Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 320 Suffocating to the point that the figure of that person keeps appearing in my mind

After dinner, Feng Qian came out of his aunt's house and drove An Nuan back to the hospital.

After An Nuan finished greeting Fu Xiheng, the latter watched her figure disappear at the hospital entrance before letting go of his frowning eyebrows.

"Mr. Fu, are you really planning to..." Feng Qian hesitated to speak, and turned half sideways to look at the handsome man in the back seat.

"Well, you park the car on Dongjing Road ahead, and I'll walk there in a while." After saying that, he opened the door and got out of the car, and went straight to the hospital building.

Neurology.

The silent and dignified man raised his hand to fasten his suit cuff buttons, sat down opposite the doctor, his eyes fell on the image displayed on the computer, and his thin lips were pursed.

The doctor in a white coat showed a gentle face, coughed lightly, and crossed his fingers together, "Mr. Fu, judging from the current situation, this is a selective amnesia in psychogenic amnesia, but you Don't worry, everything else is normal except for these. No..."

Fu Xiheng interrupted him, "Is there any way to restore memory? I want to remember the past."

When he returned from the army and entered the intensive care unit, he knew his physical condition, but he didn't think it was important at the time.

After all, the person who cared about him was still by his side, and the little girl he begged his grandfather to bring back from the orphanage was also waiting for him.And come out slim and graceful.

Therefore, he doesn't care much about the lost part of the memory.

But...it's different now.

It was also because An Nuan told him about the day of March 21 with doubts in his eyes that he felt how terrible the memory loss was.

It is very likely that it has caused his lifelong regret.

"Mr. Fu," after Fu Xiheng finished speaking, the doctor's fingers clenched even tighter, and his brows frowned into Sichuan characters.

He said with a bit of distress on his face: "Actually, things like amnesia... are not very mature in terms of treatment. You know, after all, everyone's situation is different..."

"However... there are still some ways to try." When the pair of cold and dark black pupils collided, a layer of cold sweat broke out on the doctor's forehead, "For patients with amnesia, a comprehensive treatment method is usually adopted. You can try to give a hyperbaric oxygen environment, or... cooperate with electrotherapy to stimulate the nerve center,"

The tense muscles on Fu Xiheng's face relaxed a little.

"It's just that these methods will produce certain side effects, serious and even life-threatening. If it is not necessary, the family members of the patient will not take such a risk to restore their memory." The atmosphere was somewhat relieved, and the doctor continued added.

If Fu Xiheng hadn't come here for an examination in person, he really didn't know that the successor of the Fu family, who can dominate the situation in Yuncheng, has suffered severe brain injuries, and even suffers from amnesia.

Fu Xiheng was silent for a few seconds, "What are the side effects of these methods?"

The doctor's eyes widened, "Mr. Fu, you don't really want to..."

Fu Xiheng's eyes like splashing ink fell on his face, but he didn't speak.

The doctor hurriedly stood up in fright, "It is mainly electrotherapy, even the modern improved electroshock therapy will bring some complications, they are mainly manifested as headache, nausea, and vomiting, the most terrifying of which is reversible memory loss. "

Seeing Fu Xiheng listening carefully to his narration, the doctor frowned and said: "According to high-end researchers, at least 1/3 of the patients said that they experienced obvious memory decline after receiving electrotherapy."

"Not to mention that the implementation of electroconvulsive therapy is relatively complicated and has certain risks. It requires general anesthesia and oxygen inhalation. Secondly, the requirements for electroconvulsive therapy technology and equipment are extremely high, and it is difficult to carry out even in a hospital like ours."

The general meaning of the doctor is that this method is not feasible in China because of immature conditions, and there will be certain risks.

Fu Xiheng seemed to understand what he meant, stood up and nodded, "Okay, I understand. But don't tell anyone about this, understand? Don't mention a single word."

"well,"

Seeing Fu Xiheng leave, the trembling doctor quickly smiled and nodded.

Even if they were getting along with each other just now, it was difficult to resist Fu Xiheng's strong aura.

He lowered his head, only to find that the palms of his hands were already dripping with sweat.

Feng Qian, who was fiddling with his mobile phone in the car, suddenly looked up, and saw the man coming against the light, he hurriedly put the phone in his pocket, pushed the door and got out of the car.

