The alliance forced me to treat the admiral

"Is the memory disorder? With Major General Yan Chi's current state of mind, it's not surprising that he can think of anything," Wei Xi said lightly, "And I remember...doesn't your military department have a special training to develop the subconscious mind's ability to store and store memory?" Isn't something like memory a compulsory course for you?"

"But a good memory at a time like this...may not be a good thing."

"Memory is a kind of nostalgia for most people, but it is probably a burden for Major General Yan Chi, who has spent most of his life fighting on the battlefield."

"There are some memories that even the parties themselves may not want to recall, but they don't care about this when the memory is disordered. What should be traced back must be traced back."

"So, for the current Major General Yan Chi, it is probably to compress the things that have been experienced in the past 30 years into a few days and experience it again... this feeling."

——Everything goes through all over again.

Those things that you don’t want to think about, don’t want to go back and look at, and even don’t want to admit things from the beginning to the end...

Gradually peeling cocoons and picking silk, picking gold from sand, the big lala lands are unfolded one by one, like embers of struggling, the fire symbolizing hope is fleeting, and there is no room for excuses for self-consolation and breathing.

"Well... remind you one more thing," Wei Xi finally raised his head from the light screen, turned his head to look at Si Yiming at the side, with a very solemn expression: "There is no reason for this memory disorder, and there is no law to speak of. After all, memory is a kind of subjective subconsciousness, and personal will is the dominant party. It is not surprising to remember anything or forget anything.”

"The only thing that is certain is that the deeper the memory left in his heart, the greater the impact on him, and sometimes the impact...may be so great that he thinks it is not just a memory , but what is actually happening.”

"This kind of situation has happened before," Wei Xi said slowly: "The patient suffered from memory disturbance and asked where his wife was as soon as he opened his eyes, but in fact his wife had died more than ten years ago. gone."

Si Yiming paused, his eyebrows frowned slightly: "You mean...he might regard the past as reality, thinking that he is still in the past?"

For some reason, when Si Yiming thought of this possibility, he felt irritated and decisively shook his head in denial.

"Impossible. When I saw him just now, he already knew that his memory was wrong, and he was skeptical of everything around him. Even if his memory stayed in the past, he would not really bring himself into the past." .”

And with Yan Chi's personality... at best, he is prudent and cautious, at worst, he is sensitive and suspicious, even if there is only a little sense of disobedience, it will be infinitely magnified in his eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, every time Si Yiming saw him, he was in a tense and cold state of preparation for battle. He obviously had a very good-looking beauty, but he was abruptly dragged down by that expression as if the whole world owed him. A senior world-weary face.Si Yiming is also very convinced by the feat of digging out an entire criminal gang by the way when he takes a vacation to relax for a while.

Wei Xi tilted his head, and said with a light smile, "It seems that I've been talking to him for so long today, but it's hard to say, maybe next time he wakes up, he'll say this again. It’s not impossible to forget things.”

"Forget? Will you forget what happened just today?" Si Yiming's eyes widened, his voice raised unconsciously.

"Memory disorder, it's not surprising what happened, but you don't have to worry, I will cure him."

Wei Xi said calmly, turning his eyes back to the light screen, not noticing Si Yiming's suddenly ugly expression, his long and narrow dark blue eyes were full of displeasure.

"Oh, that's right." Wei Xi suddenly remembered one more thing, turned around and took out a dark eye patch from a side drawer and handed it to Si Yiming.

"Major General Yan Chi has a blood clot in his brain now, which is oppressing the optic nerve, so his eyes may not be able to see clearly. You put this microwave magnetic eye mask on him, and let him rest more, and the blood clot will slowly dissipate. If If he didn't wear this blindfold, the speed of recovery may be much slower."

"When I told him about this before, he rejected me outright, but I can understand that, after all, everything around him is strange to him now, and he suspects that we are normal."

Si Yiming took the blindfold, was silent for a while, and sneered inexplicably.

"Brother Wei, are you sure you want me to do this kind of thing? I am also a stranger in his eyes now, and with his personality, he might beat me out then."

