Traveling through memoirs

"It may be that the impact caused a blood clot in the head, which oppressed the brain, making it temporarily or..." The old doctor lowered his voice and blurred out the words, and continued: "Sex has lost memory, and Xin Xing is like a three-year-old child. Wait. The blood clot is washed away, maybe it will get better?"

Every time the old doctor uttered a word, he had to calm down and think carefully for a while, but after a sentence, there was no definite diagnosis, and it was all "possible", "perhaps", and "probably", which sounded like a joke.

However, Chen Ling didn't even understand the teasing diagnosis. Looking at Qing Luo who shrunk into a small ball with tears in his eyes, he asked in confusion, "Can it be cured?"

"This... um... this..." The old doctor has siblings, and continued to explain with gestures: "Because the brain is fragile and complicated, I'm not sure about this little brother's. It's just that a blood clot may be oppressing the brain. It's not that there are other possibilities..." The words 'like brain damage' were blurred by the old doctor again.

Then he said: "If acupuncture and medicine are applied lightly, it may cause secondary damage to the brain, which is very dangerous..."

The old doctor's voice was trembling and slow, and some words seemed to be frozen in his throat, even if Chen Ling's hearing was amazing, it was difficult to distinguish them.After talking about it, Chen Ling was in a daze and couldn't grasp the point at all. He didn't know what the doctor was talking about.

It was Chen Ling who had a good temper and impatiently interrupted the doctor's long talk: "Can it be cured?"

"Can..." After one word, seeing Chen Ling staring at him, the old doctor seldom continued cleanly and quickly: "It should be possible, but the old man is not good at medicine, so the old man should be helpless for the little brother's illness. But you don't have to worry, the world is so big, there are always people with superb medical skills who can always be there. As far as I know, there is a medical sage in the rivers and lakes, who can cure diseases with his wonderful hands."

"What's more, if the blood clot is really oppressing the brain, with this little brother's strong body, he can completely heal himself."

"So you can't cure it, let me find someone else to treat it. Right?" Finally, Chen Ling finally found the doctor's point.

Seeing that the doctor was about to open his mouth to say something again, Chen Ling was really too lazy to listen to the old man give him a lecture.Qing Luo who lost his memory was enough for him to have a headache, how could he have time to listen to this old man nagging.Before the old man opened his mouth, Chen Ling ignored Qing Luo's struggle, and directly wrapped the quilt into his arms, turned around and left the hospital.

Holding Qing Luo tightly in his arms, who couldn't stop crying, Chen Ling decided to take him back to the inn first.As for what's next...

Let's go back to the inn first...

After walking all the way with Qing Luo in his arms, Qing Luo cried all the way.Fortunately, Qing Luo only wept softly, and the tears fell, but the voice was very small and was completely submerged in the noisy downtown.If Qing Luo had really yelled, someone might have reported the injustice to the officer long ago, and Chen Ling would only have had a headache at that time.

After returning to the inn room smoothly, Chen Ling put Qing Luo on the bed.

Chen Lingcai let go, and Qing Luo retreated to the corner of the bed with hands and feet, shrinking herself into a small ball again at the corner of the wall.

Seeing that the tears on Qing Luo's face were still wet, there were traces of wetness hanging on her face.Chen Ling sighed, turned around and soaked a cloth towel with the hot tea in the teapot to wipe Qing Luo's face.

Originally, Chen Ling also wanted to go out and get a basin of hot water to give Qing Luo a good scrub.However, it is estimated that Qing Luo is timid and afraid of him at this moment, maybe Qing Luo ran away after leaving his front foot.If Qing Luo is lost, with his current mentality, he might be betrayed and still be ignorant.So Chen Ling didn't dare to leave, so he just wiped Qing Luo's face with tea before talking.

Chen Lingcai sat on the bed with half of his buttocks, and Qing Luo shrank into the corner again; Chen Ling leaned towards Qing Luo, and Qing Luo shrank again, wishing he could shrink into the wall.

Helpless, Chen Ling simply took off his shoes and went to bed.Qing Luo retreated again, but there was no way to retreat, and Chen Ling was completely cornered.

Qing Luo buried her head in her knees, like an ostrich who was deceiving her ears, pretending nothing happened when she couldn't see it.

Chen Ling gently lifted Qing Luo's cheek, and carefully wiped Qing Luo's face with the cloth towel in his hand.

At the beginning, Chen Ling was wiping while Qing Luo was crying.Later, after a while, maybe Qing Luo also realized that Chen Ling was not malicious, so she stopped crying and looked at Chen Ling with big eyes with red circles.

After finally wiping Qing Luo's face clean, Chen Ling heaved a sigh of relief, knelt down in front of Qing Luo and looked at him for a while but didn't know how to communicate with him.

Two or three-year-old children are mentally retarded and have amnesia.

How can we communicate?

Chen Ling couldn't remember what he liked when he was two or three years old, and he didn't know how to get close to a two or three-year-old child who had lost his memory so much that he didn't even know his own name.

despair……

If it was Chen Ling who traveled through, he would be able to vividly describe his current mood - playing games and throwing away all his belongings, but in the end, his nemesis stole not to mention all his equipment, and in the end he could only practice again.

The two of them faced each other so stupidly for a while, before Qing Luo spoke nonchalantly: "Who are you? Who am I? Why don't I remember..."

Saying that, Qing Luo wanted to cry again.

