"Nan Huan, we will fly over in a week at most, don't worry."
Nan Xin raised her eyes, "Are you so sure?"
Sheng Xixiu took out a tissue, wiped his fingers, and looked into her eyes for a moment: "After the consultation in the afternoon, I will take you somewhere. You will know the reason!"
Nan Xin was dubious and hummed, "Okay."
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At two o¡¯clock in the afternoon, Sheng Xixiu and Nan Xin appeared in Tang Yan¡¯s studio.
Tang Yan opened a psychological clinic and was good at hypnotherapy. However, he was a top medical student. It was just because of his hobbies that he later opened a studio that specializes in mental illness.
After careful expert consultation, Tang Yan concluded that Nan Xin had pathological amnesia.
To put it simply and concisely, she suffered a huge impact on her head and a blood clot pressed on some of her brain nerves, which is why she lost her memory.
In most cases, a craniotomy is required to remove the blood clot. Or there is a more conservative treatment, taking medicine that promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis, which is slow and not necessarily effective.
Therefore, Tang Yan¡¯s final suggestion is to open the skull!
Obviously, Sheng Xixiu disagreed. He said to Tang Yan, "Is there no other way but to open the skull?"
Tang Yan said: "No, she has pathological amnesia. If the blood stasis on the back of her head is not removed, there is no way to recover her memory."
There is actually a reason why Sheng Xixiu chose Tang Yan to treat Nan Xin. He said, "Aren't you good at deep hypnosis? Can't deep hypnosis awaken latent memories?"
"There is such talk, but my level is not good enough."
Sheng Xixiu frowned and narrowed his eyes: "Don't tell me, Fusang is okay?"
Tang Yan nodded, "It has to be him. He is the best at this kind of Jianghu magic. Otherwise, how could you have fallen into his hands and almost bewitched your mind by him?"
Sheng Xi Xiu didn¡¯t say anything for a while. After being quiet for a while, he said, ¡°How sure are you?¡±
Tang Yan did not dare to say 100%, he conservatively estimated: "70%!"
This number made Sheng Xixiu's heart flutter. He nodded and said expressionlessly: "Well, I'll arrange it!"
Tang Yan's eyes darkened slightly and he said calmly: "He probably won't be willing. After all, you were the one who caught his mother and later sentenced her to a suspended death sentence."
Sheng Xixiu raised his eyebrows and curled his thin lips lightly: "Death reprieve, isn't it because you are not dead yet?"
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After Sheng Xixiu chatted with Tang Yan, he called Li Beicheng in western Yunnan.
Li Beicheng was kneeling on the washboard at that time, and it took him a while to take out his cell phone from his trouser pocket.
He didn¡¯t dare to answer the call yet. He looked at his wife like a little puppy, ¡°Be careful, I was wrong, okay? Husband, please answer the phone?¡±
Tian Xin stared at him, "Kneel down, who told you to move?"
Li Beicheng groaned in his heart, "Baby, I was really wrong. I won't dare to drink again next time. I swear to God, if I drink again, I will be a turtle bastard. God will strike me with thunder Well, God will strike me with thunder If thunder bombing doesn't work, then you can punish me by cutting off a few chickens, okay?"
This oath was poisonous enough. When Tian Xin looked at the name displayed on his phone, it was Sheng Shuai from the capital. His dark eyes rolled, "Kneel down and take it!"
Li Beicheng nodded repeatedly, "Yeah, my wife asked me to kneel down to pick her up. I will never stand up to pick her up."
¡°Turn on the speakers!¡±
"Open"
The call was answered, "Beicheng, do you still remember Fusang's mother, right?"
Li Beicheng thought for a long time before he had some impression, "Remember, isn't that bastard Fusang's biological mother?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com