"Then there's nothing I can do." Wei Xi spread his hands, "I can only wait for him to fall into a deep sleep before I dare to quietly go over to treat him."

"You're his son. If you can't convince him, it's even more impossible for us people to let him down."

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Si Yiming rubbed the blindfold in his hand unconsciously, he was in a daze, his eyes were not focused.

Wei Xi's words from yesterday were still circling in his mind.

——Memory disorder, the deeper the memory, the greater the impact on a person, and it may even give him the illusion that he is still in the past.

Last night, he sneaked into Yan Chi's room, originally wanting to let his thoughts continue to ferment while the enthusiasm was still there.Even if he just looked at him from a distance, he felt that his boyish heart could be salvaged again.

He is not reconciled to saying anything, even if he is mercilessly rejected, he is not reconciled.

Although half a year of military life had polished his youthful recklessness, some essential things had settled down, deeply embedded in his bones and flesh and blood.

Knock to the end on a tree, hit the south wall without looking back.

Those secret thoughts of youth, absurd, contradictory, and intense, grew silently and wildly like vines, and turned into a jar of bitter wine with the passage of time.

Call him paranoid or crazy.

He doesn't want to give up and won't give up!

After waiting for so many years, how can you give up just because of one rejection!

——He originally thought so.

But this idea was shaken after hearing the low, crying "Brother Ming".

He can still recall Yan Chi's appearance at that time.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his body trembled slightly, as if he had fallen into some kind of nightmare. The dense eyelashes like crow feathers were slightly wet with tears, and a few of them were stuck together, looking inexplicably pitiful.

Si Yiming closed his eyes, and after a while, as if he had made a decision, he put down his blindfold and walked outside.

The ingredients on the starship are limited, and the most stocked are all kinds of nutrients. There are almost no fresh fruits and vegetables. After wandering around for a long time, he finally managed to get the ingredients together and made the simplest chocolate muffin.

Just out of the oven, the hot chocolate muffins are covered with a thick layer of chocolate sauce, and sprinkled with cocoa powder and crushed biscuits as embellishments.

The sweet and bitter aroma immediately diffused, stimulating people's taste buds.

Si Yiming solemnly put the muffins into the incubator, held the box in his hand, grabbed the blindfold beside him and strode out.

What does it matter if it's Brother Ming?

His biological father, who died early, and Yan Chi were dead brothers, and it is said that he once saved Yan Chi's life. Isn't it reasonable to be impressed?

Even if Yan Chi adopted him because of his father Siming, but he has never heard Yan Chi say that he likes his father when he grows up!

So he was jealous just now!

Si Yiming came to Yan Chi's ward again, looked at the cold metal door in front of him, took a deep breath, his eyes were full of determination.

He slowly grabbed the doorknob and opened it quietly.

The interior of the room was dark except for a bright yellow warm lamp beside the bed.

The warm light shone on the side face of the man, and for some reason, the sharp and hard facial lines seemed to soften a lot. There was an illusion that... this man was already very gentle.

But in the next second, Si Yiming recognized the reality.

——Well, it was indeed an illusion just now.

"who is it!"

A soft drink sounded, the voice was very beautiful, but the tone was cold, which showed how bad the master was in the mood at this time.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "click", and all the lights in the room were turned on in an instant.

The bright light hurt his eyes which had just adapted to the darkness, Si Yiming subconsciously turned his head and narrowed his eyes.

After his eyes got used to the light, he turned his head and looked directly at the person on the hospital bed, trying to see any clues from those light-colored eyes.

Si Yiming didn't know where Yan Chi's memory went back now, and he wasn't sure if he still remembered what happened yesterday, so he didn't dare to answer the question just now, so he could only focus on Yan Chi. To be able to know what the prerequisites are.

But he was disappointed, but when Yan Chi in what period, when he had a cold face, he couldn't see anything except "impatient" and "bad mood".

After staring at each other in silence for a few seconds, Si Yiming was the first to be defeated, sighed softly, and walked over with the mentality of breaking a jar.

