At 9:30 p.m., Qi Cong finally finished his first day of practice, and left the studio with Zhao Zhenxun.

After getting into the car, Zhao Zhenxun talked to Qi Cong in detail about the arrangements for that week. Although theoretically they have a week to record the song, after considering the time it took to fly back and forth, and setting time aside for learning ancient etiquette, Qi Cong actually had less than four days.

Qi Cong was confused. “Then why don’t we go to the recording studio tomorrow morning? Is there another arrangement?”

“Well,” Zhao Zhenxun reviewed the schedule, “Tomorrow morning you’re going with me to the hospital, to do a psychological evaluation.”

Qi Cong immediately understood Zhao Zhenxun’s intention.

To remove his patient label, just giving an ordinary medical report was far from enough. What the public was more concerned about now was his mental health.

He crossed his hands, interlocked his fingers, and nodded. “I understand.”

“Go to bed early tonight.”

“Alright,” Qi Cong responded, then lowered his eyes to look at his hands.

Psychological Assessment…. He wasn’t sure he could pass the assessment because there were too many questions that he hadn’t found definite answers to. Such as, which part of the high fever induced his memory loss three years ago, or the reason for his sudden recovery of memories this year. Also, the memories he has forgotten that might be remembered, as well as his three years of memories with Jiang Zhaoyan. Or how his amnesia caused major changes in his temperament…there were countless bombs buried in him and without understanding them, he and those around him would live in worry for the rest of their lives.

He looked at his reflection in the window.

Fortunately, he didn’t make promises to Gu Xun on impulse. Right now he wasn’t only unable to give Gu Xun a stable relationship in terms of objective ability, but also psychologically. He almost forgot that he had such a problem.

He looked away, took out his mobile phone and clicked on Wechat. Sure enough, Gu Xun sent him some messages. He read them one by one as the corners of his mouth rose slightly before falling.

In trance he locked his phone and tightly held it in his hand. Then he looked sideways at Zhao Zhenxun, almost wanting to ask Zhao Zhenxun if he could arrange psychotherapy for him. He opened his mouth, then thought of his parents and the current situation at home before he silently shut up.

Not now. To take care of even one of this bombs he must first wait until he settled his parents situation and give himself sufficient psychological preparation. He couldn’t be too reckless and impulsive.

He withdrew his eyes and reopened Gu Xun WeChat, moving his fingers, he typed:

Qi Cong: I’m going for a psychological evaluation tomorrow.

Gu Xun replied just seconds later: I can fly over to accompany you.

Qi Cong was stunned for a moment and then smiled. He typed back, refusing and telling Gu Xun to work hard. Gu Xun sent several ‘grievance’ and ‘sigh’ emojis. He felt soft and asked Yuan Yuan for a meme of ‘petting head’ and then sent it over to Gu Xun.

Gu Xun immediately quieted down.

Qi Cong continued to type: I will tell you the result as soon as possible.

Gu Xun typed back for a while, then a sentence came: I’ll wait for your good news.

Good news.

Holding his mobile phone, Qi Cong suddenly stopped being so worried about the psychological assessment.

There would definitely be good news. As long as it was a disease, it could be cured.  When everything is stable and he has solved all the hidden dangers, then Qi Cong will be with Gu Xun to compensate him for his long wait.

As for now… he looked at WeChat and then looked at the emoji package he asked Yuan Yuan to send over. He hesitated for a few seconds, then sent one to Gu Xun.

Gu Xun started typing again, but the message hasn’t been sent for a long time.

Qi Cong’s brain went through the possible expressions of Gu Xun as his heart grew more soft and he quietly waited for Gu Xun to finish typing.

As for now, let’s leave it at that. Both he and Gu Xun suspended their steps and stood in a position where they could move in and out, staring at each other.

 

…….

 

Zhao Zhenxun arrived very early and brought Qi Cong two large boxes of clothes.

“I asked Yuan Yuan to  pick out these for you. From today onward, you are no longer allowed to wear the clothes you brought with you from Haicheng,” Zhao Zhenxun said, taking out a set of clothes and putting them at the end of the bed. “Wear this set today.”

