Chapter 14

After all the tests were done, I sat Bo Anzhi down on a bench in the waiting area.

He refused to go in because he was convinced the doctor was a “human trafficker¹” who was going to sell him.

I took the thick stack of reports to ask the doctor about the results.

The doctor told me Bo Anzhi was recovering well.

The blood clot in his brain had shrunk considerably.

But as for when his memory would return, no one could say for sure.

It could be a day, a week, or even a month…

But when I returned to the waiting area to take him home, he was gone.

The empty bench held only a small, folded note:

[I hope your main husband becomes impotent!]

A corner of the note looked like it had been wet with tears and then dried, leaving it wrinkled.

I rushed to a nurse on duty nearby and asked if she had seen the man who was sitting here.

“That handsome guy? He ran off crying just now, about ten minutes ago.”

I sprinted downstairs and began searching the area around the hospital.

But the area was huge. Finding Bo Anzhi here was like finding a needle in a haystack.

I immediately contacted Bo Min and had him pull the security footage from around the hospital.

Soon, Bo Min sent the video over.

After leaving the hospital, Bo Anzhi had unlocked a shared bike and taken off.

His long legs pumped the pedals furiously, as if he was afraid of being caught and sold off by someone chasing him.

And just like that, a living, breathing person vanished from sight.

His assistant searched the office, and we checked all of his properties.

There was no doubt about it-there was no trace of Bo Anzhi anywhere.

Footnote:

1. 1. Human Trafficker(人牙子):“Human trafficker” is a translation of rén yá zi (人牙子), an archaic and dramatic-sounding term for a slave trader. Bo Anzhi’s use of it highlights his over-the-top, historical drama-like mindset.