Chen Shuhua?
...
Chen Shuhua slowly opened his eyes, the white ceiling coming into view. He felt a sharp pain in his head and his mind was blank.
"Where am I?" Chen Shuhua struggled to sit up but found himself too weak.
"Don't move; you're injured and need to rest," a familiar voice said beside him.
Chen Shuhua turned his head and saw Tu Shen sitting by the bed, looking at him with concern.
"Tu Shen? How did you end up here?" Chen Shuhua asked.
"Don't you remember? When we went to capture the Organ Trafficking Gang, you were seriously injured while trying to save me," Tu Shen explained.
"Organ Trafficking Gang?" Chen Shuhua frowned, trying hard to recall something, but his mind was blank.
"The doctor said you suffered a head injury, which might affect your memory," Tu Shen said with concern.
"My memory..." Chen Shuhua murmured, reaching up to touch his head and feeling a noticeable bump.
"Don't worry, the doctor said your memory will gradually come back," Tu Shen reassured him.
"I hope so," Chen Shuhua sighed, sensing that he had lost not just his memory, but something more...
"Don't worry, the doctor said your memory will gradually come back," Tu Shen comforted him, handing Chen Shuhua a glass of water. "Drink some water first."
Chen Shuhua took the glass but didn't drink; instead, he held it tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure. "Tu Shen, I seem to... not remember many things."
"The doctor said that's normal; you need time to recover," Tu Shen replied, though his gaze was somewhat evasive. He didn't dare look into Chen Shuhua's eyes, fearing that the other might sense something amiss.
"I... where is my wife?" Chen Shuhua's voice trembled slightly; the name felt like it came from a distant memory—strange yet familiar.
Tu Shen's body stiffened noticeably. He avoided Chen Shuhua's gaze and mumbled, "She... she's fine. There's no need to worry."
Chen Shuhua keenly sensed something unusual about Tu Shen. He put down his cup and struggled to get out of bed. "I need to see her. Where is she?"
"Chen Shuhua, you need to rest now. The doctor said you can't get out of bed yet!" Tu Shen hurriedly pressed down on Chen Shuhua's shoulder, preventing him from rising.
"Tu Shen, tell me what happened. Where is my wife?" Chen Shuhua grasped Tu Shen's arm tightly, his eyes filled with anxiety and unease.
Tu Shen looked at Chen Shuhua, feeling a deep sense of guilt and helplessness. He didn't know how to tell Chen Shuhua that his wife had...
"Chen Shuhua, calm down. You need to rest now. Once you're better, I'll tell you..."
"Tell me!" Chen Shuhua suddenly shouted, his gaze turning sharp as if he could see through Tu Shen's thoughts.
Tu Shen was intimidated by Chen Shuhua's intensity; he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
"Tu Shen, tell me what happened to my wife?" Chen Shuhua's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.
At that moment, the door to the hospital room was pushed open, and a doctor in a white coat walked in.
"Officer Tu Shen, the patient needs to rest. Please step outside for a moment," the doctor said calmly after glancing at Tu Shen.
Tu Shen nodded and got up to leave the room. He walked to the window at the end of the corridor, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and let the smoke fill his lungs, trying to relieve the pressure in his heart.
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