Those photos were originally taken by Murong Cheng taking her for self-entertainment, but they were mistaken by him.
Mu Zi was even more sad, unable to say a word, only tears could not help falling.
His memory is the most anticipated fact in his heart and his dream.
Even if you forget everything, your dream will not be forgotten.
Mu Zi's tears made Murongcheng realize something. His expression was stunned at first, then solemn and gloomy. His fingers slowly clenched, and he whispered, "Am I mentally ill..."
"You just remembered it wrong!" Mu Zi hugged him tightly, "You will remember it!"
She took a deep breath and emphasized again in a low voice: "You will remember."
There was no glamour in the room, and Murong Chengyi lay down on the bed happily, looking at the ceiling silently.
Mu Zi snuggled in his arms, her heart twitching with pain.
She felt terribly distressed.
I had to comfort myself: he was lucky to come back safely.
Compared with losing one's life, memory confusion is not worth mentioning. Now that medicine is so advanced, a solution can always be found.
She thought to herself. At this moment, Murong Cheng suddenly asked her: "How are we together?"
Mu Zi was stunned.
This question...it's a long story.
"Anyway... Take the arrogantly." Mu Zi was crying, but couldn't help laughing at this time, "You are not a good person, and I almost angered me several times."
Murong Cheng also smiled after hearing the words: "If I am not a good person, can I still have time to chat in bed?"
"You are not serious." Mu Zi twisted him.
Murong Cheng smiled and leaned over to kiss her.
After kissing for a while, Mu Zi tentatively asked: "Tomorrow we will see the doctor, okay?"
Murong Cheng frowned slightly when he heard the words, and said nothing.
Mu Zi was afraid that he would not want to, so he hurriedly took his face and kissed him, coaxing: "If you don't go to the psychiatric department, let's find a psychologist for consultation, okay?"
Murong Cheng stared at her, "What good do I have?"
Mu Zi thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and smiled and said, "I'll peel you a pomegranate!"
What kind of advantage is this?
Murong Cheng was amused, but when she saw Mu Zi staring at her with bright eyes, she had expectation, anxiety, and forbearance in her eyes, and Murong Cheng's heart became soft.
"Okay." His lips pressed against her forehead, "then peel the pomegranate."
...
The next day Mu Zi took Murong Cheng to see a well-known psychologist.
The psychologist said that this was the result of subconscious self-guarding. When Murong Cheng was sober, he found that he had lost his memory, and when he realized that he had to recover as soon as possible, there would be tremendous psychological pressure. The pressure prompted him to take a short time. To fill the gaps in memory, the brain is forced to create false memories.
When he was alone with the psychologist, Mu Zi asked the other party: "Is this... a mental illness?"
"Mental illness and mental illness are sometimes just a thin line." After the other party finished speaking, he paused, and then said, "But if it continues to deteriorate, false memories will become more and more, which will affect real life and may cause mental disorders. ."
Mu Zi's face was pale.
"Let's continue the treatment for a while to see the effect." The psychologist suggested, "The most important thing is not to increase his pressure."
"Thank you." Mu Zi took a deep breath.
Coming out of the psychiatrist's office, Mu Zi endured and endured, finally did not hold back, and called Wang Zhan.
"How the **** did you take care of him?" Mu Zi angered, "Why didn't you notify me when he was injured? Why didn't you notify me when he lost his memory? Why do you call the shots without authorization! Who gave you the right! If I didn't see him He, how are you going to toss him? Send him to receive psychiatric treatment? Do you know that doing so will put a greater load on his psychology? This situation could have been avoided!"