“What is this old woman up to again? She’s been acting like a play all day long, I don't know how many acts she has left. Will it ever end?” Old Yang said with annoyance.

Sun said, "Dad, I think my mother doesn't seem to be pretending. She really seems to have forgotten about the argument she had with you before!"

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Yang Huazhong nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I don't think she's pretending either. She even asked if you had eaten and told us to save your food."

"If she was faking it, once she'd eaten and rested, she'd have plenty of energy to come find you again, wouldn't she? But she didn't. Instead, she just passed out." The man continued.

"By the way, there's also her hair. Qinger's mother deliberately lied to her, saying it got stuck on some wrapping paper. She believed it, too. If she were faking it, and knew we were lying to her, she wouldn't hesitate to tear the roof off!" he asked.

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Hearing Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun's words, Old Yang also fell into thought.

“Listening to you say it like this, it doesn’t really sound like her after getting angry. This woman, the biggest advantage she has in her whole life is that she never hides her feelings, every emotion is written all over her face.” The old man pondered as he spoke.

"Let her try, she's not cut out for it. Could it be... amnesia?"

Not only was Lao Han himself startled by this bold guess, but Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun next to him were also startled.

"Do you remember? For a while, she couldn't even recognize Mei-er at the doorway," the old man asked again.

Yang Huazhong and Sun nodded in unison: "Remember, we asked a few times which Mei'er it was back then. I felt something was off at the time!" Yang Huazhong said.

Sun pondered, "Even if she had amnesia, it wouldn't be complete. Some things she would remember, and some she wouldn't."

"Lao Yang's face suddenly changed: 'Before, I heard about a disease called 'soul loss'. Could it be that your mother has soul loss syndrome?' "

Both Yang Huazhong and Sun shi remained silent, but their expressions clearly showed that they were also worried sick just like Old Yang.

"Father, what should we do? Should we call a doctor to see Mother?" Yang Huazhong asked urgently.

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Old Yang raised his hand to make a gesture of stopping. "Don't rush to call the doctor first, let me try again and then we can discuss it."

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At night, during dinner, Sun held Tan and helped her to the table.

"Mother, I cooked your favorite potato pork ribs. You ate a lot at lunchtime and even praised my cooking skills. Why don't you try some more?" Mrs. Sun asked softly.

Tan yawned and said, "Mother Qing'er, what nonsense are you talking about? I clearly ate green vegetable pork liver noodles at noon. When did I eat your potato pork ribs?"

Sun's hand holding the chopsticks paused, and she couldn't help but look at Old Yang and Yang Huazhong at the same table.

Old Yang gave Mrs. Sun a wink.

Mrs. Sun nodded and then continued to Mrs. Tan, "Mother, aren't you mistaken? This afternoon, you, me, and the third brother, we all ate lunch together, didn't we?"

"That vegetable and pig liver noodle soup you said we had yesterday at noon, today at noon we had potato ribs with pickled mustard greens and bean sprouts. You even praised me for it! Even Lao San heard."

Yang Huazhong nodded. "Yes, I heard you."

Tan's face fell, and she impatiently said, "What's going on with you all? You're chattering away while we're trying to eat. Just tell me what's wrong with the menu already! Are you going to let us eat or not?"

Sun Shi didn't dare to anger Tan Shi, so she quickly smiled and said, "Okay, okay, let's eat. I'll help you get some dishes."

Tan shook his head: "Don't give me the spare ribs, I don't know why, but when I smell it, my stomach feels churned and a bit queasy. Maybe I have a cold stomach."

Mrs. Sun smiled wryly, wanting to say, "Mother, this isn't a stomachache from the cold, it's from eating too much pork ribs at noon."

But this was something Sun shi would rather swallow than say to Tan shi, unless she wanted to shorten her own life.

"Wife, your belly is cold, why don't you call a doctor to take a look?" Old Yang took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Tan Shi, wanting to see her reaction.

As a result, Tan simply twitched the corner of her mouth and said: "Are you burning money? Don't you want to pay the doctor? I'm fine. Just drink some red sugar ginger water before bed later and it will be alright."

Old Yang was stunned. This old woman actually spoke to him like that? Had she really forgotten about the fight they just had?

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"Ouch!" Old Yang pretended to grunt.

"What's wrong?" Tan immediately asked nervously.

Old Yang said, "I took a tumble today, my nose is bruised and my face is swollen, it hurts quite a bit!"

Tan stood up abruptly and shuffled over to Lao Yang's side. "Did you hit your head? Let me take a look!"

Her fingers quickly touched Lao Yang's head, and sure enough, she felt a lump.

"Ouch, gently, it hurts!" Old Yang gasped.

"You old rascal, with your legs and feet not working properly, you should stay home! Look at yourself, all battered and bruised like a child. It's so worrying!"

Although it sounded like blame, every word conveyed concern and worry.

This made Old Yangtou and Yang Huazhong and the others very disbelieving.

"Laosan, go get Afu over here." Lao Yangtou instructed Yang Huazhong.

Yang Ruqing and the younger generation called him "Uncle Fu," but in Old Yang's mouth, he became "Ah Fu."

Yang Huazhong didn't even bother to eat his dinner, he rushed out of the main hall.

"I told you my stomach was fine, and you insisted on having Ah Fu come over just to take a look at the wounds on your face..." Tan Shi said naggingly.

Old Yang said, "When they arrive, the two of us will take a look together. Anyway, we're both putting in some money."

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Having said that, Tan shut his mouth.

Soon, Uncle Fu came.

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On the way, Yang Huazhong had already told Fu Bo about the whole story. Fu Bo understood that this trip was not just to check on Lao Yang's facial injury and Tan Shi's stomach pain, but also to investigate Tan Shi's wandering soul syndrome.

Soon the two of them entered, and at this time, Tan had finished her meal. Sun helped her to a stool beside the table.

Master Fu greeted Lao Yangtou and Tan Shi with a few pleasantries before beginning his examination of Tan Shi...

After a while, Tan's patience began to wear thin. She urged him two or three times before Fu Bo finally withdrew his hand.

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"Ah Fu, your medical skills seem to be getting worse the longer you live! I just had a cold stomach. You tossed and turned me around for so long, rubbing my head and giving me needles, it was such a hassle!"

Tan muttered something and, with support from Sun, returned to her room to sleep.

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In the living room, Lao Yang impatiently asked Fu Bo, "Afu, how is my wife doing? Is she suffering from a mental disorder?"

Uncle Fu said, "From the examination just now, there is a possibility that your aunt's illness is like this."

“Ah?” Lao Yang’s heart suddenly turned cold.

“But she still recognizes us, and she remembers what happened yesterday. She’s forgotten about today’s events, so how do I explain this?” The old man was unwilling to accept it and asked again.

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