When the doctor and nurse came out, it was already more than thirty minutes later.
"How is it? Has my Seventh really lost his memory?" The Old Master's face was somewhat heavy.
"Old Master, the situation is like this: Seventh Young Master's head has received a severe blow, and there is still some residual clotted blood inside, so the possibility of amnesia cannot be ruled out."
"But we still need to perform a series of tests to get a definitive result."
"Looking at Seventh Young Master's current condition, it seems he really has amnesia." Finally, the doctor added.
"Alright, get all the information ready. Once his condition stabilizes, I'll take him back to Ye City for treatment." The Old Master nodded and stepped into the ward.
"Yes." The doctor turned around, bowing respectfully to the Old Master's back.
"Thank you." Feng Yan patted the doctor on the shoulder.
"It's what we should do." The doctor replied softly.
In a blink, there were still those four people in the ward.
