RYEY -Chapter 434 Amnesia

At first, Uncle Niu didn’t show himself, instead observing from the shadows. When he saw Xiao Dan’s eldest brother, he recognized at once that the middle-aged man was his own biological son. Overwhelmed with emotion, he rushed forward.

His sudden movement startled the middle-aged man badly. When he heard the other man claim to be his father, his eyes turned red with anger. If Xiao Dan hadn’t stepped in to block him, Uncle Niu would’ve been beaten.

Xiao Dan’s father, Yang Jun, was also confused when he saw Uncle Niu. This man looked remarkably like his eldest son. Only after Xiao Dan explained everything did they finally understand.

However, Xiao Dan’s eldest brother only remembered that he had once collapsed at the doorstep of a poor farming family, and that the couple had saved him. He remembered nothing from before that.

“Niuwu, I really am your father. Back then you were little, and I was young. Folks in the village called me Brother Niu. Now I’m old—Brother Niu has become Uncle Niu, and those little kids even call me Grandpa Niu.”

The middle-aged man called Niuwu looked completely bewildered. His name was clearly Yang Liu—so why was this old man calling him Niuwu? Strangely enough, he didn’t feel repelled by the name at all; it even felt somewhat familiar.

And the old man’s face did resemble his own. Could he really be his father? Then why was there no trace of him in his memories?

Shen Sanleng smiled and asked Cheng Qiao to check Yang Liu’s pulse. He already knew what was wrong, but he wanted to test Ye Jun’s only disciple—to see whether she truly had real skill.

Cheng Qiao placed her fingers on Niuwu’s wrist, switching from left to right. After a few minutes, she sensed that Yang Liu had suffered a serious head injury in the past.

Although the external injury had healed, something remained inside his brain. That was what prevented him from recalling his past.

She had Iron Knife Pills. With just one pill, it might promote blood circulation and remove the blockage—but she couldn’t guarantee that Yang Liu’s memories would return afterward.

Memory isn’t something that can always be restored just because you want it to be. If a certain event caused severe shock, the subconscious mind may deliberately erase it.

If that were the case, even if Cheng Qiao cleared the congealed blood in Yang Liu’s brain, it wouldn’t bring back the memories he had intentionally forgotten.

“There’s stagnant blood in your brain. It was probably never properly treated after your injury back then, leaving behind this hidden time bomb.”

“What? Is it life-threatening?”

Yang Jun and Uncle Niu blurted out in unison. Yang Jun was filled with guilt—his family had been poor back then, with no extra money to treat the child.

Yang Liu grabbed Yang Jun’s hand, signaling him not to blame himself. If it weren’t for Yang Jun, he’d have died long ago. Instead, he had lived into his forties, married, and had children.

Seeing Yang Liu care only about Yang Jun made Uncle Niu feel a bit sour, but remembering that this man was his son’s lifesaver, the bitterness quickly faded.

“Qiao, Uncle Niu knows what you’re capable of. It doesn’t matter whether this child acknowledges me or not. Uncle Niu just begs you to treat Niuwu. I know that once you take action, there’s no illness you can’t cure.”

Yang Liu’s heart sank. He could now be certain that the old man standing opposite him was his biological father—otherwise he would never beg like this, willing to give up even acknowledging their father–son relationship just to get him treated.

“Thank you, Uncle Niu.”

Yang Liu had originally wanted to call him Dad, but when the word reached his lips, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t say it. In the end, he still called him Uncle Niu.

When Uncle Niu heard his own son call him “Uncle Niu,” a trace of disappointment flashed through his eyes, but it vanished instantly into the moisture welling up in them.

Cheng Qiao nodded. She didn’t give Yang Liu the Iron Knife Pill directly. Instead, she wrote out a prescription, cleverly incorporating the formula of the Iron Knife Pill into it.

After Shen Sanling saw the prescription, he nodded in satisfaction.

“Cheng Qiao, after this academic year ends, I hope you’ll return to the capital to take the graduation exam and the medical practitioner qualification exam. At your current level, there’s no need for you to attend classes anymore—just focus on your internship at the clinic.”

Cheng Qiao was thrilled. She knew that the Liangzhou branch of the Traditional Chinese Medicine College still didn’t have the qualifications to set exams or issue medical licenses, but she believed that in the near future, it certainly would.

Cheng Qiao personally went to gather the herbs. Uncle Niu and the others followed her to the clinic. Seeing the neat, clean environment and the young women in nurse uniforms behind the service counter in the center of the hall, they felt inexplicably reassured.

The medicine was soon decocted. Holding the bowl, Yang Liu suddenly felt reluctant to drink it. He had grown accustomed to his current life. Although these parents were not his biological ones, the debt of saving his life had to be repaid tenfold.

He also liked Xiao Dan and the others. Though the younger sisters-in-law might not be easy to deal with, his younger brothers and sisters were all good people and were close to him.

Especially Xiao Dan—he had practically raised him himself. If he acknowledged this biological father, he would have to leave this family. Thinking of that, he shot Xiao Dan a resentful glare.

Uncle Niu watched Yang Liu nervously. His feelings had shifted again—since this son no longer recognized him, there was no need to force it. As long as the boy was healthy, that was enough.

Anyone would feel uneasy knowing there was something blocking their son’s brain. Better safe than sorry. Since it could be treated, it should be treated properly.

Yang Liu’s mind was also racing—acknowledge him or not, what should he do? In a moment of urgency, he came up with an idea.

“Uncle Niu, if you really are my biological father, even though I’ve forgotten the past, I promise I’ll take responsibility for you and see you through old age and death. It’s just…”

“Just what?” Uncle Niu asked.

His heart leapt with joy. This was what he worried about most—when he died, there might be no one to perform the mourning rites for him. It wouldn’t be appropriate to have Huan or Xiangyang do it; that would be improper.

“Uncle Niu, back then they saved me, so they are my reborn parents. I have to repay that kindness. I will definitely support them until they grow old, fall ill, and pass away.”

Uncle Niu nodded repeatedly. This way of thinking was right, and this course of action was even more admirable. He excitedly grasped Yang Liu’s hand, saying that as long as his body could hold up, he would help take care of the lifesaving benefactors together with him.

Yang Jun looked at Uncle Niu with mixed feelings. You taking care of us? More like us taking care of you, he thought. An old man with white hair—didn’t he have any self-awareness?

But he didn’t say it aloud. He couldn’t hurt the child’s feelings. Ever since this old man appeared, he had been feeling something indescribable—both happy and sad.

Happy that the child had finally found his biological father; sad that now that he had found him, he would be leaving them.

“Yang Liu, do you remember when you first woke up? I asked you your name, and you couldn’t remember no matter how hard you thought. That’s when I gave you one. Now that your father is here, how about changing back to your original name?”