Noticing that Fu Xiheng's face was gloomy, Feng Qian didn't speak sensiblely, and silently opened the door of the rear compartment for him and sat in.

Fu Xiheng leaned back on the chair with his broad back, closed his eyes as deep as the sea, and raised a hand to gently rub the temple.

Looking at the man with a tired face through the rearview mirror, Feng Qian sighed inwardly.

Although Fu Xiheng didn't tell him anything after he came out of the hospital, after following him for so many years, Feng Qian could see that his heart was very heavy.

Feng Qian recalled that this afternoon's meeting was scheduled for the evening, and reminded: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Xia from Amway didn't arrive at the airport until seven o'clock in the evening, and it will be eight o'clock to get to Canglan, or I'll take you home first. Rest for a while?"

When the red light came on, Feng Qian stopped the car.

After touching for about half a minute, Fu Xiheng opened his pupils as deep as a pool, "Well, Feng Qian, remember to contact Fleck in America when you have time later."

Fleck has a high reputation in the medical field. Back then, Fu Xiheng's mother, Mo Xueyin, suffered from severe depression because of Fu Mingqiao's incident, and it was during his treatment that Mo Xueyin came out step by step.Although in the end...

Feng Qian's fingers holding the steering wheel tightened, "Okay, I see."

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After work in the afternoon was a little easier, An Nuan stopped by to visit her grandfather's ward, and when she came back, she happened to run into Director Ma of the Department of Neurology.

Director Ma happened to have a relative who was hospitalized here.It was in a ward very close to Grandpa An Nuan's ward.

After seeing Director Ma, An Nuan hurriedly stopped him from behind and trotted over.

"Doctor Xiaonuan?" Director Ma turned around when he heard the sound, and said with a smile, "What's the rush?"

An Nuan smiled shyly, "Director Ma, I have some questions I want to ask you,"

"Oh?" Director Ma was a little surprised when he heard that, symbolically pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile: "I don't know if I'm a neurologist and you are a surgeon..."

Director Ma made a few simple strokes with his hand, but he didn't expect that she had any questions to ask himself.

And if there is a problem, shouldn't you go to Director Li of the surgery?

"It's like this. I have a friend who suffered a serious brain injury before, so he forgot some things in the past, so do you think there is any good way to help him wake up his memory?"

An Nuan checked it on the computer in the office before, and it mentioned electrotherapy, but that would have side effects, and if it went wrong, it would also cause symptoms of memory loss.

In short, she thinks it is more reliable to ask experts in this field.

The corners of Director Ma's mouth froze.

Today is the second time in a row that someone asked this kind of thing. Although he is not surprised by this kind of thing as the director of the neurology department, one of the other parties is the heir of the dignified C Asia Group, the last big boss of this hospital, and the other is It's a surgeon... No matter what, I feel that this matter is a bit strange.

Not long ago, gossip about the two people spread from the mouth of the little nurse in the hospital...

"Director Ma, besides the not-so-good electrotherapy, is there any other method that doesn't cause any harm to the body?" An Nuan widened her black and white eyes.

If not, then she would rather not let him recover that lost memory, nor let him suffer the pain caused by the treatment.

"This," Director Ma thought for a while, "Actually, there is a way that will not cause substantial harm to the body, but the process may be quite long."

An Nuan's bright eyes widened again, and she grabbed Director Ma's hand with an excited expression, "What can I do?"

"Human care, try to restore and create certain scenes at that time as much as possible, that is, what happened during the time that was forgotten by the patient."

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Shangri-La Four Seasons Hotel.

Song Qianzi hurriedly ran back to her room to freshen up after filming her own scene. The next scene was Tangtang and the protagonist Jiang Duo's sibling rivalry.

After leaving the hotel, Song Qianzi waved for a taxi from the side of the road.

At this moment, a blue Bugatti Veyron suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, and boldly stopped in front of the empty taxi.

The taxi driver behind didn't understand what was going on, but when he saw a luxury car appearing in front of him for no reason, and his car almost hit him, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Seeing that familiar blue color, Song Qianzi's heart tightened suddenly.I just felt that my heart was trembling very badly.

