"Dad, Mommy, there!"

The girl looked at the figure falling at the gate, and hurriedly ran to the door quickly with an umbrella, squatted down, and used the umbrella to block the rain that kept dripping on the figure.

"Xiangqing, you give it up."

"Okay."

Xiangqing nodded and moved out of the way, while the umbrella still rested above the figure.

"Xiaoxiang, let it go, Dad, he will be able to carry this child in it soon."

"Hmm."

Xiangqing nodded, holding an umbrella to block the rain falling on her body.

"Let's go!"

The middle-aged man carried the figure behind him, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and he quickly ran towards the entrance.

"Daddy, wait for me......"

Xiangqing trotted to keep up with the man's pace, and when she came to the entrance, she placed the umbrella and rain boots, and waited for the middle-aged woman to enter the door, and then closed the door.

"What's the matter with this kid? It rained so hard that I fainted in front of our house......"

The middle-aged woman's eyes were full of worry, and she looked at the figure and sighed.

"Kawajo!"

"What's wrong? Mom? ”

The boy's voice came from the staircase, and the owner of the voice was holding a towel and constantly wiping his freshly washed hair.

"This kid doesn't know what's going on, he's sick at our doorstep, can he rest with you in your room tonight?"

"This ......"

Chuanzhang's face was a little ugly for a while.

"Mom, you know, my room has hardly been let in."

"I'll come, Daddy, Mommy."

Xiangqing looked at Chuanzhang's difficulties, and also knew that the fainted patient needed to be taken care of, so she brought it up herself.

"Presumptuous! You girl, how can you be in the same room with a strange boy! ”

The middle-aged man listened to Xiangqing's words, and anger naturally attached to his face.

"Daddy, he's a sick person!"

Xiangqing held her mouth.

"Xiaoxiang, this is not the patient's problem, you are still young, you are only four years old, how do you want to take care of people? You can't even take care of yourself. ”

"Daddy!"

Xiangqing pursed her mouth and looked at the middle-aged man angrily.

"It's okay, kid's father, let Xiaoxiang try it, anyway, our room is next to her, and it's still too late to see what happens."

The middle-aged man listened to his wife's words, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"Okay, let me see if Xiaoxiang has the ability to take care of people, although it's unlikely that she will."

"Humph!"

Xiangqing listened to her father's words, and naturally clenched her little fists and stood in front of her chest.

After a while, Xiangqing looked at the figure that had been picked up by her father and cleaned up.

"Let's help this brother cover the quilt first."

Xiangqing thought so, and the quilt was covered with a quilt on the figure.

"Uh-huh......"

A feeling of pain suddenly appeared, and Xiangqing's hand floated small bags.

"It's so itchy...... It's so itchy......"

It seemed that when he heard the unbearable voice of the girl next to him, a slight light suddenly appeared on the figure, which gradually suppressed the abnormality on Xiangqing's body.

"Good...... Hey? Don't raise it? ”

Xiangqing's action of grasping her hand was abrupt, and although she rubbed her hair in confusion, she still picked up the quilt and covered her figure.

"This brother, where are you from......"

Xiangqing rested her head on the palm of her hand, looked at Leng Mu who was asleep, and suddenly yawned.

"Good Night ......"

Xiangqing's voice gradually became quieter, and finally the whole room fell silent.

……

"Xiaoxiang? Xiaoxiang? ”

"Hmm, Mom?"

Xiangqing rubbed her eyes, sat up from the bed, and looked at her mother sitting on the side with some doubts.

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't you mean to take care of that sick child? How can someone else take care of you? ”

"Ahh

Xiangqing's little face suddenly turned red.

She has a bad habit of kicking the quilt every night, and the quilt can still cover her this morning, I guess it has something to do with that brother!

"What about the brother?"

Xiangqing lifted the quilt and jumped off the bed, constantly scanning the room.

"You said that kid, he was talking to your father, and from what I just heard, he seems to have amnesia, and he only remembers that his name is Leng Mu, but he can't remember what he is doing here. So I discussed it with my dad and was going to take him to the hospital. ”

"I'm going too!"

Xiangqing quickly rushed into the bathroom, picked up the toiletry and washed up quickly.

……

"Dad, I'm going too."

Xiangqing patted her chest, glad that she had finally caught up.

"What are you here to do? Leng Mu and I have something to do. ”

"I'm going too, I'm going too."

Xiangqing saw that her father didn't want to take her with her, so she decisively pulled her father's sleeve and coquettishly.

"You girl."

After all, the middle-aged man couldn't resist his daughter's coquettishness, so he had to pick her up and smile apologetically at Leng Mu.

"My daughter is a little rude, please forgive me."

"It's fine."

Leng Mu didn't see any expression on his face, and shook his head to indicate his current thoughts.

……

"Yes, it's this kid, he fainted last night when he got sick at the gate of our house, and he couldn't remember anything after waking up this morning, so he came and asked you."

"This ......"

The doctor looked at the picture in his hand with some embarrassment, glanced at Leng Mu with some embarrassment, and asked in a slightly tentative tone.

"Is there something I can say?"

"Whatever you want."

Anyway, he can't remember anything, and even if there is something unspeakable, to him, it's just a sentence.

"I can't solve your symptoms, I suggest you go to Dr. Dakong to find a solution, Dr. Dakong and they should have a solution to your kind of problem."

"Thank you."

Leng Mu nodded, looking at the middle-aged man on the side.

"Uncle, get rid of it and take me to Dr. Dakong's research room."

"Hmm."

The middle-aged man nodded, since Dr. Okora was not affiliated with any government agency, a human head quickly popped out of their lab as the door frame moved.

"Hello, who?"

"You're Dr. Okora."

Leng Mu shook Dr. Ozora's hands, although he was a little surprised, but he was lucky after all.

……

"Little brother, to be honest, I can't solve your disease."

Dr. Ozora shook his head and placed the accurately measured picture in front of Leng Mu.

"Look here, here, and here."

Following the movement of Dr. Okora's fingers, he finally explained the meaning of the multiple questions that appeared in Leng Mu's mind.

"Your place is blocked by an unknown membrane, so it causes a part of your nervous system to suffer, which indirectly increases the risk of losing your memory."

"Is there nothing that can be done?"

"Nope.

"In this case, you can only take him home and wait for his memory to return." Dr. Ozora spoke to the middle-aged man, then closed the door and continued to tinker with his experiments.

Cold wood? An interesting kid too.