Chapter 103: Awakening

The man feeding Lu Yingmeng in the room nodded slightly, silently urging with his eyes.
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Beep… Beep… Beep…
In the silent hospital room, only the mechanical sounds of the instruments could be heard.
Sunlight streamed through the half-transparent beige curtains, casting mottled shadows on the hospital bed, where the person seemed disturbed by the flickering light spots.
The sleeping individual moved their fingertips slightly, as if they were about to wake up any moment.
Sure enough, their eyelashes fluttered, and their eyes slowly opened, lying there motionless, as if they hadn’t fully awakened from a dream.
“The young master is awake! Quickly call the doctor!” A man who looked like a butler exclaimed joyfully as he ran out.
The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and medical personnel crowded around an elegantly dressed man alongside the butler, who had just returned. “Sir, while I was wiping the young master’s body, his hand suddenly trembled and showed some reaction. I didn’t dare to disturb him, and after a while, he woke up!”
Ye Qiu responded affirmatively, ensuring that he did not carry the odd smell of nutrient solutions before stepping inside.
The empty hospital gown made the boy on the bed seem incredibly frail, his gaze still carrying the bewilderment of just waking up. His slightly long black hair softly draped over his shoulders, like a precious angel that had fallen into the mortal world.
“Gu Bo?” The boy looked at the crowd and spoke softly, a hint of confusion in his voice.
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Chapter 58: The Real World
“It is truly an honor that the young master still remembers me,” Gu Bo said, tears streaming down his face, taking a few steps forward but ultimately staying in place.
Gu Bo had been the housekeeper for the Gu family for decades, having seen Gu Chen born and grow up. As the child grew older, he would eventually start his own family. Though it was difficult to let go, fledglings must leave the nest. To his dismay, when he received news about the young master, he found that Gu Chen was now a vegetative state on the bed. Thankfully, he was awake now.
Ye Qiu waved his hand in front of Gu Chen’s eyes, observing his adorable yet sluggish blinking. “Chen Chen, how do you feel?”
“Ye Qiu…” Gu Chen murmured softly.
Though he had no memories, the name that slipped from his lips revealed his familiarity with the man before him.
Gu Chen gazed at the man close at hand, whose extraordinarily handsome face and the unintentional aura of authority made the medical uniform seem rather incongruous; he appeared to be a strange doctor with a seemingly close relationship to him.
In contemplation, a kindly-looking doctor stood by the bedside and gently asked, “Is there anywhere that you feel uncomfortable?”
Once a patient remained in a vegetative state for several months, the chance of recovery diminished significantly; only a little over half of patients regain consciousness to respond to external stimuli within six months, and only a very small portion can return to a state where they can care for themselves independently.
Gu Chen surveyed his unfamiliar surroundings, an instinctive display of wariness. Despite the presence of familiar faces, he felt uneasy—why was he here?
Other doctors stared intently at the nearby instruments while conducting their examinations.
“No,” the young master, Gu Chen, shook his head, then nodded, struggling to articulate, “I can’t quite remember things from before.”
Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow at this and said, “Chen Chen, you haven’t forgotten about me, have you?”
“How could the young master forget me when he remembers you, his beloved, who he talks about all the time?” Gu Bo chimed in, teasing lightly.
Beloved?
As Gu Chen felt Gu Bo approach, he nervously clenched the fabric of his hospital gown, contemplating the experience of suddenly waking up to find himself with a beloved.
Ye Qiu observed his stiff movements thoughtfully, not moving closer. Had he truly lost his memory?
Well, that could be beneficial.
He had done some improper things before, and by the time he realized and regretted them, the person had already been in trouble. Fortunately, compensation had been made, so it was not too late.
A doctor standing nearby clarified, “Patients who have just awakened have a sixty percent chance of regaining their memories within six months, so family members need not worry too much.”
“If you’re still concerned, we can perform a full-body examination later.”
As Gu Chen looked at him with anxiety, Ye Qiu slowly nodded, his tense body relaxing as he let out a sigh of relief.
After the doctors finished their checks, they filed out, leaving the crowded hospital room empty. However, Gu Chen felt the air in the room thinning, making it hard for him to breathe.
Ye Qiu closed the door, turned to him, and amid his anxious gaze, walked over to sit beside him. He picked a plump orange from the fruit basket, peeled it, and cut it into pieces.
Ye Qiu handed him the cut fruit, saying, “The doctor didn’t say you couldn’t eat it; moisturizing your throat should be fine.”
The sweet and tangy orange soothed the dryness of his throat, also calming Gu Chen’s tense nerves.
The medical standards in the real world were highly developed; as long as a vegetative patient was not confirmed dead or brain-dead, they could almost always be saved. Adequate nutrient solutions could meet the patient’s bodily needs, and treatment pods could maintain various circulatory levels in the body at optimal conditions. Gu Chen didn’t even qualify as a true patient; his biggest issue was his unwillingness to awaken, or perhaps it could be termed the absence of a survival instinct.
Theoretically, Gu Chen was now a healthy person, but the matter of amnesia still weighed on everyone’s minds.
“I’m sorry, I have trouble recalling our past,” Gu Chen said, awkwardly accepting the items Ye Qiu offered him.
His memories were gone, yet his body seemed to still recognize the man before him.
“We are lovers; there’s no need to apologize,” Ye Qiu reassured him. “If you feel uncomfortable, you can have your own space.”
Gu Bo, seeing this, tactfully withdrew.
Gu Chen watched the considerate man leave the room, feeling a sense of emptiness in the large hospital chamber, his mind muddled.
Like an ostrich burying its head in a pillow, he pondered deeply why he could accurately recall names, yet his memory lay blank.