Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

But he forgot that a woman's curiosity is endless, especially a new-age woman like me who has a strong desire for knowledge, ah no, girl, since he used his grandfather to destroy my illusion of a master, then I must ask understand. I said, "So you went to study Western medicine? Aren't your ancestors angry?" In my impression, the Yixue masters on TV are all proficient in Chinese medicine, and they all attach great importance to inheritance, so the depth of field in this capitalist outfit is very similar to those typical "unworthy descendants" in the film. Depth of Field smiled, and I saw his lowered eyes from the rearview mirror, still with such compassionate eyes, it even made me feel that every word I said to him was a joke, he said: "How come, Chinese medicine practitioners Western medicine is all about curing diseases and saving people. The culture of the ancestors also teaches people to seek good luck and avoid evil, to do good and to abandon evil, not for money. Whether it is Yishu or medical skills, they are the same from the starting point, but now they are for making money , There are too many people who deceive the world and steal their names, that is no longer saving people, but harming people."

I said, "Oh, so you are also an expert in medicine who saves sentient beings with great compassion? Then can you cure my amnesia?" He looked back at me: "Memory loss, from a medical point of view, can be divided into psychogenic amnesia and dissociative amnesia. If you say that you have forgotten everything before the age of eighteen, then it should belong to psychogenic amnesia. Continuous amnesia, which means that the nerve center of the brain is oppressed or destroyed. The current medical methods are still very conservative in the treatment of amnesia. Moreover, in many cases, people's amnesia is because the brain wants to actively forget some unpleasant things. Things, you are doing well now, and you don’t need to go for treatment.”

What he said was right, I am very happy and content now, let the past go, I scratched my hair, but couldn't help asking: "Jing Shen, did you know me before?" Now it was his turn to be silent and lowered his head. I don't know what he was thinking, but it took a long time before I heard a very soft voice from his mouth: "At that time I lived in the pharmacy opened by my grandfather, and Your home is in a town." "Oh? You are also from Los Angeles?" I was suddenly disappointed and looked forward to it. I remembered that my mother said that I was chased by boys in the town every day when I was a child. I said: "Then tell me more about Los Angeles. Maybe I can remember, and I found that your wife looks familiar to me, have I seen it before?"

"I went abroad very early." He replied lightly, and then he remained silent. Me: "...Fuck, you capitalist cheapskate!" When I got home, I was still not reconciled. I grabbed the old lady at the poker table and asked, "Mom, did our family know anyone named Jing before?" The old lady is counting the money. From her posture, I guess that half of Aunt Zhang's monthly rent for this month has already been in her pocket. She raised her head at a loss when she heard the words: "Huh? The surname is Jing? I don't know him." I didn't ask any more questions, and I knew that my old mother couldn't be counted on. The old man had rheumatism in his knees, and he was either under the quilt or in front of the stove all year round. Especially in the humid weather in the south, he really didn't move around much for neighbors and relatives. , It wasn't until she came to the north that her rheumatism got better.

That night I had a dream. In the dream, I was lying in a white room surrounded by doctors in white coats. "Should I inject first, or electrotherapy first?" A doctor closest to me was lingering by the bed, hesitating, my head seemed to be fixed too, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see his face clearly, I only saw him holding a syringe with a bowl-thick mouth in one hand, and a needle in the other. I was frightened by the black electric baton. I tried desperately to break free from this ghostly place, but it was all in vain. I even heard a group of doctors laughing. "Look at this mentally ill man, he still wants to escape, hahahaha..." A female doctor came over and slapped me twice, and I could see clearly that it was Li Peipei's face.

"Give her the medicine first." Another male doctor came over, pinched my face, opened my mouth forcefully, and then a large handful of white pills fell into my mouth, and I swallowed them forcefully. Angry, he bit his arm, and he cried out in pain. I could see clearly that this was a righteous face. At this time, the previous doctor came over, and he said with an obvious smile: "The patient is disobedient, so I can only give an electric shock first." The thick electric baton came right at my chest, and I was angry and afraid, so I cursed: "I rely on you bastard surnamed Jing, with a day in your name, you want to pierce the sky, how dare you If you touch your aunt and grandma, I will tell you that you will have no grandchildren in eight lifetimes, and I... I, I, and I will never let you go!"

The figure in the white coat bent down, his eyes were smiling and bent into a slit. I can see clearly, uh, why... His face is not the depth of field? It turned out to be Ren Jiahai.