Amnesia becomes daily

Hearing what he said, Cheng Jue was so shocked that he had the urge to beat his wife, but he still swallowed a mouthful of old blood, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know, I'm sorry for you..."

"You didn't apologize to me!" Cheng Jue took a deep breath and cleared his mind, "You said you were with Cheng Yi when you were in college, but what about me, what was I doing at that time, and what is my relationship with you? "

Qiming frowned for a while before replying, "I haven't followed you, I don't know what you are doing, I only know that you left the country later."

Cheng Jue's eyes darkened, and he sighed, "Okay, you rest first... Don't think about it anymore... Just after being discharged from the hospital, the main thing is to take care of your body."

"I want to see Cheng Yi..." Qiming buried his head in his arms.

"No!" Cheng Jue yelled loudly, unable to control the anxiety in his heart.

"Cheng Jue, you..." Qiming raised his head, his eyes full of red bloodshot eyes filled with disbelief.

"Do you still want to trap me here? I've already remembered everything, and it won't help if you control me like before... I admit that before I remembered

, I was very happy when I was with you, but now..."

"That's enough...don't talk, I know... I'll take you to see it in a few days, okay? I can't arrange it here, so you rest first, can you rest?" Cheng Jue pressed him on the bed, Cover him with the quilt.

"Be good...it's too late now."

"You mean what you say?" Qiming opened his eyes in disbelief.

"Really... I won't lie to you." After saying that, Jue left the room, but looking at his back, he seemed to be suspected of running away.

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"He didn't heal...but why is my memory messed up?" Cheng Jue put his hands on his forehead, feeling powerless all over his body and even his heart, "Should I tell him that your memory is fake? Qiming How could you believe that..."

"You mean, when Qiming recalled the events he personally experienced, there was a serious misconception?" Luo Ming

Sit next to him, pick up Qiming's case book on the coffee table and start recording.

"Misconstruction is the error or confusion of the patient's memory of places, especially time, such as recalling things that happened in this time period as happening in another time." Cheng Jue repeated the professional content in his mind.

"It's not the same... Qiming is completely fabricating things that never happened."

"Delusion?" Luo Ming couldn't help but pause, "This is troublesome."

"I'm not sure. If it's all Qiming's imagining, I have nothing to say, but I have an inexplicable premonition... Did he confuse me with Cheng Yi?"

"You and the brother who is still in a coma? To be honest, I can't find any similarities between you and him based on the features you described to me. At most, there are some similarities in appearance."

"Perhaps... he is not the same in front of me as he is in front of friends. After all, he doesn't have much affection for me." Speaking of his younger brother, Cheng Jue felt even more headache.

"Tell me about it? Let's analyze it in detail."

"I don't know the specific reason, probably because of the disagreement with my father's ideas. My mother and father divorced shortly after they got married while pregnant with me."

After leaving the Zhang family, Cheng Jue's mother lived with her grandfather and ran a pharmacy in the old city. Cheng Jue had lived with her mother and grandfather since birth.

Until the age of 12, his mother died in a car accident, and his grandfather could not raise him because of his age, so the guardian naturally became the father he had never met.

To be honest, this family did not welcome me, and Cheng Jue himself did not have any nostalgia for this new home, and he asked to go to boarding school on his own initiative in middle and high school.

My father would praise himself for his excellent grades, but it was limited to that; my aunt always looked at me with hostility and made trouble from time to time; the cheap brother might avoid me from the beginning because of curiosity, but in the end Always follow quietly.

Later, I don't know what kind of stimulation he experienced, Cheng Yi, like his mother, never gave himself a good face, but it was rare at home when he had a good face.

"In my eyes, Cheng Yi is not a cheerful child. When he looks at me, his gloomy eyes always... make my original idea of ​​wanting to get closer also suppressed."