As she let out a breath, she reached out and placed her hand on Bo Jin Yu's pulse, trying hard to remain calm as she carefully listened.,Shen Ningran didn't notice, her eyes sparkling with joy, "Bo Jinyu, you finally...","The wound on his head will heal naturally, but amnesia depends on him. Perhaps with time, or a certain stimulus, he might remember some things, but whether he can recall everything is uncertain."。