Amnesia becomes daily

Qiming entered the studio in a happy mood, and when he saw the brown sugar cake on the desk, he was stunned for a moment, smiled and shook his head.Xiao Chen is too careless, today's dessert should be tiramisu.

Speaking of which, Qiming, as the management of the company, has always been friendly to his subordinates. Even if someone made a mistake, he has never seen him lose his temper, and he talks and laughs with his colleagues in private.The only strange thing is that the manager is a sweet tooth who suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder. From Monday to Sunday, he stipulates different snacks every day, which can be said to be very delicate.It may not be used to it at first, but in the end,

Even if it is not the assistant secretary of the manager, everyone can accurately tell the food prescribed by their manager every day.

So when Qiming asked Assistant Chen for tiramisu, everyone couldn't help but look at the computer time of their colleagues around them. Wednesday 12th December, nothing wrong, so it's the manager?

At this time, Wang Rong, an artist who used to have meals with the manager, said, "Manager, isn't there brown sugar today?"

Bai Qiming frowned. It seemed that they were not prepared for today, and they didn't want to embarrass everyone, so they went upstairs to find the general manager with the documents in hand.

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"I said yesterday that this project needs to be revised, and you can finish it in one day?" The general manager took the document and flipped through it at a glance.

Qiming was still wondering why he said that, the general manager angrily threw the document over, "Bai Qiming! Are you fooling me?"

"Still saying no! Look at this document, not a single word has been changed. You..."

"..."

Seeing Qiming's bewildered face, he was obviously still in a state of shock, and the general manager had no interest in scolding him any longer, "For the sake of your usual performance, let's forget it this time. Now, go back and be serious!"

Qiming tidied up the scattered documents, and walked out frivolously.The general manager complained dissatisfiedly from behind, "I've been in a trance all day and don't know what I'm doing."

What went wrong?

The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted his thoughts, "Hello?"

"Qiming! I went downstairs to your company."

"what?"

"Didn't you agree before that we would go have a meal together at noon today? It's a rare time for me to come to City B, so I'll be leaving in the afternoon..." Things seemed to have deviated from the track.

He clearly remembered that the dinner appointment with Wang Mo was supposed to be tomorrow, why did it become today?Also, the football game they discussed when they passed by the security room today should be something that hasn't happened yet in his impression; and the snack the assistant ordered for himself is for tomorrow; and what the general manager meant just now... No, no Possibly, how could such a thing happen?Yes, the time, as long as the time is right... Qiming switched his phone to the main screen, and it displayed, "Wednesday, December 12th".

There was just a "bang", and the documents that hadn't been sorted out for a long time fell to the ground.

"Qiming? Qiming! Why don't you speak? Hey..."

Qiming leaned against the wall, put the phone to his ear tremblingly, "Hello... I'm here."

"Are you okay, why is your voice so weak? Is there something uncomfortable?"

"Well... sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to miss the appointment this time..."

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At the same time, Teacher Zhang's mobile phone on the podium vibrated twice in a classroom of University B, but Cheng Jue was still immersed in his thoughts about class.

"Dissociative amnesia, considered the most common form of dissociative disorder, is a disorder in which memory of personal identity is most commonly lost, but memory of general information is intact. The onset of amnesia in this type of case is usually sudden, and patients Loss of previous life, or personality, and mainly loss of 'past memory', especially traumatic life events..."

"Well, teacher, your phone has been ringing for a long time!" Finally, someone couldn't bear to interrupt him.

Cheng Jue was a little dissatisfied. What he hated most was that others interrupted his train of thought, but the student was also kind, so he nodded and retreated to the podium.Just as he was about to press the incoming call but found that it was Qiming’s, Cheng Jue paused, “Please digest what I just said first.

content. "Then he picked up his phone and walked outside.

"What's the matter? Call me at this time."

"..." The person on the other side didn't speak, but there was a burst of panting.

"Qiming! Are you having a stomach problem again? Have you taken the medicine you brought with you?"

"Cheng Jue, it's not my stomach...but I'm so uncomfortable, you, can you come pick me up?"

Cheng Jue became anxious immediately, and rushed back to the classroom, put on his coat, and picked up his briefcase, "Teacher is in a hurry right now, just before the end of get out of class."

There are less than 5 minutes left, get out of class will be dismissed early today, and I will go back and review carefully. "

"Okay, don't worry, I'll pick you up right away. You can tell me where you feel uncomfortable. If you can't tell your colleagues, can you take you to the hospital first?"

"No, I... I can't remember."

"Can't remember what?"

"I can't remember what happened yesterday! I lost the memory of the whole day on the 14th! Cheng Jue... am I going to forget about it soon?"

Cut, forget yourself again, forget you? "

Cheng Jue rushed down the stairs, out of the teaching building, and ran directly to the parking lot. Hearing this, he stopped opening the door for a moment, "No, I will cure you. Don't get excited, go drink some water Don't worry, I'll be there later." After finishing speaking, he hung up the call and got into the car.

Cheng Jue lay on the steering wheel and fell into deep thought. After a while, he lifted the clutch and drove out of the parking lot.

On the way, Cheng Jue still contacted his senior brother and asked him if Qiming had ever had such a thing before, but the senior brother did not answer directly.

"You know the person most patients trust is their psychiatrist, but everyone has their own measure and what they say is up to them, and we've always been in a leading role. I just It can be said that Bai Qiming didn't say such a thing at that time. It stands to reason that as his closest person now, it would be great for you to guide him. But recently I found that when you met him, you lost your usual Reason I admire most."

Cheng Jue smiled wryly, "That's human nature, if something happens to the person I care about the most..."

"That's not what I'm talking about. You never told me about your past. What made you worry about gains and losses?"

"..."

"Forget it, I'm just reminding you, no matter what your selfishness is, never impose your own personal emotions on Qiming, it won't do any good to his condition. Let him sleep first, wake up and see what happened. This kind of forgetting is temporary or continuous, and then we can make plans, shall we?"

"Ah."

After receiving the person, Cheng Jue comforted Qiming who was in a panic for a while before he gradually calmed down.

"Cheng Jue, I'm afraid."

"Hey, take the medicine first." Zhang Chengjue handed him a few pills and a thermos bottle filled with water.

"Will you stay with me?"

"of course."

Qiming swallowed the medicine, leaned his head on his chest, listened to the strong heartbeat, gained the long-awaited sense of security, and gradually fell asleep.

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