In the hospital, the doctor kept asking Qing Qing questions. They had just arrived. They just rested for a while at home, fed Qing Lan to the stomachs of the two of them, and then came to the hospital. She wanted to know what happened to Qing Lan.
Already?
Is it natural or accidental?
Well, the doctor nodded, closed the case, turned around, and looked at Qinglan.
"Ms. Xiang, after our preliminary diagnosis, this gentleman's head had been hit so hard that there was a big bruise inside his skull that affected his nerves, so it caused him
His current memory is incomplete, and his current intelligence is estimated to be about ten years old."
Xiang Qinglan looked at Qing and pursed his lips, but said nothing. He was hit hard on the head, Qing, were you in pain at that time?
Qing turned his head away, and at first glance he looked like he was having trouble. He didn't like the smell and color here. He stood there with his arms folded across his chest, obviously a little angry.
Xiang Qinglan, on the other hand, looked at the cases in the doctor's hands and kept thinking about what the doctor said.
She pursed her lips, picked up the pen on the doctor's desk, and then wrote a sentence on the blank paper. Not everyone could know what she wanted to say so easily like Qing. She remembered that now
Despite her disability, she can't speak, or rather she can't, but can't speak.
So, doctor, is there any way to cure him? Xiang Qinglan stopped the pen in his hand and stared at the doctor in front of him with his eyes open.
The doctor was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this woman had been silent from beginning to end. It turned out that it was not that she didn't speak, but that she didn't know how to speak. It was really a pity. There was a trace of pity in the doctor's eyes, and the woman's voice was hoarse.
, the man is demented, these two people are so pitiful that they share the same fate.
Xiang Qinglan saw the obvious pity in the doctor's eyes. She just lowered her head, letting the bitterness deepen between her lips and teeth. She could already be sympathized with.
Divorced, lost a child, lost her voice, isn't she still pitiful now?
However, she raised her head and looked at the handsome man standing silently on the other side. Qing, the name she gave him, was a man with no past. He was a man she picked up on the roadside. Than
Thinking of him, she wondered if she would be happier. No matter whether it was happiness or pain in the past, these were the life she had gone through. She remembered them all, but he had forgotten them all.
He smiled slightly, as if the wind had passed by without a trace, leaving only a faint trace of sadness on his face. Things in the past were no longer important.
Doctor, she knocked on the table, and the doctor took back his deviated thoughts. He sighed softly, and then said slowly: "This disease is not impossible, as long as the congestion in his head is gone.
That's it. I checked his head. In fact, there is no need for any surgery. As long as there is enough time, the congestion will slowly disappear, but..." At this point, the doctor looked sideways at the overly handsome man.
, this man and this woman are really a pity.
Nothing, Xiang Qinglan opened his eyes wide, stared at the doctor's face, and tightly held the hem of his clothes.
"However," the doctor spoke again, he could see Xiang Qinglan's nervousness, so he did not beat around the bush, "I can't guarantee that his memory will be restored after the blood in his head has dissipated, and I don't know if he will change.