Dr. Zhao, who came out of the bathroom just now, was obviously stunned when he saw me, and immediately understood and motioned for me to follow him.

He led me to a stairwell with a safe exit.

Before I could speak, he smiled and said, "I'm glad that you're the smartest of all my memory-impaired patients." ”

I'm in a hurry right now, and besides, he's one of the best doctors in this hospital, and he must be too busy to have much time to talk to me in this stairwell.

I said, "Dr. Zhao, what surgery did I have?"

Dr. Zhao seemed to see my eagerness and immediately answered me directly. He said: "Craniotomy, you had a car accident with hemocephalus. ”

I subconsciously touched the scar in my short hair, and Dr. Zhao glanced at the old scar on my neck.

I said, "I can't remember how this scar on my neck came about." ”

"You suffered a severe head injury, and a blood clot pressed on part of the memory nerve, so it caused your current selective amnesia," Dr. Zhao said. ”

I froze for a moment and mechanically repeated Dr. Zhao's words: "Selective amnesia?"

I thought I just had a bad memory, I didn't know I had been in a car accident, and I didn't know I had amnesia.

"The amnesia caused by the trauma should be short-lived and can be recovered with professional psychiatric treatment," says Dr. Zhao. ”

I listened carefully to Dr. Zhao's words, and kept trying to translate the key words into words in my mind.

Because I have a special affection for words, it helps me to deepen my memory.

Dr. Zhao said, "Your husband is an expert in this area, and he must have been of great help to your memory recovery, but your current condition is not optimistic. ”

After that, Dr. Zhao said a lot more, but I kept talking as I looked into his mouth, and my ears couldn't hear what he was saying.

My mind kept circling the phrase he said, "But your current situation is not optimistic."

This sentence has been circling in my mind, mixed with the white and tender appearance of the little nurse, and the performance of Jiangnan's desire to cover up.

Then he received an emergency call and hurried away, patting me on the shoulder and explaining something.

I didn't hear it clearly, but I could tell it was for me to call him.

I was left alone in the stairwell, my mind was messed up and my mood was low.

I understood what Dr. Zhao meant.

My husband, Jiang Nan, is a psychiatrist, and as his wife, my selective amnesia should have recovered quickly, but my condition was not good.

Yes, I often had splitting headaches, hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, fainting, and even sleep paralysis more than once.

What did Gangnam do for me?

I tried hard to think about it, but I couldn't remember what he had done for me.

Or maybe he didn't do anything for me at all! Did he let my symptoms worsen and make me crazy?

I suddenly remembered the little nurse. Is it all because of an affair? I want to murder my wife and then put my little lover on the throne?......

But why did he want me to get pregnant? When Dr. Zhao suggested that my current physical condition was not suitable for pregnancy and childbirth, he insisted that I give birth to the baby?......

The smell of conspiracy quickly spread in my heart. Does he not love me, but wants to murder me?

Thinking about that white little nurse, I thought it was all too possible.

It's scary, isn't it?

I lost most of my memories, and was there something about him in those lost memories, so he didn't help me recover them?

The more I thought about it, the more terrible I felt, what kind of husband was Jiang Nan, and what did he do to me?

Just when I was alone in the stairwell and panicked, Gangnam called.

I looked at his number on the caller ID and realized that my phone must have been controlled by him.

The call history of the crazy woman who disappeared out of thin air must have been deleted by him.

My phone should have been under his control all the time, as long as he didn't want me to see anything, he must have cleaned it up.

Anyway, my memory is impaired, I don't remember many things, and I can't remember anything he deleted.

I looked at his call, and suddenly felt sad, and squatted in the stairwell and silently shed tears.

Who else can I trust? I can rely on? I don't even remember what surgery I had, maybe I will be played to death one day.

I'm in a state of turmoil right now, and I can't calm down right away, so I didn't answer his calls.

The limit of what I can bear is too small, and my fragile heart is not vulnerable at all.

I couldn't even hear what Dr. Zhao said later, did I miss any important information?

I searched through my phone's address book, but there was no contact information for Dr. Zhao at all.

It must have been deleted by Jiangnan.

Why did he clean my phone like this? He didn't want me to contact Dr. Zhao, was he afraid that I would find something?

What was he afraid of?

Are I afraid that I will find out that he has a woman outside, or am I afraid that I will regain my memory? Or is there more entanglement between him and me that I have forgotten?

Is it related to property?

Kill me, take all the property to myself, and then stay with the white and tender little nurse?

It's all just to get a little daughter-in-law?

I sat down on the stairwell steps and suddenly calmed down. I looked out the window and tried to relax myself.

Jiangnan's phone calls kept coming in, and his perseverance was to find me.

But I don't want to see him now.

I walked up the stairs, step by step, and finally reached the rooftop.

The roof is very wide and windy. I was wearing a thin hospital gown, shivering a little from the wind.

But I longed for the wind to blow like this, and I wanted to calm down. I walked all the way to the very edge of the rooftop and looked down at the panoramic view of the hospital.

"Who's that? Who's there?"

Suddenly, a loud voice sounded behind me. I looked back and saw a doctor walking up to me.

He also seemed to be coming up to breathe, and the way he slowly approached me seemed to misunderstand me as a suicidal patient.

I didn't want to be misunderstood by him, so I took a few steps closer to him.

I said, "I'm fine, I'm just coming up and blowing the wind." ”

The doctor seemed relieved, and said to me, "Go back to your room, it's windy here, don't catch a cold." If you have a cold and fever, you will be quarantined for 14 days, you don't want to do that, right?"

Quarantined for 14 days? I thought. If I can leave Jiangnan for 14 days, it is undesirable for me now.

But I quickly thought about my children. "No, no, I can't see the kids for 14 days, I'm going crazy. ”

It shouldn't be wrong to follow the doctor's advice, after all, the person opposite is dressed like a doctor.

I said "thank you" and was about to leave. But when he passed by the doctor, he recognized him.

He said eagerly, "You are Su Li, right? Are you Su Li?"

I don't know why I didn't want to deal with him, so I said to him, "You recognize the wrong person."

He muttered behind me, "Isn't it Su Li?...?" Oh my God, this is terrible!"