Chapter 270 He is an eight-year-old child

"Ah Xiu, how do you ..." Bai Yu Xing reacted the latest, eagerly reaching out to the man on the bed.

 "Don't touch me!" The man on the bed shrinks back in fear, Xi Chen goes up to him, afraid that he will pull the wound:

 "Xiu, don't move! Be careful of the wound."

 This time, the latter reacted even more fiercely, even stretching out his arm that was infused with fluids and waving it carelessly towards Xi Chen who suddenly leaned over.

 "Ah Xiu, what's wrong with you? Me! I ah! Xi Chen!"

 Bai Yu Xing reached out and grabbed Xi Chen, who wanted to go forward again, "Calm down, Ah Xiu is not in the right state."

 "Who are you guys? Get out, get out." That child-like tone of fear and dread looked at the large group of people surrounding his hospital bed, suddenly, the line of sight crossed the only woman on the bedside, stopped.

 In the next second, despite the various tubes inserted in his body, under the astonished gaze of the crowd, he jumped into Jane Tong's arms, incomparably aggrieved, saying:

 "Big sister, I'm afraid."

 Jane Tong instantly transformed into a wooden man, incomparably stiff, inch by inch dropping her head, looking at the big man in her arms, who was begging for help from herself.

 Not just her, the others also one by one weathered into stone, stood frozen in place, watching this bizarre scene happen.

 "Is that ... Ashu?" Xi Chen used a tone that she herself was skeptical of, speaking out what everyone was feeling at the moment.

 Bai Yu Xing's face steeply sank, and he droned in a deep voice, "Quickly! Go quickly and inform Professor Luther."

 Professor Luther was Shen Xiujin's attending physician.

 "Big sister, you let them leave, okay?"

 Jane Tong looked at Shen Xiu Jin's handsome face, but hung the eyes of a small child's fear, perceived her own clothes, by a pair of hands, tightly grasped, she even reacted sluggishly ... This is ... that man?

 Professor Luther came, naturally noticed that the patient's state is not right, and the man in the hospital bed, but refused to cooperate with the doctor's examination, has been sticking to the side of Jane Tong, that hands tightly grasp Jane Tong's clothes refused to let go.

 Professor Luther was filled with helplessness, "Mr. Shen refuses to cooperate."

 One sentence, so a pair of eyes instantly all looked at Jane Tong. Jane Tong's face changed and changed, he refused to cooperate, there was no use looking at her, right?

 "He only listens to you now." Bai Yu Xing said faintly.

 The meaning was self-evident.

 Jane Tong sighed under the gaze of the eyes of this room, tentatively compromising on unskillfully coaxing the child-like Shen Xiujin.

 She felt that she was not facing a mature big man, but a small child with an incomplete mind.

 The results proved ...

 "Mr. Shen has no memory of the past."

 Bai Yuxing was also a paramedic, and the one who was most qualified to talk to Prof. Luther was him, "You're saying that he's lost his memory?"

 "No. For unknown reasons, Mr. Shen's IQ, and cognition, have all degraded to the age of an eight year old child."

 Bai Yu Xing's expression was instantly solemn, "That is to say, he now only has the understanding and cognitive ability of an eight-year-old child?"

 Professor Luther said without regret:

 "Don't worry, this situation might be able to get better over time, or if something inspires it."

 These were naturally comforting words, Bai Yu Xing himself was from the medical profession, and this condition of the patient might be cured in a month or two, maybe three or five years, maybe ... longer.

 "Happily, Mr. Shen has woken up, and his vital signs are currently normal."

 Professor Luther left the hospital room.

 Jane Tong looked at the man in the hospital bed, and on the familiar face was a look she was completely unfamiliar with - careful like a child who had done something wrong.

 "Big sister, did I upset you?"

 Jane Tong's throat went dry and she shook her head with a complex face.

 "Then why do you look so unhappy?"

 Childlike innocent words, Jane Tong at this moment, but incomparably woefully twisted her head away.