Neither of them spoke, and the whole space fell into an eerie silence, only the sound of "da da" footsteps was particularly clear.

"Brother Ming?"

Qing Lingling's voice was as pleasant as running water, perhaps because of doubts, the original cold tone slowed down a lot, not to mention that the owner of the voice tilted his head, and his slightly frowning appearance made Si Yiming From the corners of the corners, I tasted the meaning of acting like a baby.

behave in a spoiled manner?

cute?

A little...cute?

Impossible, a person like Yan Chi will never have anything to do with these words in his life.

Cognition is very clear, but unfortunately no matter how clear the cognition is, it cannot resist the filter in the eyes of lovers.

His mind turned into a mess, and Si Yiming suddenly felt that his footsteps were light and light, and he moved forward a few steps mechanically, relying on inertia.

"Brother Ming! Why are you here!"

"Your training is over today?"

The tone of doubt was removed and replaced with certainty and surprise.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes are curved, the light-colored inorganic pupils seem to be covered with a layer of sparkling light, and the corner of the mouth that has been collapsed into a line for thousands of years raises a light and comfortable smile.

Some morbid cold white skin glowed a little because of this smile, and some messy black hair was slightly raised, which was different from the usual meticulous appearance, like a machine that had always been cold and cold suddenly gained some popularity.

In a word - recruiting is tight.

"boom!"

This time the brain is not a paste, but exploded.

Si Yiming tried several times, trying to move his eyes away from this person, because he knew clearly that the person laughing was not him.

But he tried to persuade himself several times, but all failed.

In just a few seconds, he seemed to be thinking a lot, but he seemed to be thinking about nothing.

Maybe he hesitated for a moment, but this little hesitation was submerged in many reasons and excuses in an instant, and he was thrown to the outer space galaxy by the master.

As usual, he walked over naturally and calmly, sat on a chair beside him, and tried hard to recall the few memories about his father in his mind, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Well, Xiaochi, today's training ended early, so I came to you."

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After a few minutes.

Si Yiming watched Yan Chi nibbling the muffins slowly, and every time he swallowed a mouthful, he would say a few words with joy, his face full of complexity.

He had never seen Yan Chi like this before.

It's been a long time since I saw this scene.

He covered his face, feeling a little pain in his face.

I can still vividly remember my vows made yesterday - it is impossible for a person like Yan Chi to regard the past as reality.

But judging by his current appearance... it's not that he's taking it for granted, it's obvious that he's completely sunk in it!

Not the slightest bit of doubt.

"Delicious! This muffin! Brother Ming, which store did you buy it from? I'll go there next time!"

Si Yiming opened his mouth, and was about to say "I made it", when he suddenly remembered that he was now acting as his father, so... would his father know how to make desserts before he was alive?

There are really very few memories of his parents in his mind, and he vaguely remembers that they are very gentle and kind people.

His father died when he was about four years old, and his mother suffered a huge physical and mental blow. She was not in good health and passed away a year later.

The only clearer memory is that after his mother died, he knelt in front of his parents' tomb for a long time. During this period, no one paid attention to him, and no one came up to stop him, but occasionally a white resting flower appeared in front of the tombstone .

People around came and went, gathered and scattered, no one noticed this thin and weak child, his face was ashen, his eyes were dull, and his knees on the stone steps were faintly bloodshot.

He didn't remember how long he had been kneeling, but vaguely remembered that he seemed to have passed out, unconscious, and when he woke up again...he was already lying on the soft big bed, his body was warm, and the faint smell of disinfectant stimulated the tip of his nose, The room is clean and tidy, and the injury on the knee has been treated.

"Hmm, Brother Ming?" Yan Chi didn't get a response for a long time, he was a little strange, tilted his head, and came over.

Si Yiming came back to his senses quickly, looked at the face that was close at hand, took a step back indistinctly, coughed lightly, and his voice was as slow as possible: "I don't remember the name of that store, next time if I have a chance If so, I'll take you with me."

