Chapter 708 Professor Bob
It was around noon Beijing time, which was exactly midnight in Philadelphia.
Bella, still awake, quickly replied, "Such a rare blood type is kept secret to prevent others from taking risks. It's hard to find out, but I'll do my best."
Wen Liang: "Thank you."
Bella: "Fei, why are you asking this?"
Wen Liang: "It's hard to explain in a few words. I'll be going to Philadelphia in a few days and will tell you then."
I hope her suspicions are correct.
Bella: "Yeah, yeah! Welcome!"
The takeaway arrived, and Wen Liang took out several lunch boxes from the bag, which contained braised eggplant, stir-fried cauliflower, spicy chicken, and finally a serving of rice.
Wen Liang opened the lids one by one, and the rich fragrance wafted out, soon filling the entire room.
Mason sniffed and couldn't help licking the corner of his mouth.
After being here for two or three months, Mason, who had never eaten good food before, has completely fallen in love with the food here.
Wen Liang looked at Mason staring at the food eagerly and couldn't help but smile, "Your lunch should be delivered soon."
The doctor said that Mason cannot eat too greasy food now, so Huo Dongcheng specially hired a nutritionist to promote his physical recovery through food supplements.
Mason's eyes were glued to the plate of red spicy chicken. He blinked his large gray-blue eyes and pleaded pitifully, "Just a small piece, please?"
He likes spicy chicken very much, but his father won't let him eat too much and can only eat two pieces at a time.
Wenliang's heart softened instantly. She picked up the smallest piece of chicken and carefully removed the chili seeds: "You can only taste a little bit."
Mason couldn't wait to open his mouth and taste the long-lost spicy aroma, his face full of joy.
But who knew that he accidentally choked when swallowing, and the burning spicy taste filled his throat.
“Cough cough cough…”
Mason started coughing violently, not sure if it was from the cough or the spiciness, but his little face slowly turned red.
Wen Liang hurriedly helped him calm down and took the cup, "Drink some water quickly."
Mason quickly took several gulps of water, coughed a few times, and finally calmed down.
Wen Liang couldn't help laughing and quickly picked up a piece of eggplant for him: "Eat some of this to press down your muscles."
The braised eggplant was sour and sweet. Mason ate a piece and wanted more, but the warm and cool ones wouldn't let him.
So Mason looked up at her pitifully.
Just then, the door of the ward was gently pushed open.
Huo Dongcheng came in carrying a thermos bucket. Seeing Wen Liang, he smiled and said, "Aliang is here too. Have you eaten?"
"Just about to eat," Wen Liang turned around and looked at him, "What about you?"
"have eaten."
"Why did you personally deliver the meal today?"
Huo Dongcheng placed the thermos on the table and opened it while saying, "I happen to be free at noon today."
Wen Liang glanced at the food in the thermos. There were rice balls sprinkled with seaweed, two light stir-fries, half an egg, ten boiled shrimps, and a bowl of chicken soup. The ingredients were rich and abundant, and nutritious.
Huo Dongcheng carefully helped Mason set up the small table on the bed and said to Wen Liang, "You go eat first, I'll take care of Mason."
"good."
Wen Liang returned to the sofa, opened the disposable chopsticks and prepared to eat.
Huo Dongcheng placed all the lunch boxes in front of Mason, and prepared spoons, chopsticks, and paper towels, placing them next to him.
Mason ate his meal with a spoon.
Huo Dongcheng walked towards the sofa and caught a glimpse of the imaging data bag on the sofa. He picked it up and sat down on the sofa. "Have you been to the hospital for a check-up? What did the doctor say?"
Wen Liang's fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the chopsticks. "The doctor said... there are no signs of external trauma in my X-rays. This means the injuries from the car accident were not serious, which is completely inconsistent with the medical records from that year."
Huo Dongcheng took out the report, scanned it, and his brows gradually furrowed.
"The doctor speculated... that my amnesia might not be related to the car accident." Wen Liang continued, tapping his fingertips lightly on the wall of the cup. "He suggested that I see a psychiatrist."
"Psychological factors?" Huo Dongcheng looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He put down the report and interlaced his long fingers under his chin. "He means... your memory loss might be caused by psychological reasons?"
Wen Liang nodded, "That's probably what he meant. He said it seems to be related to psychological suggestion."
"Psychological suggestion?" Huo Dongcheng repeated in a low voice, looking up and saying, "I seem to have heard of something like this. For example, if a person is not sick but is constantly told that he is sick, he will gradually think that he is sick and develop certain symptoms."
"right."
Wen Liang also checked online and found that psychological suggestion often appears in our lives, and the impact can be big or small.
For example, there was one time when Wen Tuantuan suddenly did not have a bowel movement for three days, had no appetite, and was in low spirits.
Wen Liang was very worried and checked online. He found that Wen Tuantuan's condition was most likely feline infectious peritonitis.
Typical symptoms of infectious peritonitis: abdominal breathing and jaundice all over the body.
Wen Liang carefully observed Wen Tuantuan's belly. The more he looked, the more he felt that it was breathing abdominally. The white hair on its body seemed to be turning yellower.
So, Wen Liang immediately took Wen Tuantuan to the hospital. After a routine blood test and X-ray examination, they found that Wen Tuantuan did not have infectious peritonitis, but was just suffering from constipation. The film showed that it had a stomach full of feces.
This is a negative psychological suggestion.
Positive psychological suggestions will make people feel happy, brave, etc.
Wen Liang swallowed the food in his mouth and asked, "Brother Dongcheng, do you know any psychological clinics in Beijing? Which one is better?"
Huo Dongcheng smiled and said, "You asked the right person. When I was studying in Philadelphia, I met a psychology professor who is very knowledgeable in the field of memory disorders. He happens to be attending an academic conference in China right now."
Wen Liang's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"I can help you contact them."
"Thank you, Dongcheng brother."
"You're welcome."
Huo Dongcheng dialed the phone and spoke to the other party in fluent English.
Wen Liang learned from their conversation that the psychologist's name was Bob.
When Wen Liang heard Huo Dongcheng ask Bob when he was free and invite him to have dinner together, his heart began to lift, but it relaxed as Huo Dongcheng smiled.
Huo Dongcheng hung up the phone and smiled at Wen Liang, "He's free tonight. Let's have dinner together. Do you have time?"
"Of course!"
"Okay, I'll pick you up then."
"good."
At seven o'clock in the evening, Wen Liang followed Huo Dongcheng into the lounge on the top floor of the Shangri-La Hotel.
The soft sound of piano flowed in the air. A silver-haired foreign old man was sitting on the sofa in the corner. He immediately stood up and waved when he saw them.
"Bob!" Huo Dongcheng stepped forward and shook hands with him.
Professor Bob looked to be in his sixties, with bright grey-blue eyes. "Alex, long time no see."
"Long time no see," Huo Dongcheng said, turning sideways to introduce, "This is Wen Liang, my friend."
"Hello, Professor Bob." Wen Liang greeted with a smile.
Professor Bob, who had learned micro-expressions, immediately understood Huo Dongcheng's intention. He shook Wen Liang's hand and said in accented Chinese, "Miss Wen, nice to meet you."
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