second amnesia

Sheng Yanqing pulled him, the whole way was not loose, the sign at the door said "Psychological Counseling", Sheng Yanqing pushed the door open and pulled Qi Mu in.

"You let me go, I won't run."

Feast Qing let go.

Qi Mu raised his head from behind. The room is spacious and bright, and the decoration is warm and comfortable. It is different from the general doctor's office. There are low sofas and reclining chairs, like a place for people to relax.

"Teacher He."

Sheng Yan cleared his voice with a tired but rare respect. The middle-aged man behind the desk stood up, nodded to him with a smile, and stretched out his hand to signal them to sit down.

When looking at people with slightly smiling eyes, he is extraordinarily tolerant, gentle, and makes people feel relaxed, without the slightest hint of probing. He got up and brought them a cup of tea, and finally unexpectedly sat opposite Qi Mu.

He raised his glasses, "It seems that you are what the patient said."

Qi Mu paused while drinking tea, and then chuckled nonchalantly, "I don't understand what you mean."

At this point, he had to believe that Gu Xunyi really had a psychological problem.

"Professionally speaking, I shouldn't disclose the patient's condition," Dr. He got up, went to the desk to pick up a folder, and turned around, "but this patient's condition is special and it is already critical."

He looked at Sheng Yanqing again, and Sheng Yanqing pressed the center of his eyebrows, "It's okay, tell him everything."

"What if I don't want to know?"

Qi Mu put down his teacup, breathed lightly on his face, but his chest was filled with unknown dullness, always feeling that the next thing might exceed all his expectations.

But Sheng Yanqing stared at him for a while, and said firmly, "Xiao Mu, you should know."

Qi Mu shut her mouth awkwardly, with a casual expression,

Dr. He, who watched this scene from the sidelines, carefully observed this young man who reacted specially for a while, then opened the record sheet in his hand, and sat back facing him.

"It's convenient to ask, to the patient... you hope he's okay, right?"

Qi Mu was taken aback by the question, the other party didn't look very serious, inadvertently raised his eyebrows, as if asking casually, but he was hit by his lightly raised look, and his heart gave a "boom".

Dr. He seemed to understand something in an instant, and didn't delve into the problem any further. Instead, he looked at the record sheet in his hand and said, "This is not the first time I have come into contact with patient Gu Xunyi. I treated him as early as six years ago." For a year..."

He was invited back from England by Sheng Yanqing.

Qi Mu was stunned again.

"But unfortunately, it seems that that method is not feasible now."

Qi Mu, "In other words, Gu Xun also committed self-harm six years ago?"

Doctor He's expression was tangled, and he said slowly, "To be precise, it's not the same. Six years ago, the patient was in a car accident, and his brain was severely injured. There was a short-term memory loss and confusion, and then he recovered slowly. It was a slow process. The process can be said to be the protective defense mechanism of the brain, and it is particularly difficult for him to recall a certain memory."

Having said that, he paused and looked at Qi Mu, "I think you may know which memory it is."

Qi Mu frowned, but said nothing.

Dr. He sighed, but his eyes did not move away, "The deepest impression he can remember in that memory is that he said that someone told him that he would be forgiven if he died..."

Qi Mu immediately had that blurred picture in his mind, the rainy night six years ago, the big black umbrella, the boy kneeling in the rain.

"Okay, you go to die too, and I will forgive you if you pay her your life."

After saying this, the thunder and lightning that suddenly fell from the dark night sky illuminated the young man's drooping face for a moment, with red eye circles and sad and hopeless eyes. He watched the person holding the umbrella go decisively.

His lips opened and closed eagerly, his voice was rough and hoarse, but the thunder was roaring, and Qi Mu couldn't hear a single word at that moment.

Thinking about it now, it's no wonder that when he was about to separate because the other party recovered his memory, Gu Xun also waited for him downstairs all night, and would ask him, "Do you want my life?"

"So, six years ago, he didn't harm himself, but repeatedly found opportunities to commit suicide again and again." Dr. He said calmly, without personal emotions, just explaining the facts.

"My child, pure and simple in thought—"

Listening, Qi Mu suddenly interrupted him with a sneer, "Pure?"

Dr. He saw his disapproval, but he still said, "In my opinion, he was indeed at that time."

"He didn't last long. Later, as more and more memories were recovered, his suicidal tendency became more and more serious. Once he disappeared, and when we found him, it was in front of a tombstone."

Speaking of this, Dr. He took out a few photos from the record sheet, put them on the table one by one, and pointed them to Qi Mu, "At that time, his nerves were highly tense all the time, and he was startled when he thought of something. Yes, he was suffering from severe mania, he needed drugs to comfort him during the day, and relied on sleeping pills to fall asleep at night, after half a month like this, he suddenly ran out of the hospital one day."

The photo on the table is a tombstone. The girl on the photo of the tombstone has a youthful smile, and a boy is curled up on the ground in front of the tombstone. He is wearing thin clothes in the winter. At that time, light snow fell on him, and a thin layer of cloth fell on him. Layer, eyes lightly closed, but there is vomiting foam at the corner of the mouth, and a lot of small white pills, and three or four empty medicine bottles are scattered on one side.

—He committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills.

The other photo is a partial close-up, with the mobile phone dropped by his ear, and the boy is only holding a small branch in his hand, and there is probably something written on the branch in his hand——

the letters MM.

