"Please name the type of animal in the picture. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Lion."

……

"When was the Republic of Korea founded?"

"August 5, 1946."

……

"Where was your birthplace?"

“…… I can't remember ......."

The ballpoint pen glides gently across the paper, and the rustling sound makes the already empty examination room seem somewhat quiet. Song Jong-hyuk perfunctorily answered the doctor's boring questions and gradually emptied his mind.

It's been two full days since I woke up.

That day in the ward, Song Jong-hyuk calmly told the news of his amnesia. Although his elder brother Song Jong-ki was extremely surprised by this, he quickly accepted this fact after repeatedly confirming that his younger brother was not joking with him. The relationship between the two has also become more harmonious from the awkwardness at the beginning. Song Jong-hyuk saw his brother's heartfelt worry and care for him, and he quickly took on the identity of his younger brother.

Song Jong Ki couldn't stay to take care of his younger brother because of filming, and he just took the time to visit him these days. Song Jong-hyuk's diet and daily life are all taken care of by Nurse Yoon.

Today, too, Nurse Yoon couldn't wait for Song Jong-hyuk to recover better and walk freely, so she had to take him to the brain department for a check-up to confirm the condition of the blood clot in the brain.

"Doctor Song? Song Jong Hyuk xi? The voice seemed to come from far away. Song Jong-hyuk came back to his senses, and the doctor stared at him worriedly. He hurriedly smiled comfortingly: "It's okay, Dr. Yin, I'm fine." ”

Dr. Yoon took a closer look at Song Jong-hyuk's face and made sure that nothing was wrong with him, and then walked over and opened the door. Nurse Yoon bowed slightly and walked in quickly and sat next to Song Jong-hyuk, waiting for the doctor to explain her condition with a blank face. But her hands were clenched into fists and placed on her knees.

Song Jong-hyuk couldn't laugh or cry. Obviously he had amnesia, why did the nurse act as if he was sick. But this performance of really worrying about himself as if he was himself still made Song Jong-hyuk feel a burst of warmth.

Yoon Yoo-gi squinted his eyes, carefully reviewed the test answers given by Song Jong-hyuk on the side, and said in a deep voice: "After my diagnosis, it can be determined that Dr. Song is suffering from dissociative memory loss, which is what we usually call amnesia. ”

Nurse Yin's hands on her knees tightened, and her voice was a little dry: "Can it be cured?" ”

Yin Youji took out a handkerchief, took off his glasses and wiped it carefully, his eyes lowered to avoid Nurse Yin's gaze: "Emi, you also know that amnesia is difficult to cure through specific clinical treatment. In particular, the results of brain CT showed that Dr. Song was injured in a car accident, and the blood clot compressed the nerves and caused body lesions that caused amnesia. Unless surgery is performed to remove the stagnant blood clot, the only way to do this is to expose the patient to what was before the amnesia, to stimulate him with familiar things and experiences, and to see if he can recall something. ”

"That-" "Emi, don't ask again. ”

Yoon Hye-mi turned her head sideways and looked at Song Jong-hyuk, who was stopped by Wen Sheng from continuing to ask, with a little doubt in her eyes. Song Jong-hyuk's gaze was very firm, which made Yoon Hye-mi temporarily give up her intention to continue asking. She stood up silently, bowed to Yoon Yoo Yoo-ki, and pushed Song Jong-hyuk's wheelchair out.

Walking down the hallway of the hospital, the wheelchair rolled over the floor tiles and made a bone-chilling sound. Yoon Hye-mi didn't say a word.

"What, angry?" Noticing that the atmosphere was a little stiff, Song Jong-hyuk tried to liven it up.

Yin Huimei stopped, let go of the hand pushing the wheelchair, pulled the hair from the side of her ear, and whispered: "Just now, why didn't you let me continue to ask?" ”

Song Jong-hyuk turns his wheelchair and faces Yoon Hye-mi.

This kid really cares about me.

Looking at the small dissatisfaction in Huimei's eyes, Song Jong-hyuk pursed his lips and smiled, and said indifferently: "What is there to ask." After the physical condition allows, surgery is done to remove the blood clot, and if the memory has not been recovered by then, it is good to continue to think of a way. ”

"Is it that simple?" Yoon Hye-mi lowered her head, and her thick bangs hung down, so that Song Jong-hyuk couldn't see her expression clearly: "Then why would you rather stay in the ward than come out." ”

The expression on Song Jong-hyuk's face froze: "Emi, ......"

