Chapter 493: Am I Amnesiac?

Wu Zhekun woke up the next afternoon, looking very weak.

"Where… am I…"

Su Feixue had just dozed in her chair, heard the voice, hurried to check, and Lu Cheng followed.

"Xiao Kun, you're awake—how do you feel?"

Wu Zhekun gently shook his head: "Who… are you…"

Hearing that, Su Feixue was startled—what's happening? How could he not even recognize her?

Wu Zhekun's fatal wound this time was in his chest, but his head was also grazed by a Bullet… Could the head injury have caused amnesia?

Su Feixue was about to call a doctor to come check his condition, but Lu Cheng suddenly felt something was off.

He leaned forward, stared into Wu Zhekun's eyes for a moment, clearly focusing.

"Do… you know me?"

Wu Zhekun glanced, then shook his head slightly.

Lu Cheng said, "Really don't recognize me? I'm your father."

He immediately got a kick on his butt—Su Feixue's doing.

Wu Zhekun coughed harshly twice: "Your damn…"

Lu Cheng, seeing this, hurriedly said, "Look, Senior Sister, he's responding now, even cursing. I helped open his Ren and Du channels, and his memory will be restored right away."

Su Feixue realized Wu Zhekun was doing it on purpose and was instantly at a loss for words about the two of them.

"You two are still kids, aren't you! You have no idea how worried the adults are, yet you still have the mood to joke here!"

Lu Cheng continued, "For any illness, you need a good mood; a good mood cures all diseases—that's the principle."

Wu Zhekun, in a weak voice, agreed, "Old Lu is right."

Su Feixue was too lazy to bother them, left the ward to find a doctor.

After a thorough check by the doctor, Wu Zhekun only needed to convalesce and recover gradually.

Su Feixue relaxed, then went to find Liang Lihua, intending to explain Wu Zhekun's condition in person.

In the ward, only Lu Cheng remained, sitting nearby, carefully carving an apple.

When it was almost done, Wu Zhekun reached out to take it, but Lu Cheng bit it himself.

Wu Zhekun's hand drooped weakly.

"Su Gugu told you to stay here and look after me."

Lu Cheng nodded.

"I know, this is caring for you, just like this apple—fruit is cooling, eating too much hinders wound healing."

"So to prevent you from craving, I took care of it for you."

Wu Zhekun inhaled, still not daring to draw a deep breath; his chest hurt badly, and he couldn't catch his breath.

"Maybe you should just leave; I'm afraid you'll end up caring me to death."

Lu Cheng lowered himself: "Saying that shows you have no conscience. If I hadn't pulled you back, whether you'd have kept this little life is another story. Back then, to save time, I was almost running while shouldering a train."

"How should I put it? I'm half your lifesaver, not your biological father but better than a father, so calling me 'adoptive father' wouldn't be too much."

Ignoring Lu Cheng's teasing, Wu Zhekun was straining to recall.

Because he was in a coma then, many things he couldn't remember, yet some impressions lingered…

"Shh, I think I heard you say you would take me to become a disciple of Xu Erye…"

Lu Cheng replied without thinking, "Then you're mistaken."

"How could I have taken Wu Zhekun to a master? At that time I only gave him a glimmer of hope for survival; it was a reckless promise."

If Wu Zhekun actually became Xu Erye's disciple, that would be a mess.

I just promised Liang Lihua that someday I'd visit Senior Brother Wu, but then how should I address him? Each his own?

Wu Zhekun kept recalling unwillingly.

"That's not right, that's not right. I do remember you said—how did you put it? I felt my body was floating, originally drifting in a White Chaos, but I was about to die, and my body began to fall into a void of black darkness…"

"Yes, that's it. Then I heard your words, and suddenly you pulled me back into the White Chaos…"

Lu Cheng hadn't expected it to actually work, but now that Wu Zhekun is awake and out of danger, there's no need to admit it any more.

"White Chaos, black void—just hearing that sounds like a dream. I never said that."

Wu Zhekun furrowed his brows upon hearing Lu Cheng's words.

"Is that so? A dream? I don't feel like I'm dreaming."

"You must be dreaming."

"You must be lying to me."

"I really didn't lie to you."

"You definitely lied to me; you just love to deceive."

"What's the matter, why are you arguing? Don't you know the ward should stay quiet…"

Both stopped arguing at once and looked toward the ward entrance, seeing Lu Ying bringing Ning Ning.

Wu Zhekun was instantly overjoyed, losing any desire to argue with Lu Cheng.

"Ning Ning."

"Uncle Wu." Ning Ning hurried over, perched on the bed: "Uncle Wu, how are you feeling?"

"Haha, Uncle's fine."

Wu Zhekun gestured with his arm: "Look, Uncle, my body is great, don't be scared, Uncle—I'm perfectly fine."

Ning Ning nodded: "Then Uncle Wu, can you tell me about the battles?"

"Sure... Uncle will tell you..."

Lu Ying had specially brought Ning Ning over; after all it had been a long time since they'd last met; seeing the big and little ones chatting so happily, she called Lu Cheng, who was crunching an apple by the side, out.

Sis, I saved you a bite—try it, it's sweet.

Lu Ying rolled her eyes: 'Fine, I'm asking you—are you still going to deliver supplies?'

Seeing how serious his sister was, Lu Cheng had no choice but to straighten up.

Yeah, sis, I have to set out tomorrow; the frontline is at a critical juncture now, I'm familiar with all the procedures, and switching people now would waste time.

Lu Ying, of course, also knows that war is a race against time—time is the battle opportunity, and delay cannot be afforded.

She also knew that only with a nation can there be a home, and she ought to feel proud of her brother.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Ying straightened her brother's clothes while giving him instructions.

I don't ask you to win great glory—I just want you to come back safe and sound. Our older brother has already sent several telegrams; he's also worried about you, you know? No matter what happens, you must not be reckless—your temperament, I don't even know how worried I am…

Sister often nags like this, and Lu Cheng usually acts indifferent, but at this moment he is listening attentively.

Don't worry, sis, I've taken your words to heart—I'll certainly not be reckless and will act within my limits.

Lu Ying nodded: 'Mm, I'll talk to Mom properly and put her mind at ease; you don't need to divide your attention worrying about home. Of course, while working well you also need to eat well—you've noticeably lost weight this time you came back.'

Lu Cheng put his arm around his sister's shoulders: 'I know, sis—next time I come back I'll definitely be eating till I'm white and plump… Hey sis, before I leave, may I ask you something?'

Seeing Lu Cheng suddenly switch topics, she assumed her brother didn't want to hear her nag any further.

What serious matter could you possibly have to ask me?

"Absolutely serious." Lu Cheng first glanced into the ward—Wu Zhekun was chatting and laughing with Ning Ning.

What do you feel about Old Wu?