Salt Lake City, Lafaye Hospital.
Ormand sat by the bed of the ward. The nurse came in with a medical tray. Inside were things like alcohol, cotton swabs, and other disinfectants.
Viola sat at the side and watched. She had no intention of going forward to help him apply for the medicine.
Ormand observed her expression. When he saw her staring at the nurse, who was applying the medicine to his arm, but she was not jealous at all, he felt a little uncomfortable.
So, after the small abrasion was treated, he took Viola to the psychiatry department for an examination.
Half an hour later, the results came out.
"Mr. Hobson, Mrs. Hobson has indeed lost her memory. Many things cannot be remembered. But I checked carefully. Her memory loss is not serious. It is likely temporary. It will be good to take her to places she used to be familiar with."
In the office, Ormand looked at the diagnosis. His breathing tightened, and he did not speak.