"For two days, you've been in the ward, even if you can walk around on the ground, you haven't opened the door and gone to the corridor to move." Yin Huimei raised her head, and there was a little light in her eyes: "You, you are obviously resisting this world."

Song Jong-hyuk opened his mouth and did not speak.

Emi is right, she is resisting the world.

Lost all memories and forgot everything in the past. Although he now has his brother to take care of himself, this world is still full of strangeness to Song Jong-hyuk.

The unfamiliar environment, the strange people, and the unfamiliar identity all made Song Jong-hyuk feel at a loss.

Contradictory to want to accept it, but the fear and insecurity brought about by the unknown made Song Jong-hyuk instinctively choose to escape. Although he knew that there was no benefit in doing so, he still deceived himself and shut himself up in a thick fortress and pretended to be optimistic.

However, the villain in his heart cried and cried out loudly, begging for someone to help him get out.

Get out of the labyrinth in your heart and accept the world.

Song Jong-hyuk was silent for a moment, shook his wheelchair, walked up to Yoon Hye-mi, held her hand hanging by his side, and said in a gentle tone.

"Emi, I know you're worried about me. Don't worry, I'll work hard, change my mentality, and accept reality. So, stop upsetting yourself. Promise me, is it okay? ”

After waiting for a long time, without waiting for Yoon Hye-mi's answer, Song Jong-hyuk looked up at her suspiciously.

Yoon Hye-mi's face had a very suspicious flush. Sensing that Song Jong-hyuk was looking at herself, she quickly covered her face and stammered, "What? That, that, okay. I know. ”

With that, Yoon Hye-mi walked behind Song Jong-hyuk, pushed the wheelchair, and moved forward quickly.

"Emi, your face is red, is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Ah, Ani, it's just, it's just a little hot."

"Ah, yes, I feel it too, it's a bit hot this autumn."

"yes, yes."

"Emi, can you get me some meat for lunch?"

"Ann yes, did OPPA forget the doctor's instructions? For a week after surgery, don't eat meat, eat more light things! ”

“…… oppa? Emi, do you call me OPPA? Call again! ”

“……”

Along the way, even though Yoon Hye-mi didn't respond again, Song Jong-hyuk still teased her in a small way. Knowing that the little girl was a little annoyed and stopped the wheelchair, Song Jong-hyuk gave up. When I looked up, I had already reached the corridor of the ward. Far away, you can see that a strange man is standing at the door of Song Jong-hyuk's hospital room, looking in through the glass. Yoon Hye-mi was vigilant and took the initiative to explain to Song Jong-hyuk: "Your car accident has been very big in the past two days, and Choi so-young, a member of Girls' Generation, was injured together, so the media are tracking and covering this vicious accident." Although the perpetrator has been found by the police, she has not yet spoken. There are already several reporters in the hospital who have sneaked in to interview, and you should be more careful when I am not there. Song Jong-hyuk nodded in response.

As the wheelchair gradually approached the ward, the man's attention was also attracted by this side, and when he saw Song Jong-hyuk who was still sitting in a wheelchair, a trace of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he took two steps to meet him.

"Is it Mr. Song Jong-hyuk?"

"I'm sorry, but which newspaper are you from?" The man's question was politely interrupted by Yoon Hye-mi and asked in a polite manner.

"Huh, huh?" The man didn't seem to expect to be exposed so quickly, and he was stunned and couldn't come up. Yoon Hye-mi further asked, "Although I am a little embarrassed, Song Jong-hyuk Xi refused to be interviewed until the results of the police investigation came out. Please understand that the patient's body still needs to be recuperated. ”

Song Jong-hyuk looked at Yoon Hye-mi, who was neither humble nor arrogant, reasonable and modest, the person who advanced and retreated freely in front of him and had a strong aura, was he still a little nurse who had just blushed from being teased by himself?

The man finally understood something, and his eyes were full of the absurdity and ridiculousness of being misunderstood: "Ani, did you mistake me for a reporter?" ”

"Why, are you going to deny it at this point?" Yin Huimei's face also sank, and she looked the man up and down: "There should be a tape recorder in the backpack, right?" Or are the buttons on your body stealth cameras? Please leave, and then I'll call for security. ”

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little deadlocked, the man reluctantly pulled the backpack behind him to his chest and took out a document from the side: "Hello, I'm Zheng Xiuyu, the third-level prosecutor of the Seoul District Prosecutor." This time, I want to make a record of the specific experience of the '8.28' car accident for Song Jong-hyuk. ”

Looking at the bright hibiscus flowers in front of them, Yoon Hye-mi and Song Jong-hyuk glanced at each other, both a little stupid.