A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Using internal energy to awaken He Qiaoqing was the last resort Gu Feng could think of.

The result is clear: this do-or-die gamble didn't turn a bicycle into a motorcycle. The bicycle... remains just a bicycle.

Gu Feng was too eager to succeed, and almost suffered a qi deviation due to exhaustion and blood stagnation.

To put it bluntly, it's like someone almost went insane; in a more serious case, they could go completely mad.

Gu Feng, whose whole body was sore and weak, was now lying on He Qiaoqing's soft body.

To be honest, it felt quite comfortable. But he dared not hold it in for too long; if he accidentally pressed the seemingly dead person into a real one, that would be a huge problem. Besides, he could hear footsteps approaching in the distance, and vaguely hear someone calling out, "Greetings, Commander!"

Oh no, Old Man He is here.

Gu Feng's heart pounded wildly.

If that old man sees this scene now, he'll be in deep trouble, no matter how hard he tries.

He quickly propped himself up and hurriedly buttoned He Qiaoqing's clothes.

After finally managing to fasten three wires with trembling hands, she caught a glimpse of the messy pile of ECG monitor wires next to her that hadn't been reconnected to her body yet.

He quickly unbuttoned the button he had just tied, wanting to reconnect the thread for her.

But as soon as I picked up that ball of thread, I felt a pang of regret. Just a casual tug had left the ends tangled like a bunch of pickled vegetables.

"Greetings, Commander!" The voices outside grew closer, and Gu Feng became increasingly anxious.

The more hurried your hands are, the more they shake; the more you try to untangle the thread, the more tangled it becomes.

Large beads of sweat kept pouring out.

In a moment of desperation, he grabbed the end of the thread and yanked it off with a "ripping" sound.

The next second, he knew something was wrong.

A current surged into his body along the wire, rushing straight to his limbs and bones.

The tingling, throbbing pain wasn't too intense, but He Qiaoqing, who was being pressed down by him, trembled several times.

In the blink of an eye, it all happened.

Gu Feng snapped out of his daze and quickly shook off the coil in his hand.

"Hmm—" a muffled voice suddenly rang out.

Gu Feng was taken aback at first, thinking he had misheard or that his stomach was growling with hunger.

But when the sound came again, he suddenly realized that it was coming from below him.

He bounced off like a spring and landed to the side.

It was He Qiaoqing; it was she who spoke.

After a few soft moans, she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze shifting before finally settling on Gu Feng.

"Who...who are you?" He Qiaoqing's voice was hoarse and weak.

It turns out that when Gu Feng was electrocuted, he was sitting on He Qiaoqing's back.

With their bodies pressed close together, and Gu Feng covered in sweat, he became a conductor of heat.

The current traveled through the air and shocked He Qiaoqing as well.

The current came from the monitoring instruments; the voltage was low and didn't cause her fatal harm. Instead, it accidentally woke her up.

Gu Feng didn't answer, or even react at all.

The moment He Qiaoqing opened her eyes, he couldn't withstand the series of shocks, frights, electric shocks, and exhaustion that followed. His vision went black, and he fainted...

Old ghosts are clever, and old people are shrewd. No matter how shrewd Old Man He is, he has one old problem—impatience.

Although it was his idea to lock Gu Feng and He Qiaoqing up separately, he was the one who couldn't sit still the most.

During the three days that Gu Feng was under house arrest, he gave Gu Feng a fixed amount of "fresh air" time each day.

Dozens of heavily armed guards escorted the person down to the garden, claiming it was out of humanitarian concern, but really they just wanted to check on the progress of the treatment.

Besides, He Qiaoqing also needed to clean her body and replenish her nutrition.

But after three days and two nights, the granddaughter's condition showed no improvement.

Old Man He could no longer hold back and personally led his men over to settle the score.

Surrounded by attendants, he arrived at the door and ordered someone to open it, preparing to go in and first take a few blows from Gu Feng's cane.

As soon as one foot stepped in, the person froze.

There were two people on the bed, one lying down and the other sitting up.

However, the one sitting there buttoning her clothes was none other than her granddaughter, He Qiaoqing, who should have been unconscious; while the one lying there motionless was Gu Feng.

"Ah—" Old Man He was so overwhelmed by this huge surprise that he almost fainted on the spot.

Fortunately, the guard behind him reacted quickly and caught him.

When He Tiansheng and Zhong Yufen, who were following behind, saw that their daughter had woken up, they rushed over to her like madmen.

"Xiao Qing!" He Tiansheng's voice was hoarse.

"My darling, my daughter!" Zhong Yufen was already sobbing uncontrollably.

The family had just been reunited from the brink of death; they should have been embracing and weeping.

But just as Mr. and Mrs. He Tiansheng rushed forward, an accident occurred.

"Who are you? What do you want? Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!" He Qiaoqing looked at her biological parents in terror, shrinking her body toward Gu Feng.

These words stunned not only He Tiansheng and Zhong Yufen, but everyone in the room.

"Xiao Qing, what's wrong? It's your father!" He Tiansheng exclaimed anxiously.

"Baby, it's Mommy!" Chung Yu-fen cried and tried to go forward again.

"No, I don't know you. Don't come any closer, go away! Go away!" He Qiaoqing was trembling with fear.

Zhong Yufen always treated her daughter like a precious gem, afraid that she would break if she held her in her hands or melt if she kept her in her mouth.

Now that her daughter has finally woken up, she is being treated with such a strange and resistant attitude.

She could no longer hold on, her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground, bursting into tears.

"Yufen, Yufen, please don't do this, don't frighten the child!"

He Tiansheng is a man after all; no matter how much pain he feels inside, he can bear it.

But he also sensed that something was wrong.

Although their daughter had woken up, she seemed not to recognize them at all. Could it be... amnesia?

It took a while for the family to calm down a little.

Old Man He stepped forward, but seeing the wariness and hostility in his granddaughter's eyes, he didn't dare get too close, only standing at a distance: "Xiao Qing, it's me, Grandpa. Do you remember Grandpa?"

He Qiaoqing looked at him with unfamiliar eyes and a blank expression.

"Grandpa used to take you fishing, take you to see tanks, and buy you lots of interesting things. Have you forgotten all that?"

Old Man He started rambling on and on.

Next were He Tiansheng and Zhong Yufen.

They started from He Qiaoqing's birth, recounting every little detail of her life—happy, sad, and interesting moments—trying to bring back her memories.

But He Qiaoqing remained blank-minded, as if she were listening to someone else's story.

It was obvious that she really didn't remember anything.

He doesn't remember who his parents are, who his grandfather is, or even his own name or who he is.

At this point, no matter how unwilling the He family was to admit it, they had to face reality—He Qiaoqing had truly lost her memory.