Chapter 109 How could this happen?
Li Kedong was also very surprised by this, believing that Zhang Pengfei might be suffering from a very rare "selective amnesia", which is known in neuropsychology as "psychogenic amnesia" or "dissociative amnesia".
Although most amnesia is caused by organic damage directly resulting from trauma, the brain may indeed "block" memories related to specific traumatic events or people in order to protect itself from unbearable psychological pain, as documented in clinical cases!
However, Li Kedong comforted him, saying that it was possible that his brain function had not fully recovered and his memory was still fragmented and confused. He might be able to remember it after a while.
Chen Jingyang felt both heartbroken and extremely fortunate—it was better that he couldn't remember. If Zhang Pengfei really remembered what he had done to him, he wondered if he would still be able to take care of him like this!
"Good boy!" Chen Jingyang helped Zhang Pengfei sit up, quickly wiped his face with a washcloth, then put a bib on him like a baby eats, and put a cup of water to his lips: "Come on, take a sip, then spit it out."
Zhang Pengfei turned his head away in frustration: "No, no, no!"
Chen Jingyang pulled his head to rest on his shoulder, gently pressing it, and coaxed him, "If you brush your teeth obediently, I'll let you see the dog after you finish eating."
Zhang Pengfei's favorite thing to do now is watch cartoons, and among all the cartoons, his favorite is Paw Patrol.
He'll cooperate a lot if you use this as leverage.
Zhang Pengfei blinked, stretched his neck, took a sip of water, and swallowed it without spitting it out!
Chen Jingyang was used to it and continued to urge him, "Drink it again, but this time you have to spit it out."
Zhang Pengfei's brows immediately furrowed, and he tried to turn his head away, but Chen Jingyang quickly pulled him back slightly: "Don't you want to see the dog? Be a good boy and brush your teeth, and I'll show you the dog."
Zhang Pengfei pouted, and after half a minute he opened his mouth with an "ah." Chen Jing raised his hand and gently lifted the glass, pouring water into his mouth. He held it for a few seconds, then spat it out with a "plop plop" sound. He found it amusing and stared at the water glass, saying, "I want it, I want it, I want it!"
Chen Jingyang gave him another sip, and he spat it out again, laughing and looking completely silly.
But this is still considered good. At the beginning, when he was brushing his teeth, Zhang Pengfei would always spit water in his face or angrily knock over the water cup. Often, after brushing his teeth, Chen Jingyang would be soaked from head to toe!
Chen Jingyang sighed softly, "Alright, it's time to brush your teeth. You can't drink anymore."
Zhang Pengfei immediately turned his head away and shouted, "No, no, no!"
Even if he didn't want to, he couldn't refuse. After these days of "exploration," Chen Jingyang had become quite adept at brushing his teeth. He wrapped his arm around Zhang Pengfei's head, pinched his nose, and coaxed and forced him to brush his teeth.
After brushing his teeth, Zhang Pengfei glared angrily at Chen Jingyang, who laughed and said, "Why are you glaring at me like that? Am I that good-looking?"
Zhang Pengfei doesn't yet have the ability to distinguish between beauty and ugliness. All he knows is that this person comes to brush his teeth every day and feeds him disgusting food. He's so annoyed!
Chen Jingyang took off the bib, emptied the water from it, wiped Zhang Pengfei's mouth clean, and then put the bib back on. The food on the table had cooled down enough, so he began the next arduous task: feeding Zhang Pengfei.
Zhang Pengfei can only eat very soft and bland mushy food now. Today's breakfast was steamed egg custard with a little vegetable juice added—he really doesn't like eating green vegetables.
This person wasn't like this before. He used to eat everything and was never picky about food. He was easy to feed. But now, every meal is like a battle. If he sees something he doesn't like, he can keep his mouth tightly shut, and you can't pry it open.
Chen Jingyang was supposed to train himself to eat, but after several attempts, it was no use. Zhang Pengfei would just flip the bowl over and then yell loudly from hunger.
The therapist suggested continuing to feed him his main meals, and then trying to let him feed himself his snacks in between.
Feeding is harder than brushing teeth because you can't force him to swallow and you're afraid he'll choke. You can only coax him to eat slowly.
“The dogs are ready,” Chen Jingyang said, scooping up a spoonful of steamed egg custard and placing it near his mouth. “After you finish eating, I’ll carry you to see them.”
Zhang Pengfei ate it, but immediately spat it out, shaking his head and shouting, "I won't eat it, I won't eat it, it stinks!"
He has limited expressive abilities, and he says everything he dislikes is disgusting.
"Sigh!" Chen Jingyang sighed heavily, feeling that Zhang Pengfei was even more difficult to raise than the five-year-old child next door.
That kid knows fear; he'll do whatever his parents tell him to do when they turn their backs on him. But Zhang Pengfei is different. Try turning your back on him, and he'll start crying his eyes out!
Fortunately, he was prepared. He got up and took out a small pudding from his bag. Zhang Pengfei's eyes immediately lit up—he still loved sweets as always.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhang Pengfei reached out his hand.
Even if you want it, I can't give it to you; you're counting on it to go with your meal!
Chen Jingyang put the pudding into a bowl, scooped out a spoonful of steamed egg custard, rubbed it on the pudding to add some sweetness, and fed it to Zhang Pengfei: "Okay, okay, here you go, eat up."
Zhang Pengfei swallowed it in one gulp and finished the bowl of steamed egg custard in less than five minutes.
Having just wiped his mouth, Zhang Pengfei pointed at the TV and exclaimed, "Dog!"
His memory is getting better and better. Before, he would forget what I said to him after he finished eating, but now he can remember it for about an hour.
If he didn't keep his promise, it would be even harder to appease him in the future, so Chen Jingyang turned on the TV for him without saying a word and played Paw Patrol.
Zhang Pengfei happily shook his head along with the group of puppies, and could watch an entire episode almost without moving.
As soon as the episode ended, Chen Jingyang turned off the TV, and Zhang Pengfei immediately burst into tears: "No, no, no!"
It's always like this; turning off the TV feels like murder.
Chen Jingyang handed him the plush toy from the bedside table: "Let this dog keep you company."
The crying stopped instantly.
It was almost eight o'clock. Chen Jingyang carried him to the bathroom. He usually defecates around eight o'clock every morning. If he wasn't carried there, he would hold it in and then poop on the bed.
At 8:30, Chen Jingyang took him to the physical therapy room, where a physical therapist accompanied him to do standing and walking exercises.
At 10 o'clock, I had a snack of half a bowl of banana puree. I behaved well today. Although I smeared quite a bit on the ground, I ate most of it.
At 10:30, I was taken to the occupational therapy room for upper limb fine motor skills training, sensory integration training, and some simple attention training.
But today's occupational therapy didn't go very well. The therapist asked him to put blocks of different shapes into the corresponding holes.
Zhang Pengfei tried several times without success. Suddenly, he flew into a rage, flipped the block tray to the ground, and cried out, "No, no, no!"
Chen Jingyang was startled and very worried. He immediately went over to comfort him, but Zhang Pengfei subconsciously dodged away and instead reached out to the female therapist for a hug.
Chen Jingyang's hand froze in mid-air. After several seconds, he awkwardly lowered it, gave an embarrassed smile, and asked the therapist, "How could this happen?"
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