There are many Ms, and I didn't stop writing until I lost consciousness.

The photo was circled several times with a red pen, and the mobile phone and letters were all in it.

Qi Mu looked at the locked cell phone, and recalled in a daze that half a month after that rainy night, he seemed to have indeed received a call from a stranger, with only a slight panting sound. He called a few times, but no one answered on the receiver, so he called Bye.

Qi Mu looked at those photos, and said ironically to himself, "So, he committed suicide because of what I said?"

Sheng Yanqing frowned beside him.

Dr. He didn't show any emotion, but just continued to talk about what happened later.

This time it was too serious and almost failed to be rescued. Gu Xunyi's mother had no choice but to take him to the UK for treatment. Dr. He followed him, and even followed the advice of several experts there, using hypnosis and other means to bring him to the UK. A memory is erased.

"It should be memory coverage," Dr. He said. "People stay in a closed space for a long time, without tools such as clocks and watches, and their work and rest schedules are not fixed. Over time, they lose the concept of time."

That's why Gu Xunyi not only didn't have that memory after returning to China, but he didn't even feel that he had lost the memory.

Qi Mu raised his head without much emotion, and asked lightly, "So, now? What's the situation?"

"Now, it's hard to say."

Dr. He observed the young man's reaction and said, "Because the patient no longer cooperates, he is unwilling to speak out what is in his heart, and he is even unwilling to speak. We can only judge from his various external performances."

"He has frequent sudden headaches and severe self-harm tendency, which is a self-regulated pain transfer, but he gradually loses control, and even loses subjective consciousness, and will have suicidal tendencies again," said Dr. He Frowning and shaking his head, "But it's strange, this time, he doesn't want to die, he's fighting against himself."

"Don't want to die?"

Dr. He took a sip of tea, paid no attention to the young man's reaction, and said, "From my analysis, it's because of the him that the patient mentioned. This time, he should have acted or hinted that he didn't want him to die."

Qi Mu did tell him that he doesn't want his life, as long as he doesn't show up, it's obviously very simple, isn't it?

Just don't show up!

He almost felt it was amused, he broke into a smile, both ruthless and playful, "If you say that, why do you think he listens to me so much?"

But none of the things that he was really asked to listen to had been done as required.

"It's true," Dr. He closed the document in his hand, "He cares about you beyond imagination."

Qi Mu looked away indifferently.

Dr. He watched, didn't say anything, just opened the record book again, took out the pen in his jacket pocket, and recorded something silently.

Sheng Yanqing couldn't bear to watch, grabbed his wrist, "Follow me to see him."

Qi Mu didn't move, "He asked for it, didn't he?"

The conversation lasted for a long time, the sky darkened at some point, the clouds were thick, and it was likely to rain.Qi Mu sat close to the window, against the sky, his face looked neutral, except for the cold, it was flat, looking indifferent and calm.

After this conversation, Qi Mu didn't have too much emotion from the beginning to the end. The occasional smile on the corner of his lips was incomprehensible, as if he had heard a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning and had nothing to do with him. Someone is dying because of him.

Sheng Yanqing thought that Qi Mu must have cared a little about Gu Xun, but now he was not sure.

However, he also knew in his heart that Gu Xun was also at fault for what happened back then, and it was Gu Xun who was reluctant to let go when they met again later. Qi Mu was always passive, and even fought back when he couldn't get rid of it.

It was never his fault.

"Maybe there was a misunderstanding about what happened back then?"

When a person is about to die, his words are good, let alone in this situation, there is no need for Gu Xun to lie to death.

Qi Mu didn't answer.

Under his still indifferent eyes, Sheng Yanqing finally let go.

Qi Mu stood up and walked out, but he walked in the opposite direction unknowingly, the first room he passed by happened to be the ward where Gu Xunyi was.

He just sat on the hospital bed with his face facing out the window, looking at the gloomy sky motionless, watching quietly, as if he was waiting for the rain.

He has changed a lot, he has become very quiet, his face is not haggard, and his spine seems to be bent, the spirit of a young man who has been trampled into slag and silent ashes.

Further down, his hands were tied tightly together by a thick rope——

After winding many times, Gu Xun also had great strength, in order to ensure that he couldn't break free when he lost control.

Qi Mu stared at the rope, then looked back at Sheng Yanqing who was following, "Why are you tied up?"

"His own request."

Qi Mu instantly understood something, Gu Xun was always like this, life or death, he deserved a beating.

He withdrew his gaze and continued downstairs.

As soon as he walked out of the hospital, he saw He Mo standing at the door waiting.

"Didn't I tell you to go back with Mr. Gu?"

Homer looked anxious, and carefully explained, "Sir, you don't want to see me, I can stay in the dark."

"Then what are you still showing up for?"

Homer, "You were brought here by Mr. Sheng..."

Qi Mu nodded, suddenly feeling casual.After that night on the cruise ship, he didn't like to see anyone, he didn't follow Chen Ke and the others, even Homer was driven away by him.

But he is alone in the field, Gu Mingqi is probably still worried.

But now, the turbidity stagnated in his heart seemed to have dissipated somehow.

"I'm hungry," Qi Mu said, "Do you know which restaurant in this city is the most famous?"

"This... wait for me to search."

Qi Mu nodded patiently. He opened the door and sat in the back seat of the car, but then backed out, went to the driver's seat and pulled Homer off.

"You sit in the back, I'll drive."

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