Four days later, Wang Chao, who was still in a coma, was sent back to Longcheng People's Hospital for further treatment. Wang Chao's wife, Zhao Wenjing, quit her job to take care of Wang Chao who was in a coma. According to the doctor, although there was no obvious trauma on Wang Chao's head, the stick hurt his brain, and he may wake up at any time, or never wake up for the rest of his life.

Xu Yiman noticed that Shao Lao seemed to have a deep resistance to the word "vegetative". Whenever he mentioned this, Shao Lao closed his eyes and said nothing.

No one knows when Wang Chao will wake up, and no one can help Wang Chao himself. Now Wang Chao can only rely on himself, to see if his desire to survive is strong. Zhao Wenjing has been by her husband's side, holding his hand. At this moment, Wang Chao was full of tubes and wounds.

Zhao Wenjing's presence here is of no use. With Wang Chao's current wound, Zhao Wenjing's desire to wipe her husband's body is prohibited. Wang Chao's body was always dirty, which was the result of blood seeping out of the gauze and solidifying again.

"He has been stubborn all his life." Zhao Wenjing blushed, turned her head and said to several people: "He has been stubborn since he was a child, and he has to climb up a tree that other children can't climb, even if he falls, he has to continue. When he was in junior high school, he chased thieves, and he was beaten by a few people, but he didn't let go. His academic performance was not good, but he had to go to the police academy in high school. He is such a person, and no one can stop him from doing what he wants to do. Even if you risk your life, you have to do it.”

While holding Wang Chao's hand, Zhao Wenjing rambled about Wang Chao's affairs.

In fact, she didn't say it to others, she said it to Wang Chao, who was in a coma, and also to herself.

"Then let's leave first." Shao Lao looked at Zhao Wenjing, thought for a moment and then said, "Take care of him, don't worry about the cost, this is the weakest thing we can do."

With that said, several people left the ward.

Looking through the window glass of the ward, Zhao Wenjing was still muttering something to say to Wang Chao and to herself.

Jiang He took a taxi, and on the way home, no matter how the taxi driver spoke, he kept silent. And this is different from the ordinary Jiang He. The ordinary Jiang He will definitely be happy to argue with the taxi driver. Jiang He doesn't know what happened to him, he has a feeling that he doesn't understand.

When Jiang He got off the taxi and was about to go up the second floor from the stairs outside, he happened to meet Shui Xinlan and his boyfriend coming out of the house.

"Uncle?" Shui Xinlan was still very excited when she saw Jiang He.

"Huh?" Jiang He turned his head: "What's wrong?"

"Can't I call you for nothing?" Shui Xinlan said.

"Yes." Jiang He replied.

Shui Xinlan snorted coldly: "You are still so confused."

Jiang He looked at Shui Xinlan and the boyfriend beside her, and while walking to the second floor without looking back, he said, "I wish you all a happy western meal."

"How did you know we were going to eat western food?" Shui Xinlan shouted.

Jiang He had already entered the house.

Shui Xinlan looked at the empty stairs in a daze, and couldn't help but say, "Nervous."

And Shui Xinlan's boyfriend looked at Shui Xinlan, wondering what he was thinking.

Jiang He returned home and did nothing. He didn't study the clouds in the sky or the ants on the ground. He lay down on the bed and started to sleep, not thinking about anything. His bed was full of dirty clothes, and he didn't even take off his shoes, he just pulled the quilt and started to sleep, as if he wanted to sleep in the dark.

Jiang He slept for a full day and night. He dreamed of the scene when a high-rise building exploded behind him when he was six years old. He didn't even get to see his parents for the last time. hands, worried that she would not be able to live after her death. He also dreamed that Wang Chao, who was in the hospital bed, never woke up.

In the dream, time seemed to extend infinitely. As a hyper-amnesiac patient, Jiang He couldn't forget anything. Every detail in the dream was a scene that actually happened. Jiang He never dreamed of things that didn't happen. He lost his imagination in his dreams, he was in pain, and it wasn't like he could escape when he was awake.

With a splitting headache, Jiang He woke up from his dream and let out a roar of pain. In order to relieve this pain, he pulled his hair, he scratched his big legs with his fingernails, and only pulled out the strands of hair by the roots, only the flesh and blood of the big legs were blurred, so as to relieve the inside of the head. of severe pain.

"Jiang He, Uncle!"

He grabbed Jiang He's arm with both hands, and Jiang He immediately hugged the man. Jiang He closed his eyes, he only felt that the person he was holding was soft and her body was fragrant. The pain came in waves, worse than a dog tearing the flesh off his arm, worse than cleaning the arm with rotting flesh without anesthesia.

It was almost a pain beyond the physical, it was a mental pain.

"Ah! Ah!" Jiang He kept roaring in a low voice.

