774 A Headache Before Fainting

Shen Xi and Song Wenye rushed over and stopped the maid to ask what had happened.

Seeing that it was Shen Xi, the maid forewent formalities and pulled her into the house. “Young Lady, the old master collapsed. The madam is worried sick. Come and take a look.”

Shen Xi hurried there.

Fu Handing was still lying on the floor. He had passed out just moments ago, so he had not been moved to a bed.

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Shangguan Yanqiu was overwrought, crying and shouting Fu Handing’s name. She was at a loss for what to do. The sight of Shen Xi only made her tears flow uncontrollably. “Xixi, your dad Come and take a look. What’s wrong with your dad?”

“Don’t worry, Mom. Everything will be okay.” Shen Xi consoled Shangguan Yanqiu. She kneeled by Fu Handing’s side to examine him. After a brief moment, she heaved relief. “He’s okay. He’s just passed out.”

However, why did Dad collapse out of the blue?

Shangguan Yanqiu sobbed while mumbling to herself that everything was fine. As her grip over Song Wenye loosened, she fell unconscious too.

Song Wenye was quick to hold her up.

Shen Xi and Song Wenye, with the help of the maid, carried Shangguan Yanqiu and Fu Handing to the sofa. Shen Xi then whipped out the needles to stick on them.

Shangguan Yanqiu quickly regained consciousness after the therapy.

Fu Handing remained unconscious.

Furrowing her brows, Shen Xi carefully checked his pulse. The pulse was steady, and so was his breathing. There was nothing wrong with his body. Why did he not wake up after the needling?

Shangguan Yanqiu looked concerned. “Xixi, why isn’t your dad awake? What’s wrong with him?”

“He’s doing fine physically. He should wake up soon.” Shen Xi looked at her. “Mom, what happened to Dad just now? Did anything out of the ordinary happen before he passed out?”

Only she, Song Wenye, Mom, and Dad were at home.

Fu Qingxuan went to work on a huge project. His attendance was required to lead the experiment.

Fu Qingli had not been home for two days due to year-end work commitments.

The film Qingye was shooting had not wrapped up. He would be back at night.

Madam Yun and Old Shen went to stock up on New Year goods first thing in the morning, and the family went with them.

Mom was forced to take rest at home as she went to bed with a fever last night. She was still light-headed in the morning. Hence, she did not go along with the group.

With Mom stuck at home, Dad stayed with her, of course.

“Nothing was out of the ordinary.” Shangguan Yanqiu reflected for a moment. “I was outside knitting a sweater. Your dad said he could cut some fruit for me in the kitchen. That’s when he fainted.”

She called the maid who was on standby. “Mrs. Chen, is there anything strange about the master before he passed out?”

Mrs. Chen shook her head. “Madam, I went over because I heard a noise in the kitchen. The master was on the ground by the time I got to him.”

Although the master was not that old, there was still a risk of strokes and high blood pressure in midlife. Nevertheless, it must not be anything serious since the young lady said he was okay.

Shen Xi said, “Mrs. Chen, get someone to pull the security tape.”

“Yes, Young Lady.” Mrs. Chen responded and got right on it.

Soon, Andre, the person in charge of home security, arrived and played the video of Fu Handing entering the kitchen and falling unconscious.

Shangguan Yanqiu covered her mouth as she watched Fu Handing suddenly crouching down in pain. He placed his hands on his head before fainting from the pain.

Shen Xi frowned gravely. “Mom, Dad must have remembered something. He might be regaining his memories.”

Shangguan Yanqiu cried in joy at her words. Holding Fu Handing’s hand, she observed his face.

Their family had been helping him to recall his memories for a long time but to no avail.

This was great news. However, Shangguan Yanqiu would rather he did not remember than see him suffer. She did not want him to go through the pain.

Shen Xi could be certain that even if Dad did not recover his memories fully, he must have found important pieces of them. Nevertheless, everything would have to wait until he regained consciousness.

An hour later, Fu Handing finally came around. He was heartbroken to see Shangguan Yanqiu’s swollen eyes. Smiling tenderly, he hugged her. “I’m okay. It’s only a dizzy spell. Why the sad face?”

The sound of his voice released Shangguan Yanqiu’s tears. “Xixi said you’ve recovered your memory? Is it true?”

Fu Handing nodded. A dangerous murder intent wiped away the affection in his eyes. “I remembered some images, but they were blurry. My head hurt so badly I passed out.”

He saw broken fragments and vague images. Fu Handing witnessed the person who started the fire, but it was a blurry figure. He could not get a good look.

These were things he could not tell Shangguan Yanqiu. She was already poor in health and easily swayed by emotions. Fu Handing planned to tell Qingli instead once the latter was home.

Qingli never stopped looking for the real reason behind Fu Handing’s disappearance. However, his eldest son was not even close to a breakthrough.

Shangguan Yanqiu did not dig further concerning his memory, afraid Fu Handing might suffer another migraine attack.

Shen Xi was not hung up about asking either, albeit she had more on her mind than Shangguan Yanqiu. She had an inkling that Dad probably had flashbacks about his disappearance.

Nevertheless, Shen Xi was not going to leave the Fu brothers out of what happened today for sure.

Fu Qingxuan was the first to rush home. He immediately went to Fu Handing for a thorough physical examination before asking worriedly, “Dad, what did you recall?”

There was not much medical intervention when it came to human memory. The only thing that saw some degree of success was hypnosis but on the condition that the patient was willing to cooperate.

“It was too blurry. I don’t know,” Fu Handing replied.

Fu Qingxuan solemnly uttered, “Dad, how about I arrange for another hypnotherapy? Professor Ackerson happens to be around.”

“It’s fine.” Fu Handing refused.

He had a feeling that without any intervention, his memory would soon come back to him.

Despite going for hypnotherapy a while back, Fu Handing made no progress in retrieving his memory. Xixi also customized a treatment plan for him, but it was ineffective too.

Today was the first time blurry images popped into his mind.

Fu Qingli was called to the study by Fu Handing at his return.

Passing them by chance, Shen Xi was called in there too.