1392 I am not called Ping An, nor am I your little brother.

"Then, why does my son not recognize me, his older brother, and younger sister now?"

Pei Ge's heart was filled with worry. She also felt awful, especially when her son's eyes showed wariness.

"Miss, don't worry. Your son didn't suffer a head trauma, so his amnesia should recover soon."

After performing another thorough check onto the child and still not finding anything wrong with him, the doctor could only say that.

The doctor was forced to swallow back his words in the next instant, though.

As she called, Ji Ziming abandoned everything on hand to rush over.

He heard about his son's amnesia the moment he came into the ward, but before he could voice his opinion on the issue, he was interrupted by a child's voice.

"Daddy, why are you only here now?!"

The boy, who was guarded against everyone, smiled happily yet aggrievedly the moment he saw his father.

Pei Ge and the doctor were stunned when they heard his excited squeal.