“Yes,” the neurologist cautiously answered, “What people generally call ‘amnesia’… However, Miss Fang seems quite emotional, so we recommend waiting until her emotions stabilize before conducting a detailed diagnosis.”
The neurological authority provided a detailed explanation, but the confused Guan Longji couldn’t absorb it.
He gazed intently at her, who had fallen back into a deep sleep, her eyebrows and features like a painting, looking like a sweet sleeping angel –
She was his angel!
“Who are you?” The crisp, tender voice asked again.
A trace of confusion appeared on Fang Shuijing’s delicate and ethereal face.
Guan Longji, who was peeling a pear for her, paused his hand. This question was not the first time.
“I’m Longji!” He didn’t look up, his usually stern tone becoming gentle.
Shuijing, with her memory disorder, often experienced such forgetfulness.
“Oh…” She lowered her head and thought, then continued asking, “Then… who am I?”
“You are Fang Shuijing,” Guan Longji answered patiently, pausing again and then adding firmly, “My fiancée.”
“Oh! I remember now,” she suddenly realized, “You’re Ah Ji!”
This nonsensical dialogue made the medical staff want to laugh but didn’t dare.
“Here, would you like some pear?” he asked softly.
“Yes!” Her eyes brightened, her happy expression like a three-year-old child. “Yes! Pear!”
The sweet, juicy pear was crisp and cool and delicious!
“Ah Ji should eat too,” she generously said.
Guan Longji’s doting attitude towards her made others feel envious.
Wearing a white nightgown, Fang Shuijing looked like a little angel, and during her hospital stay, she had developed some rapport with the medical staff.
Although patients with memory disorders sometimes experience language barriers, like wanting to say “bus” but saying “airplane” instead, knowing they’ve made a mistake but anxiously unable to find the right word in their brain.
However, this memory disorder has nothing to do with intelligence. Once, a doctor was outsmarted by this adorable patient –
The doctor asked Shuijing, “What is 4 × 3?”
Shuijing looked suspiciously at the doctor without answering.
The doctor patiently asked again, “Let’s calculate. A rabbit has four legs, so if there are three rabbits, how many legs would there be in total?”
Shuijing rolled her black eyes, her expression somewhat strange.
“Oh, it’s 4 plus 4 plus 4!” he hurriedly prompted.
