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Professor Cheng is sharing his experience with night shift doctors in the hospital office.

Professor Cheng stood in the middle of the office, holding the film up to the fluorescent lamp, and the three doctors on duty gathered with him.

Seven Snow Whites surrounded them.

These seven Snow Whites are not some intern students of Professor Cheng, but extras Duan Zhonghua hired from a model company. They have no lines, and the performing arts company hired by Brother Gou and Director Liu is not the same group of people.

"Look, this is the frontal lobe. Generally, epileptic seizures are most related to this part. Here, next to the frontal lobe, this part of the shadow is the part of the brain tumor. Most people don't look carefully and can't see it. Don't look at this part. Not much..."

"Professor Cheng! Professor Cheng! It's bad! My uncle—he—"

The doctors in the office have never seen any big storms, as long as it is not a lover who comes to the door with a gun and a patient with a murder weapon, they are generally not afraid of it.

Seeing the anxiety on Brother Gou's face, none of the doctors were in a hurry. After all, it was impossible to save the dying and heal the wounded.

"Take a deep breath and speak slowly."

Professor Cheng put down the film and said.

Brother Gou wanted to take a deep breath, you old bastard, you lost my uncle's memory!

"My uncle, there seems to be something wrong with him, he doesn't know anyone anymore!"

In the ward, Duan Xiaoming retreated to the corner where the sofa was placed, leaning forward slightly, with his hands stretched out in front of him, his fingers swaying openly.

"Dad, don't get excited, Dad, think about it carefully, I'm your son, Xiao Ming!"

Duan Zhonghua stood on the bed and yelled.

"My son Duan Xiaoming is only eight years old! Call Meimei and Xiaoming here!"

"Dad, I am Xiao Ming!"

"You don't look like me at all, how could it be me, Xiaoming."

"I look like my mother!"

"Who is your mother?"

"My mother is Han Meimei. That's why you named me Xiaoming. I don't know what kind of brain circuit you have. My classmates always ask me if my father's name is Li Lei!"

"Your father's name is Li Lei?"

"My father is you, and I am your son Duan Xiaoming!"

"It's nonsense, the foreword is wrong and the afterword is wrong-if you don't call my wife and my son, I will call the police. You want to bring down my company, right? I know you will do everything you can to suppress your competitors, but I Let me tell you, this is in China, it is impossible to allow profiteers like you colluding with foreign forces to succeed!"

Duan Xiaoming was very anxious and had to continue explaining.

"Your birthday is May 5th, and mom's birthday is March 25th. The first time you met was at a movie theater. The two of you rushed to buy the same popsicle at the end. Mom ate it first, and you got the other half." Food, you guys are so disgusting——Dad, don't be impulsive!"

"Who the hell are you? How do you know about me and Meimei? Are you spying on me?"

"Bang!"

The door of the ward was pushed open by gravity.

Professor Cheng brought the seven Snow Whites to the ward in a hurry to follow Brother Gou.

"China!"

Professor Cheng sipped at Duan Zhonghua who was standing on the hospital bed.

Duan Zhonghua was still very excited.

"Old Cheng, Uncle Cheng, you came just in time, hurry up and call the police for me, this kid pretends to be my son, arrest him quickly!"

Duan Xiaoming was so anxious that tears almost came out.

Seeing Professor Cheng, he hurriedly said, "My dad only remembers what happened before I was eight years old, and he can't remember anything after that."

Professor Cheng nodded: "Well, let me do it!"

"China, do you trust me?"

"Yes, but I can't trust this kid, and the kid behind you."

Brother Gou was displeased: "That means, you can trust their seven beauties?"

Duan Zhonghua glanced at the seven Snow Whites and said, "This world will eventually belong to women. I believe them, but I don't believe you two!"

Professor Cheng took two steps forward: "Zhonghua, you can trust me, so calm down first, don't stand, sit down first, okay?"

Duan Zhonghua glanced at Professor Cheng, then sat down.

"You let them out."

Professor Cheng turned around: "Go out."

Duan Xiaoming hesitated, Brother Gou pulled his sleeve and gave him a wink, implying that he followed him out.

The seven Snow Whites followed suit.

Duan Zhonghua's voice came from behind Gouge and Duan Xiaoming who were facing the door: "The seven of them can stay."

Duan Xiaoming gritted his teeth angrily: "A son is no better than seven girls!"

Brother Gou pulled him outside the door.

"Can I tell you responsibly that your father was taken away?"

"what?"

"It's just that someone traveled over and took your father's body!"

"Brother Dog, do you read too much Qiqiwen? In this case, can you stop joking."

"It's not a joke. There are traces to follow. Your father has never been interested in female sex. He has only been loyal to his cousin all his life. Look at him just now. He lost his principles when he saw seven underdeveloped girls. There is something strange in it!"

"I only care about my dad's memory now."

"Isn't Professor Cheng in there? He is the best brain surgery expert in Shenzhen."

"Well, the best brain surgery experts in Shenzhen have cured my dad into amnesia—"

The door of the ward opened, and Professor Cheng came out.

Followed by seven students inseparable.

"Xiao Ming, there are two pieces of news, one good news and one bad news."

Brother Gou took a step away: "I'll go, why does everyone like to play this?"

Duan Xiaoming remembered his father's battle of wits and courage with him every time, so he said: "Say bad news!"

Hmph, I told you the bad news, let me see if you have any good news.

If you can still say it, it means that it is really good news.

"The bad news is that your dad has indeed lost his memory."

