Hearing Qiao Jing's words, Zhou Fu felt a wave of surprise and doubt.
He looked puzzled, "How could something like this be forgotten?"
Qiao Jing thought for a moment and said truthfully, "Actually, I was sick before, quite seriously ill, bedridden for a long time, and only recently recovered. Now my health is fine, but I can't remember anything from before."
"So you're saying you're suffering from amnesia?!" Zhou Fu was stunned.
Qiao Jing nodded.
Zhou Fu collected himself and asked again, "Didn't you go to the hospital for a check-up?"
"I did, but it wasn't cured."
Qiao Jing replied succinctly.
After a moment of silence, Zhou Fu spoke, "Give me your hand, let me check your pulse."
Qiao Jing didn't hesitate and extended his hand over.
After checking the pulse, Zhou Fu understood the general situation.