"Okay, let's go when we are on vacation together next time." Yan Chi responded readily, put the last bit of muffin in his hand into his mouth, gently sucked off the chocolate residue on his hand, his eyes filled with satisfaction Squint, like a cat that has been smoothed.

Although Yan Chi ate very slowly and carefully, trying not to waste any chocolate, his light-colored lips were still stained with a little chocolate sauce after eating.

It's greasy, sweet, and makes people have the urge to kiss.

However, Si Yiming cut off the idea as soon as it appeared.

He felt that he was... very beastly now.

Si Yiming took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound normal: "You have a little chocolate sauce on the side of your mouth."

"Really, where is it?" Saying this, Yan Chi stuck out a small piece of pink tongue, and pursed his lips.

Si Yiming's throat tightened.

"No, not now."

Just after saying this, he turned his head and covered his heart like a cover-up.

It was over, he really felt that he was hopeless.

Si Yiming calmed down the emotions that were about to be fragmented, and took out the pitch-black eyepatch that Wei Xi had given him earlier.

Looking at it, Si Yiming felt his conscience feel better.

After all, when he decided to play the role of his father... this is how he convinced himself——

Yan Chi is currently injured, and his mental state is not stable, he needs to rest and recuperate, but he himself is very suspicious and does not cooperate with the treatment.

Brother Wei said before that he needs someone who can make him let go of his guard and persuade him to cooperate well.

As far as the current situation is concerned, his late father Siming is the only one who can make him let his guard down.

So he did this so that Yan Chi's injury could recover as soon as possible.

Right, that is it.

Si Yiming consolidated his bottom line, and said silently: I don't know if my father is in heaven, you will forgive me... right?

"Brother Ming, do you want to eat?" The melodious and crisp voice interrupted Si Yiming's inner prayer.

Si Yiming looked at the small box that was pushed to the front, only a small piece of muffin was left in it, raised his head, and looked at the person in front of him who clearly had reluctance written in his eyes.

"No, you can finish eating, I won't eat."

"Okay!" As if waiting for Si Yiming to say this, Yan Chi grabbed the small box, picked up the last piece of muffin, stuffed it into his mouth, and gnawed happily.

Si Yiming looked at the blindfold in his hand, and kept thinking about the words in his mind, how to make Yan Chi wear this thing willingly without any trace.

He hesitated for a while, and asked carefully, "Xiaochi, how do you feel about your eyes now?"

"Well..." Yan Chi swallowed the food in his mouth: "I still can't see clearly, and I can only see a vague outline when I look at you now. But the doctor said, it will not be clear in a few weeks." It will be fine."

"That's good." Si Yiming feels that he is under a lot of pressure now. Even if he confronts the enemy head-on on the battlefield, he doesn't have such a great pressure. If the other party notices that something is wrong, all the foreshadowing may be in vain.

"This is the eye mask I just bought for you. The doctor who treated you recommended it to me. I heard that it is good for your eyes. You can wear it when you fall asleep these days, or when your eyes are tired. You can also wear it."

Si Yiming spoke slowly, staring at Yan Chi without blinking, observing his reaction.

Yan Chi took the blindfold and touched it for a while. After a long time, he said: "Okay, I will definitely use it."

Si Yiming heaved a sigh of relief, but there was also a trace of doubt in his heart.

Seems like... a little too easy.

"Brother Ming... this should be very expensive, it's just a minor injury for me, so I don't need to spend so much next time." Yan Chi said softly.

Si Yiming was stunned for a moment, never thinking that this was the reason.

Ever since he was a child, in his impression, Yan Chi has never been short of money.

"Besides, I just have some minor mental damage. Brother Ming, if you can help me do a few more spiritual counseling, it will be more effective than anything else."

The author has something to say: Si Yiming: Spiritual counseling?Impossible, how could the sentinel be able to provide mental counseling.

Sorry, no update yesterday.

There were a lot of things yesterday, and the stupid author was still a little bit Calvin, and had been sorting out the outline.

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