Please Put the Blame on Him

Zhuo Tinefeng, a friend of Leng Huaijin.

Shen Weiyang looked at the young man in a white coat in front of her. She remembered seeing his name on her phone. He was a shareholder of the hospital and a well-known expert in surgery.

A shareholder of the hospital. It would be convenient for Leng Huaijin to look for him if he needed anything.

Shen Weiyang's fingers tightened slightly but her expression did not change. "So he's Leng Huaijin's friend. Sorry, I don't remember what happened in the past."

Zhuo Tinefeng naturally knew what happened to her memory loss.

When he heard her say this, he did not linger on the topic of memory loss. Instead, he looked at her with concern. "Why did you come to the hospital? Is it because you're not feeling well? Do you need me to arrange for someone to take a look at you? "