The last time he was styled, Zhao Zhenxun packed several sets of clothes for Qi Cong from the stylist. During this time, Qi Cong used to wear his old clothes mixed with a new set of clothes. What Qi Cong wore today happened to be a white t-shirt with casual pants brought from Haicheng.

Obviously, Zhao Zhenxun hated his old clothes and wanted Qi Cong to thoroughly bid farewell to his past image.

Qi Cong  looked down at his clothes and then at the simple and elegant clothes on the bed and did as he was told.

After he changed clothes, the two of them set off to the hospital.

In order to save time and ensure privacy, Zhao Zhenxun made an appointment with a private hospital for Qi Cong. This private hospital was located in a notoriously wealthy area of Beishi with a very good environment.

Qi Cong wasn’t someone who has never seen the world. He knew very well how expensive a private hospital of this size should be. He was surprised and felt very apologetic. It was just a psychological evaluation, there was no need for Manju to arrange such a good place for him.

Apparently sensing what Qi Cong was thinking, Zhao Zhenxun said, “The experts here are the best of all private hospitals in Beishi and their results are very detailed. You can also make a personalized plan, so just have a good examination and don’t worry about anything else. Don’t be reserved, the company needs to fully understand your psychological state.”

Qi Cong gathered his thoughts and nodded.

The evaluation took more than two hours to finish, during which Qi Cong was asked to do some tests. After all the examinations, Qi Cong waited for another hour before he finally got the results of his psychological evaluation. Zhao Zhenxun went into the doctor’s office with him to listen to the results.

The results had many pages, containing a dozen entries and branches; it was indeed as detailed as Zhao Zhenxun had said. Qi Cong flipped through the contents of the report, listened to the doctor’s explanation as his heart finally started beating more slowly.

There was a mental illness.

He had no mental problems except for some anxiety and stress due to his recent situation. The doctor combined his past examination results with his current condition and concluded that his strange memory loss and the great change in temperament during the period of memory loss were the result of physiological reasons.

The strange memory loss was an after-effect of the high fever, while the change in temperament was most likely self-preservation stress in reaction to the memory loss, both of which were well documented and not schizophrenic as he vaguely feared.

He was healthy.

“So will this self-preservation reaction, assuming the past memories never return, will go away if he is properly guided? Can the patient return to his or her pre illness state?”

Qi Cong returned to his senses as he looked at Zhao Zhenxun asking questions next to him.

The doctor pondered. “Generally after the patient is familiar with the people and things around him and is sure that his surrounding environment is safe, this self-protection reaction would gradually weaken. The rate of decline varies according to the patient’s own ability to adapt and the degree of care of his relatives and loved ones. As to whether the patient can return to the state before the disease, this is a case-specific analysis.”

“Will the self-protection reaction worsen if a person who is completely unfamiliar with the patient maliciously induces the patient thinking, exerts pressure on the patient, isolating the patient’s contact with relatives during the period when the patient has a self-preservation reaction? Would this reaction worsen? If it worsens, what would be the final result?”

Qi Cong froze but couldn’t help but sit up straight.

Zhao Zhenxun was asking this to….

The doctor frowned at the question and finally replied, “This is very dangerous. The psychological protection barrier of a patient with memory loss and in a state of self-preservation stress is very fragile. Even one mistake can trigger very serious psychological problems.”

“Then what will happen if this malicious inducer is the only person the patient trusts after losing his memory?”

Sure enough, Zhao Zhenxun was trying to characterize his behavior through the doctor’s mouth.

Qi Cong looked at the door.

The doctor knew Qi Cong’s case so he knew what Zhao Zhenxun was talking about. He looked at Qi Cong and Zhao Zhenxun and frowning even more deeply he replied, “Mr. Zhao, you and I both know what’s going to happen.” After saying that, he clicked on an older medical report on the desktop.

Zhao Zhenxun looked over and found that it was the report on Qi Cong’s gas poisoning when he was rescued. He understood and nodded. “Thank you for your answer.”

As he was about to leave the doctor’s office, Qi Cong finally asked the doctor a question.

“Is it possible for me to regain my memory of the past three years? If I want to recover it, what should I do?”

 

Edited by: Antiope1

 

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