Since there were still patients at Qin Mengying's clinic, she left first. Not long after she left, hurried footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway.
Seeing the person walking at the front, the man who had been sitting like a statue suddenly flickered his gaze. Instinctively, he used his hands to grip the wheelchair armrests, trying to stand up...
"Ah! Uncle Xia, you're here..." Ou Mingxuan got up to greet him.
Xia Molin had already heard yesterday that Leng Sichen had regained his memory. At this moment, looking at the man in front of him, his expression was unusually complex. Seeing him struggling, he couldn't help but sigh, saying, "Forget it, your leg is inconvenient. No need to get up!"
The man, usually proud and distant, had a hint of rare unease on his face, and he nodded respectfully, "Yes, Father."