"it's okay no problem!"

Shui Xinlan was hugged tightly by Jiang He, she could hardly breathe, she lightly patted Jiang He's back with her hands, stroking Jiang He's head like a kitten, and her voice was soft Jiang He comforted him.

Fortunately, Jiang He's headaches came in waves and wouldn't last for too long, but in just a few minutes, Jiang He was already sweating like rain, and he wanted to die.

Jiang He gradually calmed down, and Shui Xinlan was still whispering in a whisper, stroking Jiang He gently.

"It's okay, don't be afraid." Shui Xinlan said.

At this moment, Jiang He was extremely fragile. He was like a curled up puppy. Very few people had seen Jiang He like this.

Shao Lao and Xu Yiman once had a deep talk, hypermemory disorder does not affect a person's emotional cognition, hypermemory disorder is just unable to forget all the things experienced in life, but it will not make a person lose their feelings. But Jiang He never seemed to have feelings, he didn't know sadness, he didn't know happiness, he couldn't feel other people's feelings, and he didn't know whether he wanted to cry or laugh.

This was not caused by hyperamnesia to Jiang He, it was caused by Jiang He himself. He exposed his thorns like a hedgehog, and no one could see the depths of his heart. Over time, Jiang He himself had forgotten that he was a person with soft parts, and a normal person who could be happy, angry and sad.

"What time is it now?" Jiang He asked.

Shui Xinlan said angrily: "After you went upstairs, you have slept for a whole day and a night, like a pig, and there is no movement at all. If it wasn't for your smooth breathing, I really thought you were going to die."

"Did you stay with me upstairs all day?" Jiang He asked again.

Shui Xinlan let go of Wang Chao and pointed to the cold food beside him: "Yeah, when I came back that day, I felt something was wrong with you, you didn't look like a normal you, and I didn't see you tortured at night. ~When those old sows are over, I'll know what's going on with you, so I came up to find you, but I couldn't wake you up."

"You had a nightmare just now." Shui Xinlan said, "What did you dream about? It's scary."

Jiang He tapped his head lightly and said, "To be precise, it's not a nightmare, it's what happened."

As he spoke, Jiang He added, "I noticed that you are wearing a dress and makeup. These are not home clothes. Are you going to participate in some event?"

Shui Xinlan hit Jiang He and said helplessly: "I planned to participate in a novel awarding event with my boyfriend, but I was afraid that you would die in the house, so I didn't go there. Think about how to compensate me. ,landlord!"

"What award?" Jiang He asked.

"reasoning…"

Before Shui Xinlan could finish speaking, Jiang He's cell phone suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar number. Jiang He, who has hyperamnesia, never needs an address book, because anyone who has called Jiang He can remember their cell phone numbers. In other words, this number was the first time he had called Jiang He's phone.

"Hello, who are you?" Jiang He asked.

"Officer Jiang? Is that Officer Jiang?" a voice asked.

"It's me? Who are you?" Jiang He said.

The voice on the other side seemed a little anxious, she said, "It's just you, Officer Jiang, I'm Song Xiangmei's mother, come and see what happened to Song Xiangmei, she was fine, but suddenly she went crazy. We don't know what's going on. Officer Jiang, you brought Xiangmei back, and we can't do anything about it, that's why we thought of you."

"Is Song Xiangmei crazy?" Jiang He was puzzled.

Song Xiangmei's mother replied: "Yes, the doctor in the hospital has already made an identification, saying that Song Xiangmei has been persecuted and delusional or something. To put it bluntly, it is a mental illness. If there is no way to do it, we will also I don't want to trouble you, so come here."

"Tell me the address." Jiang He still decided to go.

If the hospital has confirmed Song Xiangmei's condition, then it is impossible for Song Xiangmei to pretend. And Song Xiangmei didn't need to pretend to be mentally ill, at least before He Caijie was released from prison, no one would embarrass Song Xiangmei. And Mr. He Caijie said that it would take more than ten years to get out of prison, and Song Xiangmei didn't need to be afraid to this extent.

But Song Xiangmei still hasn't answered Jiang He's question. This is one of the most important reasons for Jiang He to see Song Xiangmei.

Jiang He sniffed the cold food beside him, but there was no odor, and it didn't look bad. Jiang He took two bites directly with his chopsticks, slightly sour.

"It's been all afternoon!" Shui Xinlan said, "I'll make it for you if you're hungry."

"No." Jiang He said inarticulately as he pulled into his mouth, "I'll leave right away. If you have nothing to do, help me clean the house."

With that said, Jiang He rushed out the door, leaving behind Shui Xinlan with a helpless expression.

"You really treat me as your nanny!" Shui Xinlan shouted angrily, "I also paid the rent, okay?"