Ma Yue, the assistant, made a mistake on the first day of taking office, and was scolded by his cousin, so he naturally didn't dare to slack off anymore, and he quickly helped Sheng Jia Shen make an appointment with a doctor of brain experts, Wei Songlin, under Ma Bo's reminder.

Wei Songlin is a doctor of medicine with deep qualifications and is also a well-known brain specialist at the Municipal People's Hospital.

Sheng Jia had a headache, and it was natural to hang his number.

When the two were brought into Dr. Wei's consultation room by Ma Yue, Sheng Jiashen saw the doctor wearing a mask and a white coat, and his figure was a little familiar.

He is not as gentle as the average doctor, but rather a bit of a stereotype.

"What's wrong with Mr. Shen?" He asked old-fashionedly, and then looked in Ye Jing's direction, "The patient's family can wait outside for a while." ”

"Can't I accompany you during the consultation?" Ye Jing asked a little strangely.

"Yes."

"You go out first." Sheng Jiashen glanced at her and said.

Ye Jing had a trace of worry in her eyes and went outside the door.

Before closing the door, she heard him say, "I had an indirect headache, I knocked my head before, but the strange thing is that it doesn't hurt today." ”

What the doctor said later, Ye Jing couldn't hear it.

Wei Songlin got up and walked behind Sheng Jiashen, touched the back of his head with his hand, and asked, "Which position?" ”

"This is it."

"There is a sutured wound, it should be that the wound has not grown well and feels painful, if Mr. Shen is not at ease, let's do another brain CT examination?"

Wei Songlin glanced at the wound he had stitched up with his own hands, and finally asked him in professional terms.

The experiment can't go wrong, the memory chip has been successfully implanted, completely covering his memory, he came to check it today, it should only be because the wound hurts.

Thinking like this, Sheng Jiashen did not agree immediately, but said again: "There are still some questions. ”

"Mr. Shen, please speak."

"My memory has become less good, there are some deviations and gaps in my memory, and in addition to headaches, I will also be drowsy." Sheng Jia pinched his eyebrows, this was the problem that bothered him.

Wei Songlin's eyes flashed, and he stared at his head again before he said: "It should just be the sequelae of brain trauma, it takes time to heal slowly, if you have sleep problems, can Mr. Shen be more specific?" ”

……

When Zhao Qiqi returned to the ward, the corners of her lips were slightly curved, she took off her mask and ran to the bedside, "Headache? ”

"Hmm." Shen Ting's gaze passed over her face silently, and she didn't see anything unusual, and she was relieved.

"Then I'll press it for you?" It's not right, she can't do anything if it's like this, Zhao Qiqi thought about it and sat on the edge of the bed: "Or, you will sleep on me?" ”

"Don't bother so much, just stay with me in the ward." Shen Ting said lightly.

Zhao Qiqi chuckled, now he couldn't hold on awkwardly.

"You seem to be in a good mood?" Shen Ting couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, if you don't mess with me, I'll be at ease." Zhao Qiqi took an orange from the fruit basket, and after she peeled it, she tasted it sweet and fed it to him.

Shen Ting was forced to be stuffed with two oranges, he frowned, and then said, "What's the trouble?" ”

Does this woman think he's making trouble?

There was something unbelievable about him.

"Hmph, you avoided me until yesterday." Seventeen hummed softly.

When he fed him oranges again, he dodged again, "I don't want to eat it," frowned, and said, "I didn't hide." ”