But she didn't have time to think too much, and the person in the hospital didn't have time to wait any longer, so she didn't have time to think, her eyes jumped over the blue car and walked towards the taxi behind.

"Miss, I'm sorry."

"Hey you—" Looking at the taxi that drove away in front of his eyes, and the driver left with just a word of apology, Song Qianzi's sharp Jianshui Qiutong suddenly opened wide, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The man in the car looked at the scene in the rearview mirror, and a dark smile spread from his plump lips.

Reverse the car and lower the windows.

"Beauty, get in the car, I'll see you off," Hei Chao stepped down, the man's deep eyes released two sharp lights, he hooked on Song Qianzi's body for a while, curled up his tongue and licked the dark red lips Lip, the pulp of the right thumb pressed the corner of the mouth on one side.

No matter how you look at it, it looks wretched and disgusting.

not him……

Song Qianzi frowned immediately, and couldn't help but carefully looked at his car.

It is also a Bugatti Veyron, which is indeed very similar to Rong Lianye's car in appearance.

It's just that the interior decoration of the two people is different.

Unlike Rong Lianye's car, looking through the lowered half window, the interior decoration of this car is super eclectic, just like some sleazy nightclub decorations.

She glanced at him extremely coldly, but she didn't recognize him, so she turned and walked along the road.

"Hey beauty, why, you don't like my car?" The man followed her footsteps and continued to reverse the car, and then whistled at her wickedly, "Or my global limited edition car?" Bugatti Veyron is not as good as Mo Shiqian's knockoff Porsche, can't it catch your eyes?"

The tone was full of sarcasm.

Song Qianzi was stunned.

Only then did the eyes as cold as snow water stay on the man's face.

Seeing that she was not leaving, the man parked the car, got out from inside, and took off the black super casually.

Leaning frivolously, half leaning on the car, "I have to say, my elder brother's taste in picking women has not changed after so many years, tsk tsk, you... you really look a bit like my dead sister-in-law."

He stood up and walked towards her, with a bohemian smile on his plump lips, playing with the sunglasses in his hand, "To be honest, my elder brother is probably the legendary wife-restraining physique, so you should stop making plans with him, Nothing to look forward to."

Song Qianzi took a deep breath and realized that this person had an unusual relationship with Mo Shiqian.

The last time Mo Shiqian came to the set to see her, he accidentally mentioned that he has a younger brother who is not up to expectations, and this must be the one in front of him.

"How about Mr. Mo, you don't need to gossip here, I have eyes so I can see clearly." Not wanting to continue talking nonsense with him here, Song Qianzi's red lips curled into a cold smile, "Who is the good guy and who is the bad guy?" I can still tell the difference."

After the words fell, he waved to stop the empty car approaching not far away.

The man stood where he was, with one hand on his waist and smiled as she watched her get into the taxi, his small eyes narrowed deeply, and he snorted softly, "Fucking stinky bitch, what a pretending pure archway, disgusting Grandpa!"

In the taxi, Song Qianzi tightly squeezed the phone in her hand.Sweat from the palm of his hand has blurred the entire screen.

She couldn't help digging out the call log, staring at the familiar phone number in a daze.

It is a loss and helplessness that has never been experienced before.

Suffocated until the figure of that person kept appearing in his mind.Eyes, eyebrows, thin lips, and his every expression...

She laughed at herself, when did she need to rely on these vain imaginations to numb herself.

As soon as such a thought passed through her brain, even she herself was startled unconsciously, and subconsciously took back the phone.

However, in the next second, the incoming call on the screen surprised her again.

Song Qianzi repeatedly persuaded herself in her heart, never answer, never hear that familiar voice.

They are people from two worlds, her dark world is different from his bright world, they are like two parallel lines that will never have any intersection, so what's the use of those in vain?
The bell kept ringing, and the driver in front became impatient, and reminded: "Miss, the phone has rang almost ten times, it should be something important, please pick it up quickly and don't delay."

Song Qianzi's eyes hesitated for a moment, her fingertip slipped inadvertently, and she had already answered the phone.

She held her breath carefully, and her words were too poor to catch her breath.

"Hey, where did you come from, a vixen?! Ah Ye, why does he keep in touch with you frequently recently, you... hello?! Hello..."

(End of this chapter)