Only two or three people heard those words, and Yang Bin was one of them.
Assistant Yang felt his blood reverse its flow and rush straight to his head. He spun around, strode forward, and pinned Wei Fanchen down.
"What are you doing?!" Wei Fanchen practically shrieked.
Yang Bin called to his men, "Get him out of here!"
Wei Fanchen had no chance of escape.
Feng Yueshan was startled by Shen Lian's sudden condition too. "What's wrong?"
Shen Lian waved a hand, but had no strength to speak.
Seriously, did recovering your memories always feel this awful?
"We're going to the hospital," Chu Yilan said grimly.
Shen Lian didn't argue. He was drenched in a cold sweat, his legs weak. He forced himself to walk to the elevators, and only once there were fewer people around did he feel safe letting Chu Yilan take all his weight.
Chu Yilan scooped him up. Yang Bin was always the first to run ahead.
Halfway through the drive, a breeze blew in through the gap in the window. Shen Lian slowly opened his eyes, then took Chu Yilan's hand and whispered, "I'm fine now."
"How many days have you been feeling unwell?"
Shen Lian looked up and saw the man's ashen face. He explained, "It was just that moment, honestly. I hadn't remembered anything before that."
Chu Yilan didn't want to recall what had just happened. Shen Lian had suddenly closed his eyes and tipped his head back, completely unresponsive as he collapsed into his arms. Chu Yilan's blood had frozen, and his muscles were still taut even now.
"All right, don't talk." Chu Yilan's voice softened.
Ning Sixian wasn't at the hospital, but a word from him was enough. After a full round of examinations, nothing seriously wrong was found. The attending