Godly Pretending System

Qin long stood in front of the gray black whirlpool at the gate of "kan". After a little hesitation, he decided to go in.

The reason is very simple. Even if he made a mistake, it would be no loss if he recalculated again. However, he didn't want to deal with his own memories when he just came to qinlongli, and then asked Yan Ruyu: "Ruyu, what's the matter with me? It's like having a terrible nightmare, but now I can't remember anything. "

"Husband, don't worry. The doctor says that you will have memory disorder for a short time after you wake up. This is normal. As long as you have a good rest, you will recover as usual."

Yan Ruyu kisses Qin long on the forehead, and then says with red eyes: "a few days ago, you came back from a business trip, and then you were hit by a drunk driver. There was an accident. When I got to the hospital, you were already in the rescue. Fortunately, you don't have any serious problems, or I can't live without you."

Qin long was puzzled when he heard Yan Ruyu say this, because he could not remember these things at all, but he did not think about it deeply. He just took out a hand to touch Yan Ruyu's hair, and Yan Ruyu gently leaned his upper body against Qin Long's side and hugged him.

"The doctor said that your trauma is not serious, and it will be good after a period of time, but the concussion on the brain is not easy to say. If you can wake up and recover your memory, then it will be OK. I'm afraid that you will be damaged in intelligence, memory, spirit and other aspects after waking up."

Yan Ruyu hugged Qin long and said gently, "you just wake up now. You should get used to it and recover in the past two days. I'll tell you more about the past to help you recover. Then the doctor will come to give you a test later. If there is no problem, we can go home."

Yan Ruyu's words sound OK, but Qin long always feels that something is wrong.

"Is it because of the concussion in my brain that makes me suspicious?"

Qin long puzzled to think, decided to put down these problems.

In any case, he just woke up, or first a good adaptation, recovery is good.

In the next three days, Yan Ruyu took good care of Qin long. In her spare time, she kept talking about their past with Qin long.

Qin long with these days to adapt, and Yan Ruyu accompany, gradually dispel their doubts.

"Maybe it's the sequela of concussion. I have to ask the doctor later."

Three o'clock this afternoon is the appointed time for the doctor to check Qin long.

Qin long didn't tell Ruyu about the strange distrust of reality in the center these days. He didn't want to make her worry, so he decided to wait until the doctor came and ask her what the situation was.

"Here you are, doctor Jia."

Yan Ruyu saw a middle-aged man with eyes, a white coat and gentle manners enter the ward. She quickly got up and said hello to him.

Doctor Jia nodded, then looked at Qin long: "Qin long, how are you feeling these two days?"

On the day Qin long just woke up, he met doctor Jia once. According to Ruyu, this is his doctor in charge.

"The body has basically no problem, memory, with the help of such as jade can also recall most of the."

Qin long answered doctor Jia with a smile.

"Well, that's good."

Doctor Jia also laughed, and then said to Yan Ruyu: "family members should avoid it first, and then I will do a formal test."

Yan Ruyu nods, takes Qin long and kisses him on the forehead, then reluctantly walks out of the ward.

After Yan Ruyu went out, a young nurse came in, closed the door, drew the curtain, and put two stools beside Qin Long's bed.

She took out a notepad and a fountain pen and nodded to Dr. Jia.

Seeing that he was ready, doctor Jia sat down with the nurse and said to Qin long, "well, Qin long, let's officially start."

At first, Dr. Jia talked with him about some detailed feelings in recent days. Then he took out three pieces of paper from his briefcase, took out a red one and said, "let's test your current intelligence."

Then, doctor Jia read some questions to Qin long and asked him to answer them.