Ji Xi silently apologized to the doctor again. He felt genuinely sorry that the man had to endure such baseless slander.
But Yan Xianjue was not specifically targeting this doctor. He was simply in a bad mood and lashing out at everyone.
If the doctor wanted to settle the score, Ji Xi suggested putting it on Lin Shi's tab.
Yan Xianjue let out a long breath. "Forget it. I was only giving it a try anyway."
Once his reason returned, he said, "He's just a doctor, not some immortal. How could he wave a hand and restore my memories?"
Ji Xi relaxed. He had genuinely been afraid Yan Xianjue would stubbornly spiral out of control.
Still, he asked in confusion, "So you've confirmed it was amnesia?"
Yan Xianjue glanced at the thick stack of documents in his hand. "I wasn't sure before, but now... it's probably nine times out of ten."
"I was kidnapped when I was little."
"What?" Ji Xi's brain shut down for a moment.
Yan Xianjue asked him, "How much have you found out about what happened before I turned seven?"
Ji Xi shook his head. "You need to have more faith in how well the Yan Household protected information about you."
Yan Xianjue said decisively, "Ask Ji Heng whether he can help find the old case files. A kidnapping case from more than ten years ago."
He lowered his head to look at the scars on his wrist. He had gone through the family photo albums. When he was three, sitting on Goldie's back with one hand raised high, those scars had not been there yet.
In the later photos from the sanatorium, the scars had appeared. It could not possibly have been his grandfather cutting him to refine medicine with his blood, could it?
His