Sweetheart,Come Back!

But just a moment of confusion, remember, not long ago, also called his brother, it seems that she really is his sister.

Anyin's brain is more confused.

"Sister?" Qin Jian thought of feng'er calling him little brother before. His handsome face was cold, "are you feng'er?"

"I'm not feng'er. I'm an Yin." Anyin has no doubt about this.

Qin Jian stares at an Yin and frowns.

"You let go of me. I have someone I like. It's not good to pull and talk." Anyin struggled even harder.

"Who do you like?"

"I don't know." Anyin can't remember.

What a mess?

Qin Jian's face became more and more ugly. He was about to attack. When he turned back, the curator held a clean white handkerchief, which smelled of anesthetic.

The curator patted Qin Jian, motioning him not to move, and then covered an Yin's mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

After a few seconds, an Yin's eyes closed and her body fell down.

Qin Jian's hand took her head, put her body down slowly, "can be the soul devour?"

"No, it's like insanity. Why don't you ask my wife to give her a check-up? "

The curator's wife is also a doctor, but a psychiatrist.

"No problem." Qin Jian picked up an Yin and went out in a hurry. He wanted to step on the accelerator and went to the psychiatric hospital opened by his wife.

The medicine given to an Yin by the curator is only ten minutes old.

By the time she arrived at the hospital, anyin had come to her senses and was back to normal. Seeing that she was standing at the door, she looked puzzled at Qin Jian: "what are we doing here?"

"Don't you have a headache? Check it out. "

An Yin's memory of what happened just now has become blurred. She can't remember clearly, but she still has some pain in her head. Seeing that Qin Jian is serious again, she can't say what she refuses. She follows Qin Jian into spirit and finds the curator's wife.

After an hour and a half, anyin finished all the tests.

The curator's wife is more than 60 years old, but her hair is all white. However, her face is smooth and ruddy, with few wrinkles. She looks very delicate and feels very reliable and approachable.

After reading the inspection report, the curator's wife said, "you should have been stimulated a lot recently. Your mood is not very good."

"A little bit. Doctor, am I mentally ill

"No The curator's wife turned off the surveillance. "What I'm saying to others may be ridiculous, but I think you can understand it."

"Say it."

"Normally, one person has only one soul, but you have two souls in your body, so you may have two memories. If the memories of two souls are crossed together, it is easy to cause confusion in the brain

An Yin frowns, feng'er did not remember, but about feng'er, she is not willing to easily tell others, silent not to accept the words of the curator's wife.

The current situation of an Yin is not a problem, but the curator's wife does not expose it. She feels an Yin's closed consciousness and knows that she is not willing to mention another soul matter.

Another way to continue, "if you don't mind hypnosis, I can give you a hypnosis, calm your mood, should make you more comfortable."

Anyin learned medicine and did not resist psychotherapy. She nodded, "that's troublesome for you."

"This is my job." The curator's wife pointed to the couch in the treatment room. "You go and lie down there now."

PS: good night.