Director Zhao's expression was not very good. He folded his hands on the table, and looked around Qin Xiaoyun for a while.

"Actually, I hate answering personal questions when I work. The hospital is a place for medical treatment, not for academic seminars."

"I'm not here for academic seminars either."

"Similarly, as long as it's not a doctor, when you come to ask me, it must be in the field of my professional knowledge, I am right."

Qin Xiaoyun paused, and after thinking about it, it seems that the same is true, so he nodded and said, "It is indeed because of some professional knowledge problems, because I heard from Meimei that you are quite successful in treating amnesia."

"It can't be said to be quite successful. I can only say that in the past few years, I have really spent a lot of thought on this. Generally speaking, unless I am a professional research partner with me, I am not willing to talk."

Qin Xiaoyun smiled, relieved, "Director Zhao, don't worry, I am not a commercial spy."

‘I know that the person recommended by Mr. Lu can’t be a bad person if he wants to come. Let’s talk about it. I would like to consult with you about memory loss, whether it is for yourself or for others. ’

"for……"

Qin Xiaoyun thought for a while, and finally said straightforwardly: "It's for myself."

"Oh?" Director Zhao looked at Qin Xiaoyun's gaze a little deeper. It seems that you are still young and behave very well, unlike people with amnesia. Generally speaking, there are only two types of amnesia, one One is congenital self-diseased memory loss. Generally speaking, it is caused by Alzheimer’s or sudden diseases. The other is traumatic amnesia, such as a head hit in a car accident. But this is not easy to say, there are some special cases, some People who drink alcohol will suffer from alcohol intoxication and will lose their memory when they wake up. So girl, what kind of you are?

"Trauma accident type."

"Injury accident?" Director Zhao continued to look at it, and then asked bluntly: "Where was the injury?"

"On the head, it should be. Actually, I don’t know exactly. I had an accident a few years ago. It was an airplane accident. Then I was a survivor. When I woke up, I didn’t remember anything. I have suffered severe injuries. I have undergone several operations on my head, face, body, and even skin grafts on my face."

"It's hard to tell if you are in this situation. Have you ever seen a doctor for memory loss?"

"I have seen it. I had an operation not long ago."

Director Zhao stood up immediately, then walked to Qin Xiaoyun's front: "Craniotomy? Jian does not recommend showing me the location of the operation."

"can."

Qin Xiaoyun lifted the hair on the back of his head, and it turned out that one piece was shaved, but his hair was usually blocked, so he couldn't see it.

Director Zhao squinted, and the light reflected from the presbyopic glasses.

"It looks like this operation hasn't taken long."

"Yes, less than a month."

"Well, judging by the degree of wound healing, this operation should be considered successful. Well, this stitching is also good. As long as you take care of it, there will be no scars."

"Yes, the doctor I was looking for was fairly authoritative, so the technique was not bad."

"Since you have a good attending doctor, what else do you come to see me for? Why? The diagnosis and treatment failed?"

"I can't say that, but it seems that what you said was not completely wrong. I did recover some memories after the operation, but they were all fragments. Because there is nothing to connect together, I can't tell the truth from the false. Sometimes I even wonder, are those my memories, or my imagination? My dreams?"

"A piece of memory? Is there no one that can be connected?"

"Yeah! Yes, very rarely, no, almost none, some of them are thought back and then rushed."

"Are there any other symptoms? For example, when thinking of these fragments of memories, will there be any headaches."

Qin Xiaoyun paused, and then seriously began to think about it, "It seems that the headache is a little bit, but it is not that kind of exaggerated, and I am not sure if it is because of the operation. After all, I thought about things too much before. There are some symptoms, and, relatively speaking, I do have a lot of things this time."

"Well, what do you want to ask me when you came here today?"

"Well, Dr. Zhao, I actually took that medicine."

"That medicine? What medicine?"

Qin Xiaoyun pursed her mouth, somewhat unspeakable, her hand tightly tugged at the corner of her clothes, and her whole person was enveloped in a kind of nameless fear and tension.

"Doctor Zhao, then I just said it straight, thinking that Meimei told me about your identity, so in this medicine, you are actually an insider. I don't think there is any need to hide it from you, and you may know better than me. Many."