Song Xingyao pressed the parts in her hand several times, but apart from the pain, she felt no waking of memories.

A sudden sound at the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Teacher Song, Professor Xu is looking for you." Luo Luo's energetic voice came from the doorway.

"Oh... okay, I'll be right there." She put the parts back in their place, stood up, and walked out.

Professor Xu's office was not far away, and the furnishings inside were very tidy. It was clear that he did not work here often, because almost everything showed no signs of use.

Recalling what Luo Luo said, Professor Xu usually teaches at Jiangcheng University, so he doesn't come here often.

Song Xingyao didn't know when she would regain her memories, but she didn't want the people around her to think of her as a weirdo.

So she sat down at Professor Xu's desk as if nothing had happened.

"Professor Xu, you wanted to see me?"

Seeing that Professor Xu's expression was normal, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Song, we originally invited you back to conduct hypnosis-related experiments, but due to some personal reasons, this project needs to be suspended for a while, so there isn't much experimental work that requires your participation at the moment. However, I discussed it with the dean of Jiangcheng No. 1 Hospital, and the psychological clinic is currently in dire need of personnel, so I would like to ask if you would be willing to continue staying here?"

Thinking she was going to be asked about the experiment, Song Xingyao's anxiety subsided somewhat.

"No problem, Professor Xu. In that case, I'll stay and help."

Professor Xu smiled and stood up to shake her hand. "Thank you in advance. The hospital will treat you as a specially appointed expert. The specialist clinic set up for you is almost ready. When you have time, Luo Luo can take you there. You are highly professional and have your own private clinic, so I believe you can help many people if you are willing to open a clinic."

After the two finished discussing business, Song Xingyao hesitated whether to ask Professor Xu about her amnesia, but after thinking about it, she didn't say anything and turned to leave the office.

Professor Xu glanced at her retreating figure and breathed a sigh of relief.

I received a call from Fu Siming early this morning. He told me that Song Xingyao had lost her memory and urgently informed everyone in the research lab about the news, while also trying to avoid causing her any panic.

Stimulation isn't necessarily a bad thing, but its downside is that the outcome is uncertain.

The project's suspension was not a mere delaying tactic; it was urgently halted because it involved An Ye's death.

It was indeed Fu Siming's suggestion to keep her working in Jiangcheng, but Professor Xu was surprised that Song Xingyao actually agreed.

Having a professional like her working at the hospital would help many people in need, so I agreed to do her a favor.

As Song Xingyao walked out, she felt extremely fortunate.

Now that we have this opportunity to let her stay, the most important thing is to first ensure her survival, and then slowly help her regain her memories.

With this opportunity, she could finally find a place to stay and leave Haiyan.

Although I was thinking about leaving Haiyan, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions and convincing herself: "Song Xingyao, don't be obsessed! Don't be obsessed! It's not like I haven't seen handsome guys before!"

I remember when I was studying at Sekro, there were often handsome white guys hanging around her, but they were definitely not as good as Fu Siming, that lewd hooligan.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore.

Luo Luo was already waiting at the door to take Song Xingyao to her office.

Outside the operating room of the hospital.

Anna stared at the two million in the account, speechless, overwhelmed with gratitude.

He thought to himself, "I will never call her a capitalist again."

The next second, an unfamiliar number appeared on the phone.

"Hello, is this An Ye's family member? I am An Ye's teacher. Something has happened to An Ye, and we need you to come to the school."

Anna paused for a moment, didn't reply, and then glanced at the operating light that had been turned on.

Seeing that there had been no reply for a long time, I was afraid that the other party would think I was a scammer.

"This is the contact information for An Ye's emergency contact. Please come to the school as soon as possible."

Because the matter was sensitive, the teacher was also in a difficult position and couldn't discuss it over the phone.

All I could do was keep emphasizing the seriousness of the matter.

Thinking that my mother's surgery wouldn't be over so soon.

After hanging up the phone, Anna spoke briefly with the nurses at the hospital and then hurried off to school.

Because she had spent a long time in the hospital, she had become quite familiar with the nurses, and they would help her in some way.

In the taxi, Anna felt as if her heart was being squeezed, and she was filled with panic.

It's only been a few days. An Ye had told me a few days ago that she was going to participate in a psychological experiment, and I haven't even had a chance to ask her about the results yet.

As he was thinking, the car quickly came to a stop at the gate of the art academy.

Seeing Anna enter, the teacher quickly stood up from her stool.

"Who are you?"

"I am An Ye's older sister. What happened to An Ye?" Her anxious tone made the teacher hesitate.

But Anna's unease grew stronger.

"Sister An Ye, you do it first, calm down, An Ye... she's gone."

A buzzing sound filled her mind, and she stared at the teacher in front of her, her expression freezing.

"What did you say?"

The teacher was afraid of upsetting her and didn't want to repeat herself, so she had no choice but to explain the whole story.

"An Ye was injected with an overdose of poison and is gone. Because the killer's identity is sensitive and the case is still under investigation, her body is currently at the funeral home... Please accept our condolences..."

Her mind went blank. How could this be? How could he be gone?

She couldn't remember anything the teacher said after that.

She had no recollection of how she left the office; she simply walked numbly around the campus, circling it again and again.

Perhaps the next second she'll see An Ye's familiar figure running towards her from some corner, then affectionately taking her hand and acting coquettishly.

Besides the various students walking on the road, a group of school leaders accompanying a man in a suit on an inspection tour also attracted attention.

There are many handsome men in art schools, but this man, with his striking good looks and refined demeanor, possesses a unique charm that truly draws people to stop and watch.

The vice dean standing nearby was smiling and expressing his gratitude to Qiao Yiyang's entertainment company for collaborating with the art academy to cultivate talent.

The company was originally set up to pave the way for Qiao Yiming to enter the entertainment industry, but it has been doing very well in recent years.

That's why I took the opportunity to visit the art center in Jiangcheng to check on the situation of my partners.

"Mr. Qiao, thank you for your strong support of your school. We are all working together to cultivate more talents."

Despite the flattery, Qiao Yiyang still politely shook hands with the other person, but her eyes inadvertently caught sight of a familiar figure.