The thing that Chen Ling didn't expect the most was that Qing Luo loved to cry so much when he was a child. What made Chen Ling most desperate was that he didn't know how to coax Qing Luo to stop crying.

The teardrops that came as soon as Qing Luo said they rolled out and hit the quilt, as if they had smashed into Chen Ling's heart.

Raising his hand and rubbing Qing Luo's head, Chen Ling said, "I am Chen Ling, and you are Qing Luo."

However, knowing who he and Chen Ling were didn't make Qing Luo any happier. Instead, he cried even harder: "Why don't I remember? Why don't I remember that I am Qing Luo? Am I stupid? "

I also know that I am stupid, and I am sad because I am stupid.

Chen Ling was quite relieved, "Even when Qing Luo was three or two years old, he was still much smarter than ordinary children. '

Like the sun shining in the darkness, Chen Ling finally felt less hopeless.

"Qingqing is not stupid, Qingqing is just sick, so she doesn't remember who she is." Chen Ling moved closer to Qing Luo, lowered his head and kissed the tears off Qing Luo's face.

I don't know why, maybe it's because Chen Ling's kiss reassured Qing Luo?Qing Luo stopped crying, and looked at Chen Ling without blinking: "I seem to know you, do I know you? Kiss me, I'm not so sad."

As Qing Luo said, she raised her face: "Kiss again, kiss again, I don't seem so afraid anymore."

Finally, Chen Ling found a way to alleviate Qing Luo's constant tears, so he followed what Qing Luo said, and kissed Qing Luo's forehead, eyes and nose one by one.

Finally, Qing Luo's mood calmed down, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

"Chen Ling, don't we know each other well?"

How did Chen Ling answer this?They are indeed familiar and cannot be more familiar, and they even know how many moles there are on each other.But how can this kind of thing be explained to Qing Luo now?Qing Luo is only three or two years old now!

Talking about their current relationship with a three- and two-year-old child—Chen Ling really felt guilty and ashamed.

So, after pondering for a long time, Chen Ling replied: "I am your brother."

According to Qing Luo's current state of mind, it is enough for Chen Ling to be his father, let alone brother.

"Brother?" Qing Luo rolled his eyes and thought for a while, always feeling strange, but he didn't know what was so strange.In the end, Qing Luo accepted Chen Ling's words calmly: "Yes, brother!"

Calling his brother heavily, Qing Luo was affirming Chen Ling's statement.

"Then, brother, how could I be sick? Why can't I remember anything?" After all, Qing Luo is not a real three or two-year-old child, her mind has regressed but her IQ is still there.So naturally there will be some questions that are very logical but only for children of a few years old.

"You accidentally touched your head, so you got sick." Chen Ling said, pointing to the back of Qing Luo's head.

Qing Luo, who didn't know anything at first, and didn't realize that there was a bump on the back of her head, was naturally insensitive to pain. Now that she knew she was injured, she reached out and touched a big bulging bump...Qing Luo cried again...

Painful and wronged and uncomfortable.

"Brother, brother... woo... It hurts, woo woo... Qingqing has a headache..." Just like a child, the tears come and go without reason, and flow down like a torrential rain. Don't cry yourself Don't stop until dehydration.

Chen Ling quickly hugged Qing Luo into his arms and kissed the big bun on the back of his head: "Good boy, it doesn't hurt or hurt, it will be fine soon. Blow on it, and the pain will fly away. Qingqing doesn't hurt..."

A little regretful, Chen Ling realized that he should not have told Qing Luo that his head was injured.

That's how it is with small children.If you fall down and there are no adults around, stand up and continue running as if nothing happened; if someone coaxes you and asks where it hurts after you fall, you will cry and express your grievances whether it hurts or not.

If Chen Ling didn't remind him of the injury on Qing Luo's head, he wouldn't be aware of it for a while.If he doesn't realize it, he won't pay attention, even if it hurts a little, he won't care.But now Chen Lingyi reminded that Qing Luo was just a brat who was coaxed, he felt the pain after being wronged, and he wouldn't give up until he had a cry.

After crying like this for a long time, Qing Luo's eyes were swollen from crying again, and Chen Lingcai coaxed him to stop.

Qing Luo's mouth burst from crying, Chen Ling hurriedly brought him a glass of water to drink.

Having cried enough, Qing Luo swallowed all her tears without any hesitation, blinked her big eyes and asked Chen Ling: "Then brother, will I be okay? When will I be okay?"

This time Chen Ling didn't dare to talk nonsense, he couldn't bear Qing Luo crying again.After careful consideration, Chen Ling replied: "It will be cured, it's a very mild illness, and it will be cured soon."

"When is soon?" Qing Luo asked, "I really don't know anything, how fast is soon?"

"Eh..." Chen Ling was in a dilemma, and tentatively said, "It will be fine when you grow up."

Isn't that how they lie to children?When you grow up, I will buy it for you, when you grow up, you will have it, all when you grow up...

So, Qing Luo cried again: "Woooo, grow up... Brother, I can't get better at all... Wuwu... Are you lying to me... Wuwuwu... It will take me a long time to grow up... ...I can't get better, right..."

'I hope my future children will not be so smart. 'Chen Ling was desperate.

After a while, Chen Ling realized, "It seems impossible for me to have children. '

Sighing, Chen Ling held Qing Luo in his arms again.