Duan Xiaoming replied angrily: "We have already seen this."

"There are many kinds of amnesia. Judging from the current situation, if there is no recent trauma or concussion, then the possibility of retrograde amnesia is relatively high."

"Professor Cheng, my uncle's retrograde, can he recover?"

Brother Gou asked concerned.

"It depends on the recovery situation. According to my clinical experience for so many years, it should be temporary amnesia, and the chance of recovery is very high. Of course, it is not ruled out that it may be permanent amnesia—"

Duan Xiaoming endured it for a long time, and then broke out: "Aren't you the best brain surgery expert? My dad trusted you so much, but you made him lose his memory. What you say now is still so ambiguous. You are an expert, and you have to compensate my dad." memory, you pay!"

Brother Gou hurriedly comforted Duan Xiaoming.

Professor Cheng replied: "I am an expert in brain surgery, yes, but the human brain is a very complex structure, which is composed of nerve fibers and corpus callosum. For amnesia, there is currently no clear and specific treatment method in clinical practice. Self-healing or outside help—"

"That's your friend, your junior, not a patient!"

Duan Xiaoming was in a very bad mood.

Brother Gou patted him on the back. In fact, Brother Gou wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but he was too tall, and it was tiring to raise his hand to pat him.

"Xiao Ming, don't get excited, Professor Cheng will definitely find a way to solve it, let's listen to what the professor has to say."

"What about the good news?"

Duan Xiaoming took the initiative to change the subject.

"The good news is that your father's body is still recovering well after the operation. Most people can only move slightly after a few hours, and get out of bed in three to five days. Now he is bouncing around, alive and well—"

"This is also good news? Believe it or not, I'll beat you up. You're an old bone. If you don't retire, what disease will you treat?"

Duan Xiaoming exploded with anger!

But even if the anger explodes, there is no way to restore Duan Zhonghua's memory immediately.

For the next three days, Duan Xiaoming stayed with him outside the ward.

Duan Zhonghua's amnesia symptoms did not improve at all.

Director Liu, Professor Cheng, and some of Duan Zhonghua's old subordinates all came to the hospital to visit him, and he was calm and calm, except for Duan Xiaoming and Brother Gou, who would yell whenever they saw him.

Not to mention entering the ward, sometimes, when Duan Xiaoming looked in through the glass on the door of the ward, Duan Zhonghua would go crazy and even throw things at him.

He yelled for his wife Han Meimei to bring eight-year-old Duan Xiaoming to see him.

Don't listen to anyone's explanation.

Even if everyone tells him that it is already 2020, he still doesn't believe it.

It was the morning of the fifth day after Duan Zhonghua's operation.

The doctor in charge of recovery said to Duan Xiaoming, whose eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, at the door of the ward: "How about, Mr. Duan, you go back first. You and Mr. Dog staying here will not benefit the patient's recovery at all. would worsen his memory loss."

Duan Xiaoming was depressed: "Okay, I'll discuss it with my brother-in-law, and he went to buy food for me."

After Brother Gou came back, the two discussed it, and there was really no other way.

Let's go back.

When parting, Duan Xiaoming glanced at the ward, and Duan Zhonghua picked up his smartphone, which he was not used to playing before, and threw it over him habitually.

The phone hit the glass accurately, which shocked Duan Xiaoming.

With red eyes, he said to Brother Gou, "Let's go, I should go back and take a shower, my body stinks."

Director Liu patted him on the shoulder.

"Xiao Ming, don't worry, uncle will take good care of your father."

"Well, thank you uncle."

Duan Xiaoming and Brother Gou left the hospital in the car arranged by Director Liu and arrived at the high-speed rail station.

China has a huge population, especially in Shenzhen.

Duan Xiaoming was in a bad mood, he was walking on the square outside the high-speed rail station, Brother Gou followed him.

The two walked among the hurried crowd of people coming and going.

Duan Xiaoming looked extremely lonely.

in the hospital.

Director Liu called Brother Gou.

"Get in the car, okay? Call me when you get home and help take care of Xiao Ming."

After hanging up the phone, he said to Duan Zhonghua who was sleeping on the hospital bed: "Brother Hua, please remember quickly."

After speaking, he sighed again.

The sleeping Duan Zhonghua slowly reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"Old Liu, call the nurse to pull out the needle for me."

"Okay, Brother Hua."

"Well, then go through the discharge procedures."

"Huh? Brother Hua, this—"

The recovery period for amnesia is very long, and Professor Cheng explained that he must stay in the hospital for a few more months.

"Haha, I don't have amnesia, did I deceive you all?"

"This—Brother Hua, you—I—"

"Don't you, my, I changed the script, discussed it with Uncle Cheng and acted well, so as not to fool you all, I'm afraid that kid will still be suspicious."

Director Liu was stunned, and took a few seconds to react.

"But your craniotomy—"

Duan Zhonghua laughed loudly: "Haha, there is no craniotomy."

Director Liu stretched out his hand to touch the wound on Duan Zhonghua's head, but stopped half way through.

"But this wound, this stitch—"

"Haha, the wound is real. My son is not that stupid. If I don't tell you the truth, will he believe it?"

Director Liu stood up with a snap.

Then he saluted a standard military salute.

"Brother Hua, you are a man, I, a veteran, salute you!"

What a pity for the hearts of parents in the world!
At this time, Duan Xiaoming was on the fast-moving high-speed rail, flipping through the group photos of his parents and himself in his mobile phone, and was crying.

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