Lin Shi is a person who, the more he cares about something, the more he will act frivolously and casually to cover it up.
How could the doctor who had taught Lin Shi for so many years not understand this?
He looked at Lin Shi, who had put on his white coat again and was staring intently at the operation of the experimental equipment. After a moment, he slowly said, "Actually, I'm a little curious about what you looked like after the overturn."
Lin Shi casually complained: "Such unlucky words are not allowed in the laboratory."
In a hospital halfway across the city, Ji Xi said almost the same thing to him.
"Could you please stop saying such unlucky things?" Ji Xi looked at his willful boss speechlessly.
Yan Xianjue was leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed, flipping through a medical journal in the doctor's office. He didn't even frown when he heard Ji Xi's words.
Ji Xi rolled his eyes: "Don't pretend you can't hear me, you don't understand."
Yan Xianjue looked up at him speechlessly: "You are really becoming more and more straightforward now."
He paused briefly in the middle of his speech, as if he was thinking before finding a more appropriate word.
Ji Xi: "I don't want to be blunt, but have you given me this opportunity?"
God knows how he felt when he saw Yan Xianjue suddenly appear downstairs.
It is no exaggeration to say that at that moment he had even thought about which sea he would fill in if something happened to Yan Xianjue.
"Don't I bring bodyguards with me? What are you afraid of?" Yan Xianjue was also confused.
Ji Xi was too lazy to talk to him. Instead of wasting time talking to him, he might as well talk to Uncle Lu, who was much more reliable than Yan Xianjue.
However, when Uncle Lu was mentioned, Ji Xi was a little puzzled: "Didn't you say you wouldn't tell my family this time? Aren't you worried about Uncle Lu going back to report?"
Yan Xianjue glanced at him indifferently, closed the magazine he had casually opened to relieve his boredom, and told Ji Xi slowly, "I am his boss now."
"Besides, if my guess is true, I'm not the one who needs to feel guilty."
When Ji Xi heard the latter sentence, for some reason, he secretly lit a candle for President Yan in his heart.
That is to say, even though he is a good president, his status doesn’t seem to be that good when he returns home.
But on second thought, Ji Xi could understand it, because his family had a ready-made example.
Ji Xi wanted to say something else when the doctor came in with a thick stack of examination reports.
The first thing he said was, "Mr. Yan, there are no signs of brain damage, and psychological tests also show that your mental state is very healthy."
No matter how the doctor looked at it, Yan Xianjue was a perfectly healthy and normal person.
His health level far exceeds that of 99.9 percent of his patients.
If this was just an ordinary patient, he would even suspect that he was here to make fun of him.
However, due to the sky-high medical fees he received and Ji Xi standing next to him staring at him eagerly, the doctor patiently asked Yan Xianjue about his subjective feelings.
Yan Xianjue frowned: "I can't say for sure, and I have no evidence, but I still think I have lost a memory."
He described it this way: "It's like being encased in a cowhide drum. The cowhide on the surface prevents me from recalling it, but that memory is currently punching the cowhide inside the drum, as if it's eager to burst out."
The doctor paused as he wrote in the medical record; he understood what Yan Xianjue meant.
But isn’t this patient’s description a bit too abstract?
Ji Xi stood aside helplessly holding his forehead. He knew that Yan Xianjue was beginning to show his unparalleled talent for metaphors again.
The doctor secretly thought it was okay, he was a professional and he was paid.
He pointed to his head and said, "The human brain is the most complex organ in the body. There are many possibilities for amnesia. Can you sense the approximate time of that memory?"
Yan Xianjue nodded: "I guess it should be before the age of seven."
After hearing this, the doctor put down his pen and explained to him very seriously: "Mr. Yan, a child's brain and nervous system are not fully developed before the age of seven."
"The hippocampus, which is responsible for long-term memory, generally begins to develop after the age of six. Of course, there are individual differences; some develop earlier and some later."
"Plus, the way children and adults remember things is very different, and their brains' ability to process information is also far less than that of adults whose brains are fully developed."
"If it's just memory loss due to this condition, we usually call it childhood amnesia."
"This is something that no one can avoid."
Yan Xianjue nodded.
The doctor continued, "There is another situation that we often encounter in clinical practice."
"Experiencing traumatic events in childhood triggers the brain's self-protection mechanisms, leading to forgetting."
"No matter what the situation is," the doctor said seriously, "your request to restore your memory will be somewhat difficult."
Yan Xianjue was silent for a while, then asked, "What methods do you usually use for treatment?"
Doctor: "For patients with psychological problems caused by past events, the psychology department usually uses the method of recreating past experiences to try to address the psychological impact on the patient."
"You're in good condition now. Amnesia hasn't affected you psychologically or physically. You can treat it as the first case."
Yan Xianjue pursed his lips, and Ji Xi keenly felt that the other party was a little unhappy now.
But the education he had received over the past eighteen years had allowed him to maintain his politeness. Yan Xianjue repeated his request: "But I want to remember."
The doctor shook his head very rationally: "My personal advice is, don't force it."
"I know you have the financial resources to receive the best treatment, but I can't prescribe you any medication or give you a treatment plan. From a neurology perspective, your brain isn't sick."
Yan Xianjue stood up from his chair and walked out the door.
Ji Xi was stunned. He immediately apologized to the doctor, took Yan Xianjue's medical report from him, and trotted after him.
"What's going on?"
Yan Xianjue replied grimly: "Go beat up Lin Shi."
Ji Xi: “???”
Although he really disliked Lin Shi and often caused trouble for Lin Shi in the company.
But this time, Lin Shi seemed to have gotten into trouble.
He tried to calm Yan Xianjue's sudden emotions: "This is a neurologist, what does he know about amnesia? How about I find you a psychologist?"
Yan Xianjue glanced at him and always felt that Ji Xi's tone of voice was a sincere perfunctory to him.
If Ji Xi knew that he was thinking this way, he would definitely cry out for justice. What he said was completely in line with Yan Xianjue's thoughts.
"What kind of doctor are you looking for? A quack!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
