The air was depressingly silent.
Summer’s fingers curled back and dug into her palms as she and Leonardo stared at each other. At last, Leonardo came out victorious in the staring war. She looked away and pursed her lips.
“Tell yourself that if you must,” she said.
Leonardo said nothing because the doctor had come, greeted him respectfully, and handed him the final report.
“Ms. Jarrett is recovering fantastically. Her bodily functions are running normally, but she has to take good care of herself…” The doctor paused for a moment. “Ms. Jarrett, you’ve felt nothing out of the ordinary?”
A strange atmosphere rose as soon as the doctor’s voice trailed off. Summer looked up and met Leonardo’s eyes, which looked gloomy.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Emerson, I didn’t mean it. Conditions such as Ms. Jarrett’s might entail some sequelae after coming out of a coma…”
The female doctor could not help but look at Summer, whose condition was rare, and as a doctor, she was naturally curious about it. So she still asked the question, even though she knew that Leonardo was not someone whom she could afford to offend.
However, Summer could understand why the doctor would ask that. Besides, she indeed suffered from some sequelae. Was memory loss not one of them?
Apparently, Leonardo did not think so. He smirked, his eyes sinister. “Can I see for myself if there are any sequelae?”
The doctor still wanted to say something, but another doctor brought her away, fearing that she might again say something and anger Leonardo. They may not have been able to see if Summer was suffering from any sequelae, but they could clearly see that Leonardo was not too happy.
Summer could sense that naturally. It was just that she could not understand why Leonardo was so pissed off, and she dared not ask him why.
Those female doctors told him about Summer’s condition in detail before they left. Right then, a bodyguard approached Leonardo from the side and whispered into his ear.
“Bring him over,” he instructed once he heard what the bodyguard said.
Someone else was coming? Summer’s eyes followed the bodyguard as he walked out the door. Not long after, that bodyguard brought a male doctor in white doctor robe in. He was about fifty-something, looking avuncular yet tired, but he was totally composed. The male doctor came up to Leonardo.
“You are Mr. Emerson?”
The man was the neurosurgeon whom Tim found for Leonardo.
“Yes, I am.” He slowly got to his feet.
“Sorry, I just performed surgery. There’s one more surgery waiting for me tomorrow morning. Shall we get down to business right away?” He then sat down beside Leonardo. He was steady and confident, supposedly an expert in his field. He looked over at Summer.
“You look like you’ve recovered fairly quickly, Ms. Jarrett.”
Summer looked at him in surprise, wondering how the specialist knew her. But then she felt silly; he was the person whom Leonardo had set out to meet in advance.
“Yeah, I’m doing great.” Summer returned a smile.
“Mr. Tim contacted me before. I have carefully analyzed your condition in different stages and been thinking of looking for you, Ms. Jarrett. I just didn’t expect you to come to me first.”
The doctor looked at her earnestly. Cases of recovery like Summer were few in number, and this naturally attracted the attention of people in the medical field.
The doctor turned to look at Leonardo. “There are generally three categories of the loss of memory. First, physical trauma to the brain. Second, emotional trauma. Third, drug-induced memory loss. In your case, Ms. Jarrett is in the first category.” He paused and looked at Summer before he continued, “I have seen the CT scans of the different stages of your treatment, Ms. Jarrett. It is normal for that kind of trauma to cause memory loss. Right now, you might have recovered physically, but the recovery of your memory is very much a matter of probability…”
Summer’s face changed. The doctor might not have said it clearly, but she could understand what he meant: she would have to depend on luck if she ever recovered her memory. Had it been easy to regain one’s memory, the doctor would not have said it in such an ambiguous word.
She might have long been mentally prepared for it, but she still felt sad at hearing that. She became silent and only heard the doctor say he would prescribe some supplementary drug to her. After that, Leonardo had said something to the doctor, but she did not hear that—her mind was elsewhere.
She only realized she had come out of the room when she came out of her thoughts. She looked back and saw a bodyguard. Leonardo was nowhere to be seen.
“Where is Leonardo?” she asked.
“The young master has things to do,” the bodyguard replied respectfully.
She could not care less what Leonardo was doing. She just followed the bodyguard, came out of the hospital, and waited for Leonardo in the car.
…
After Summer left, Leonardo and the doctor were the only ones left in the room.
“Take a look at this.” Leonardo handed a document folder that he was carrying with him to the doctor.
“Is this your medical history?” The doctor took the folder in his hand, opened it, and looked at it. He could not help but look up at Leonardo questioningly.
Leonardo replied with a faint “Mhm” as he leaned back on the couch, signaling the doctor to read the report first.
The doctor did not understand what was on Leonardo’s mind, so he read the entire report. After that, he saw Leonardo still had the same expression on his face; he frowned.
“By the looks of things, your injury was less severe than Ms. Jarrett’s. Your medical history shows that you weren’t in any life-threatening condition, but Ms. Jarrett barely survived. Being able to come out of it wasn’t easy for her. It’s nearly a miracle that she’s been able to recover this much.”
Leonardo’s face sank upon hearing the doctor’s words. His eyes were dead cold, capable of striking fear in people.
The doctor pressed his lips together as he became nervous. He was the top neurosurgeon in the country and met many social elites and powerful people. But this man in front of him was far more imposing than anyone he had met earlier. He remembered that before he came, someone had warned him that Leonardo was nasty…
After a long while, Leonardo spoke. “Judging by my situation, do you think my memory loss is also because of physical trauma to the brain?”
“You’ve also lost your memory?” The doctor was startled. “I won’t discount the possibility, but there could be other factors in play.”