Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

Zhou Jin saw that the little girl's face and lips were very pale, and she looked very pitiful. He quickly comforted her: "No, no, there is nothing I can't say in front of you."

"Let's talk about it. Before, she was limited to thirteen days, but this time it was only seven days. Why did she suddenly become ill?"

Wen Qiao said: "I used to feel uncomfortable with my heart, but this time I have a headache. The pain is severe."

Zhou Jin said word by word, using the simplest words possible: "I just checked my brain and heart, there are no problems."

As soon as they said this, Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao's faces darkened. Although it was a good thing that they were not sick, the crux could not be found, so how could they not be anxious?

Fu Nanli's voice contained sullenness: "Does your doctorate in medicine have any water?"

This statement made Zhou Jin unhappy: "I have published 98 SCI papers and four papers in The Lancet. Do you know The Lancet? The most influential medical journal in the world."

Fu Nanli's face was solemn: "So, you are just an academic type, right?"

Zhou Jin gritted his teeth: "I haven't finished speaking yet, can you please stop denying me in a hurry? Her illness seems to be a genetic problem."

Hearing this, Wen Qiao's face sank completely, and he clenched Fu Nanli's fingers tightly.

Fu Nanli could feel her helplessness.

Wen Qiao said hoarsely: "Genetically?"

"In layman's terms, it's a genetic defect."

Wen Qiao believed this. Xiao Mo was born with autism. Genetically caused diseases were indeed possible.

Fu Nanli frowned: "Genetic defect? ​​Why have you never committed it in the first nineteen years of your life? And why do you have to stay with me?"

Zhou Jin solemnly said: "Medicine is actually more complicated than aerospace science, and there are many unsolved mysteries. I have to bring Xiao Wen's blood sample and genetic sequence back to my laboratory in the United States to continue research. I can't give it to you at the moment. Answer."

Fu Nanli had an expression on his face that said, "What's the use of you?" Zhou Jin also felt aggrieved.

Such a strange disease has never appeared in the world. What can he do?

"Okay, let's go out."

“Then when will Xiaowen’s blood be drawn?”

"We'll wait until she recovers in two days. Don't tell anyone about this."

"I am sensible. In addition, Xiao Wen has many bruises on his body. It seems... caused by falling from a high place. It's nothing serious, but it should be very painful."

After saying that, he went out.

Fu Nanli lowered his head and saw that her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. He held her hand tightly: "Zhou Jin is one of the top three medical professors in the Lancet magazine. He will definitely find a way to deal with it. It will be okay."

Wen Qiao took a sip of hot water and nodded mechanically: "Hmm... um..."

After thinking for a while, he said to Fu Nanli: "Don't let my family know."

Mom, Uncle Ji and her brothers will be worried about her.

Fu Nanli felt choked, "Okay."

She was very cold, so Fu Nanli put a pool of hot water for her and let her take a hot bath.

At night, Wen Qiao was lying on the bed, and Fu Nanli sat beside her and asked, "Why did you collapse in the yard? Why didn't you call me?"

The lights were all out, it was still raining outside, and the light from the street lamp shone in through the window. Wen Qiao's voice was a little muffled: "The headache came quickly and violently. My hands were shaking and I couldn't hold the phone. It fell on the desk and bed. In the gap between them, I couldn't reach it even after a long time. I tried my best to walk to the stairs. My feet gave way and I rolled down the stairs from the third floor. Hey, it's still hurting now."