Chapter 84 The villain from the previous world is reborn
After the examination, Mo Yan took Nanjia to the expert's office to hear the results.
Several experts looked at Nanjia’s film and found that the data was all normal and they didn’t find any problems.
Experts don’t understand the significance of Mo Yan calling them here.
"Miss Nan, everything is normal."
This reassured Mo Yan. What he was most worried about was that Nanjia would have physical problems if he suddenly appeared in this world, such as some kind of rejection reaction.
Mo Yan glanced at Nan Jia who was not concerned about his situation. He said calmly: "But Nan Nan has lost his memory." Keep your eyes on the doctor.
Nanjia’s heartbeat was racing. The doctor couldn’t tell that he was pretending to have amnesia, right?
Even if they can tell, as long as you insist that you don't remember, you can still fool them, right?
"Amnesia?"
The expert paused and looked down at the film in his hand.
"No blood clots were found, and there are no problems with the temporal and frontal lobes."
Nanjia's body was tense. When the doctor's eyes swept over, Nanjia didn't know what to do with his hands. How to put it.
"Miss Nan, when did you lose your memory? Is it indirect or do you not remember anything?"
"I don't remember anything, I just... don't remember anything."
Nan Jia could only think of this sentence as he went back and forth
The expert thought for a while and said: " In addition to amnesia caused by a blow to the head, psychological factors may also cause amnesia, such as huge mental setbacks and shocks.”
Nanjia’s eyes lit up, thank you so much to the doctor, he completely thought it over for himself. reason.
Nan Jia quickly nodded in agreement with the doctor: "Hmm, I think I may be in the second situation."
Feeling Mo Yan's cool gaze, Nanjia's heart skipped a beat. She quickly excused herself: "Because there are no obvious scars on my body, I think my second spirit must have been greatly stimulated."
Mo Yan asked: "Is there any solution?"
"No, you can only recover by yourself. Can you Take her to some familiar scenes and do some things that she has done before, maybe this can stimulate her memory."
Mo Yan's expression showed no emotion or anger, and he nodded: "Okay."
After leaving the hospital, Nanjia kept looking at Mo Yan. She asked in a low voice: "I have lost my memory. Are you angry?"
With a smile on his face, Mo Yan gently rubbed Nan Jia's head: "No, it doesn't matter whether you remember it or not."
What does it matter if you don't remember it? The results are the same.
Nan Jia held his hand and her tone was slightly flattering: "The relationship between us must be very good. I must love you very much."
Nan Jia was thinking very much. Simple: I already said I love you, so you shouldn’t be angry, right?
“Yes, the relationship is very good.”
Mo Yan had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold and thin.
He always thought that the relationship between the two was very good, and the loving couple would stay together until their old age.
As a result, reality gave him a loud slap in the face. Now he began to doubt whether she really loved him. Was her previous life just a show?
If she loves him, why doesn’t she come to him?
Mo Yan restrained the emotions in his eyes, and he said gently and gently: "Let's go, I will take you to eat delicious food."
"Are you taking me to my favorite restaurant?"
Mo Yan paused for a moment. There were so many restaurants that Nan Jia loved to eat, and he really couldn't tell which one it was.
Nan Jia didn’t want to embarrass Mo Yan, so she suggested: “I want to eat hot pot, okay?”
There was no hot pot in the previous world, and she wanted to die. Mo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Nan Jia: "Didn't you lose your memory? How come you still know about hot pot?"
Nan Jia sighed, raised her little face and looked at Mo Yan with resentment in her eyes: "Mo Mo, I have lost my memory. I am not stupid. I am not mentally retarded. I still have some basic common sense in life, right?"
Mo Yan thought about it carefully and realized that Nan Jia’s words did make some sense.
When we arrived at the hot pot restaurant, Nanjia picked up the menu and blurted out: "I want a mandarin duck pot."
"I'm sorry, miss, we don't have a mandarin duck pot here, we only have butter, but it can be less spicy, do you think that's okay?"
Nan Jia wrinkled her face: "How come there is no mandarin duck pot? Where is the pot? ”
Mo Yan said calmly: "Let's get butter."
Nan Jia held the menu and looked up at Mo Yan: "You have a stomachache, can you eat so spicy?"
Mo The movement of Yan's hand froze, and he raised his eyelids, staring straight at Nan Jia.
Nan Jia was stared at so hard that she quickly lowered her head to look at the menu.
Nanjia was too panicked, so she started to read the menu to keep her mind awake: "Exquisite fat beef, top-quality snowflakes, beef brain..."
Mo Yan put his hand on Nan Jia's. He held Nan Jia's white and tender fingers and said affectionately: "Nan Nan, why do you think I have stomach problems?"
"I don't know, either. I think so subconsciously. Maybe I love you too much, so I remember all these small details."
Mo Yan pinched Nan. Jia's hand said: "Really? But, Nannan, you seem to have remembered it wrong. I don't have stomach problems. You...did you remember it as someone else?"
"No?" Nanjia's eyes flashed. Surprised
Nan Jia subconsciously asked in her heart: "Qingshengshengsheng, what's going on? Mo Yan doesn't have any stomach problems?"
Not getting a reply, Nanjia suddenly thought of survival in this world.
Mo Yan responded with certainty: "Yes, I don't have stomach problems. Why is Nan Nan so sure that I have it?"
Nan Jia looked at the menu and pretended not to care: "Oh, maybe I watched too many TV series and formed a habitual thinking. Don’t all the bosses in the TV series have stomach problems? "
"Really?" Mo Yandan said. Don't know what he wants to express.
Nanjia nodded, quickly ordered food and skipped this topic.
After eating, we faced the big problem of sleeping.
"Mo Mo, where do I usually live? I also seem to have lost my ID and so on. Do you want to take me to get a replacement?"
Mo Yan picked up the one beside him. He wiped Nanjia's mouth with a tissue and said gently: "You usually live with me. As for your ID? If you lose it, just throw it away."
You will be locked up by yourself in the end anyway, do you have an identity? What does the document have to do with it?
Go and live with Mo Yan? Nanjia suddenly felt alarm bells ringing in her heart. This is not a good idea!
"Momo, can I go live in my apartment? Although I am your fiancée, I have lost my memory now, so it is a bit awkward to live directly with you. I..."
Mo Yan explained with a smile : "Don't worry, we don't sleep in the same room. You live on the second floor and I live on the first floor."
"No, I mean..." Nanjia felt that it was more reliable for her to live there.
Mo Yan lowered his head and looked lonely. He murmured: "Nannan, you have become estranged from me after losing your memory. Do you dislike me now? Don't like me anymore?"
Nanjia quickly waved her hand and denied: "No, no, I didn't!"
(End of this chapter)