The Jianchang Earl's Mansion, Bogu Hall.
Jiang Yunhuai read the letter over and over again, his doubts growing ever larger, like a blot of ink stained with water.
Shi Er swore that he had no memory of the past and no feelings for himself. Of course, the letter that was forced into his hand was also full of determination, but if you looked closely, you could still find a trace of concern and a touch of warmth in it.
The more Jiang Yunhuai read the letter, the more he felt that it didn't seem like the letter written by the woman who racked her brains but could only use ordinary slang to try to convince herself.
What exactly happened?
Jiang Yunhuai's mind was a complete mess, no matter how he tried to sort it out.
Leaning wearily against the soft chair, he gazed quietly at the roof beams above his head for a while, then took out the letter again and slowly examined it.
The letter paper was translucent in the sunlight, but the writing on it appeared even darker and deeper.
Jiang Yunhai's fingers trembled slightly. No matter how many times he read this letter, each rereading felt like a knife cutting into his heart.
The study was so quiet it seemed empty, with only a faint scent of ink lingering in the air.
Jiang Yunhuai sniffed, suddenly stood up, and searched for the few words left between the two of them in the past to compare.
After a long while, his doubts not only remained unresolved, but actually grew stronger.
He turned the letter over and over to look at it, but couldn't figure it out. In desperation, he had to resort to the method she disliked the most.
"Someone come here."
Suddenly, the doorway twisted and contorted, and a figure abruptly appeared.
The man stepped forward and knelt on one knee. "My lord."
Jiang Yunhuai gritted his teeth and said, "Go and invite all the doctors who have been going in and out of the Shi residence during this period. Also, send someone to the Shi residence to investigate in detail. Report back to me every single thing that has happened in the Shi residence since the incident."
The man agreed, got up, and disappeared in an instant.
Jiang Yunhuai stood for a while, leaning on the desk, and suddenly murmured, "Lan'er, I hope you won't blame me in the future."
The study fell silent again. After a quarter of an hour, Zhou looked at the strong man leading the way and asked cautiously, "May I ask which member of your household is unwell?"
The man didn't speak, but led her straight to the study, knocked on the door, and then said sparingly, "You'll know when you go in."
Zhou tightened her grip on the medicine box bag. Having frequented wealthy households, she took a breath to compose herself and stepped into the somewhat dark room as the doorman said "Come in."
Jiang Yunhuai sat upright at the table, scrutinizing Zhou Shi.
Although nervous, he was also calm and composed. He was uneasy, but his mind was at peace. His eyes were clear, his steps were upright, his back and neck were straight, and there was no fear on his face. It seemed that he had not done anything shady or wrong.
Zhou took two steps forward and then saw Jiang Yunhuai in the shadows.
Zhou was startled because she hadn't expected anyone to be there.
Jiang Yunhuai narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at her until she could barely stand, then said, "I heard that the Shi family invited you to their residence to treat patients a few days ago?"
Zhou pursed her lips and remained silent.
Jiang Yunhuai's face was sinister, and his eyes held a hint of murderous intent. "What disease does that person have?"
Zhou remained silent.
Jiang Yunhuai was somewhat surprised and couldn't help but ask her, "You don't recognize me?"
Zhou nodded; everyone knew that iconic brocade robe.
They know it, yet they dare not speak up.
Jiang Yunhuai raised an eyebrow slightly, showing a greater appreciation for her dedication to her profession.
"Good to know. You should know that there's no one who wouldn't dare to say what I want to know."
After a moment's thought, Zhou asked, "What does Your Excellency wish to know? If it is merely about the illness, I will naturally answer to the best of my knowledge."
Jiang Yunhuai leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "Don't worry, I'll only ask about the illness, nothing else, and you don't need to do anything else."
Since it doesn't violate medical ethics, then it doesn't matter.
Only then did Zhou feel relieved. She glanced to the side and asked, "May I sit down?"
Jiang Yunhuai had no intention of making things difficult for her, so he nodded.
After Zhou sat down, she said, "Miss Shi only had superficial injuries and was not seriously injured. However, when I took her pulse, I found something unusual. My diagnosis at the time was dissociation syndrome."
Jiang Yunhuai sat up straight in surprise and said, "Dissociative identity disorder?"
“That’s right, it is indeed dissociative identity disorder. Patients with this disease are very rare. I have only seen one case in the ancestral master’s notes,” Zhou explained the details of the dissociative identity disorder, then her eyebrows furrowed. “I originally prescribed medicine according to the ancestral master’s prescription. It was effective for the first two days, but when I went back later, I heard that the girl had lost her memory. I examined her several times, and although her pulse was better than what I had diagnosed before, it was much less effective than I had expected. I am still young and dare not use medicine again, so I had to ask them to find a better doctor.”
Jiang Yunhuai's mind flashed back to that scene like a movie.
Upon entering, she seemed familiar with me and showed no surprise at my arrival. Calmly, she told me someone was in the cubicle. After I used acupressure to put the old woman to sleep, she very calmly tossed me a sachet. Later…
He suddenly remembered that when he held her hand, she looked at him with a helpless expression, and then her expression suddenly changed. Not only did she not recognize him, but she also spoke rudely, and she was no longer as gentle and graceful as before.
Is this stark contrast what's meant by dissociative identity disorder?
Jiang Yunhuai was skeptical.
"Would Doctor Zhou be so kind as to let me study the medical records?"
Jiang Yunhuai asked very politely.
Zhou had already prepared to hand over the ancestral medical records when she described the symptoms, so she naturally nodded when she heard his question.
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