How Much Do You Believe In Your Memory

Xu Qian went to the nearby clinics to look for a doctor to treat Jiang Hong's bruises.

On the other hand, Zhang Heng took the chance to buy a cup of hot tea, two bottles of mineral water, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter from a nearby vending machine. He then put the cigarettes and the lighter in his pocket and returned to the clinic. 

He passed the cup of hot tea to Jiang Hong.

The latter repeatedly thanked him.

Xu Qian, on the other side, took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and took a sip. "Is he really your husband?"

Jiang Hong lowered her head and mumbled something softly.

"Did he always abuse you?"

Before Jiang Hong could say anything, the old Chinese doctor on the side said, "Yes. This is the third time she has come to me this month."

"Then why don't you call the police or get a divorce?" Xu Qian frowned.