"What's wrong?" Zhao Yuanxi hadn't figured out why Jessica had shown an unusually surprised look.

"So you can speak Korean, so why lie to me that I can't speak Korean?" Jessica looked like a delicate teacher, as if Zhao Yuanxi wouldn't talk to him if he didn't say anything.

Jessica didn't remind that Zhao Yuanxi didn't realize that he actually spoke fluent Korean, and he was naturally as familiar as his native language, and there was no situation where the pointer in his mind jumped randomly when he first spoke Korean, is this the so-called default choice can't be remembered. Said that he didn't know Korean, but he woke up in a plane crash and learned to speak Korean fluently? Even he couldn't convince himself. Zhao Yuanxi couldn't explain it, and touched his nose helplessly.

Jessica didn't wait for Zhao Yuanxi's answer, and her agent came over to urge her to return to the company.

"Remember, you owe me an explanation." Jessica raised an eyebrow and said in a threatening voice.

Zhao Yuanxi sighed secretly, he also owed himself an explanation, he could speak fluent Korean and French for some reason, and even he couldn't figure it out.

It's a good time to have a crisp breeze and Seoul is lit up at night. It's a pity that the first night of my trip to a foreign country was spent in a hospital bed, which is really unfavorable. Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, Zhao Yuanxi feels sorry for himself. It's not nothing, at least I met a beautiful Korean cutie, thinking of Jessica's sweet voice and delicate appearance, Zhao Yuanxi couldn't help but have a smile, and then many colorful images suddenly appeared in his mind, several girls dressed in the same style of yellow and black tight-fitting uniforms, movements are uniform, very rhythmically shaking arms and hips, like turning the steering wheel of a car, singing "MR. TAXI. TAXI. TAXI。 ”

Hallucination, it must be an illusion, Zhao Yuanxi closed his eyes and shook his head violently, opened his eyes again, and the image in his mind really disappeared, but the residual rhythmic notes still lingered in his mind, lingering.

Zhao Yuanxi was bored, so he asked the nurse Meimei for paper and pen, trying to record the notes he heard. The music is incomplete and intermittent, and Zhao Yuanxi can only remember a small paragraph, that is, the few sentences of TAXI that are constantly circulating.

The fact that I can speak fluent Korean and French for some reason, and the strange and fantastical images that I have never seen before suddenly pop up in my mind, all of this is full of mystery. Zhao Yuanxi held the pen and fell into deep thought.

The external injuries on Zhao Yuanxi's body were all minor injuries, which were basically healed after careful treatment, and the temple pierced by the debris of the plane left a small scar, which could not be seen as a scar if he did not distinguish it carefully, like a black mole.

Zhao Yuanxi spent most of his time lying in his hospital bed, and various influences and music appeared in his mind from time to time, some of which were very strong and clear, and some of which were very vague and completely impossible to grasp. As the images in his mind increased, he began to have migraines, a ring from the right temple to the back of his head that hurt like pins and needles, and sometimes it would flow like an electric current in his brain, and the pain made him spasm.

The next morning, Cho Won-hee told Park Chang-hyuk, the visiting bed-care doctor, about his symptoms and recounted the fact that he had been hit the temple in the head during the plane crash.

Park Chang-hyuk pondered for a moment and said, "I need to have a CT scan, and I will arrange it immediately." ”

While waiting for the CT report, Zhao Yuanxi got the belongings handed over to the hospital for safekeeping at the general service desk, including wallet, mobile phone, and passport. When he was admitted to the hospital, he needed to be registered, and while he was unconscious, Jessica helped him through the registration process. After treatment, Zhao Yuanxi's physical injuries were basically healed, and there was no major problem with normal exercise, but the headache had been bothering him.

"Zhao Yuanxi." A round-faced nurse called his name and led him to Park Chang-hyuk's office.

Knocking on the door, the round-faced nurse left, and Cho Won-hee walked into Park Chang-hyuk's office alone.

"Please be seated," Park Chang-hyuk glanced up at Cho Won-hee and asked, "Did you get a heavy blow to the head before the crash?" ”

Zhao Yuanxi shook his head and said, "No." It was this plane crash that was hit by debris on the right temple. ”

Park Chang-hyuk nodded, took out Zhao Yuanxi's MRI report, looked at the bright light outside the window and carefully examined it again, and said, "According to the report, there is a black shadow the size of a thumb nail on your right brain. ”

Park Changhyuk did not use technical terms, but used a very vivid metaphor, Zhao Yuanxi understood as soon as he heard it, and suddenly his heart tightened, and he asked eagerly: "What is it?" ”

"It's still impossible to determine," Park Chang-hyuk shook his head, "Have you been vomiting lately?" ”

Zhao Yuanxi shook his head and said, "No, I just occasionally have a headache, like a pinprick pain." ”

"Do you feel drowsy?"

Zhao Yuanxi shook his head again, "No." ”

"What about insomnia?"

"Not either."

Park Chang-hyuk said: "I need to do another detailed examination, intracranial imaging and bubble angiography. At present, there are many air crash patients, and the examination trip will be arranged two days later. ”

"Dr. Park, what the hell is it?" Zhao Yuanxi couldn't help but ask, no matter whether the result was good or bad, he was eager to know the truth of the facts.

Park Changhyuk pondered for a moment, glanced at Zhao Yuanxi and said, "You have to be prepared, it may be a brain tumor." ”

Brain tumor, the word would only exist in TV soap operas in his mind, and it was also a Korean drama, and Zhao Yuanxi never expected that one day a Korean doctor in a white coat would say this word to him. Cho Won-hee left Park Chang-hyuk's office with a heavy heart, like a corpse, and walked down the aisle of the hospital like a walking corpse. Back in the ward, Zhao Yuanxi sat on the windowsill, looking at the sunset, the sunset gradually sank in the west, and the last trace of afterglow dissipated in the sky, as if the whole world was gray.

For the next two days, Zhao Yuanxi was lying on the hospital bed most of the time, and the sudden bad news made him feel extremely heavy.

Time hangs heavy on one's hands.

After a series of brain examinations, Cho Won-hee sat nervously opposite Dr. Park Chang-hyuk in a white coat.

"How are you feeling lately?" Park Chang-hyuk lowered his head and examined the reports one by one.

"Occasionally, I have a headache, like an electric current flowing through my body, and I often have some inexplicable images and musical notes in my head, which are images that I have never heard or seen."

Park Chang-hyuk raised his head and said: "The human brain is divided into the left half of the brain and the right half of the brain, the left brain of the human being is mainly engaged in logical thinking, known as the academic brain, the conscious brain, and the right brain is mainly engaged in image thinking, is the source of creativity, is the center of art and experience learning, mainly responsible for spatial image memory, intuition, emotion, body coordination, visual perception, art, music rhythm, imagination, inspiration, epiphany, etc., the way of thinking has disorder, jumping, intuition, etc., so the right brain can also be called "instinctive brain", "subconscious brain", "creative brain" , "Music Brain", "Art Brain". The shadow in your brain is located on the right side of the brain, and perhaps it stimulates some of the potential of the right brain, and it is perfectly explainable to produce some kind of pictorial image that resembles inspiration. ”

Park Chang-hyuk pondered for a moment and said, "A good news and a bad news, do you want to hear that first?" ”

Hearing that Park Chang-hyuk was still in the mood to joke, Zhao Yuanxi couldn't help but relax, straightened his body, and said in a deep voice: "Good news." ”

"The good news is that after diagnosis, the possibility of brain cancer can be basically ruled out."

Zhao Yuanxi perked up, "What about the bad news?" ”

"The bad news is that the shadow in your brain spreads from the size of a fingernail to the size of a thumb," Park Chang-hyuk slowed down and muttered, "The shadow spreads like mercury in a thermometer, it can flow like a liquid or volatile like a gas, and the shadow in your brain is spreading in an irregular form, from the initial gap between the brain and the brainstem to the cerebral cortex, and even begin to radiate to the neurons." At the current rate of spread, it will take about fifty-seven weeks for the shadow to spread to your right side of the brain, and possibly to your left side. If possible, I recommend that you have an intracranial scan at least once a month. ”

Zhao Yuanxi settled down, "Can I know what the shadow you are talking about?" ”

Park Chang-hyuk shook his head and said, "I can't be sure for the time being, the shadow seems to have a strong magnetic field, distorting the gamma rays of the detection equipment." ”

Compared with the good news, the bad news made Zhao Yuanxi even more worried, Zhao Yuanxi's heart that had just relaxed was pinched again, as if he had just climbed up from the edge of the cliff and walked into the maze.

"Dr. Park, what happens if the shadow spreads to my whole brain?"

"It's hard to calculate, maybe it's still like you are now, you just have occasional headaches, maybe you're going to lose consciousness and become vegetative, or at worst, your brain is shrinking until you're brain dead."

"That is, I only have about a year left to live?"

"In the sense of the brain, it can be understood in this way. The brain is the most important organ of the human body, heart failure can be replaced, and if the brain is dead, a person is officially dead," Park Chang-hyuk touched his chin and said, "Fifty-seven weeks is just my personal preliminary estimate, maybe it is possible that the spread of shadows will slow down or stop, and it is important to thoroughly understand the formation and structure of shadows." ”

"This is a very strange case," Park Chang-hyuk sighed, "I'm sorry I can't help you, maybe you can go to Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston, which has the world's most advanced equipment and neurosurgery specialists." ”

Zhao Yuanxi took a deep breath, got up and said, "I know, thank you Dr. Park." ”

Park Chang-hyuk got up to see him off, and the doctor's parents were hearted, and he also expressed regret for what happened to Cho Won-hee.

"Thank you." Cho Won-hee finally nodded and left Park Chang-hyuk's office.

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