"Which dynasty was Kangxi the emperor of?"
"Have you heard of the novel "The Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty"?"
"… "
The doctor's questions for diagnosis were heard from time to time in the ward, mixed with the concerned voices of Mu Chong and his wife, who hoped that their son would remember their family. But knowing oneself and the enemy, Mu Tingzhou, who believed that he was the actor of the Grand Tutor, refused to answer any questions before he understood the surrounding situation. Some of them were unwilling to answer, and some of them were actually unable to answer.
He is the Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty, who is Kangxi
Mu Tingzhou didn't know, but he had no expression on his face, and no one could tell what was going on in his mind.
Medical examinations showed that he was in good health. The doctors initially judged that Mu Tingzhou's brain damage affected his memory and they mistakenly thought he was an ancient person in the play. However, how much did Mu Tingzhou remember? Because he refused to cooperate and answer, the doctors were helpless. Dou Jing cried more than she talked, while Mu Chong was relatively calm, but his son ignored him. What was the use of being calm
"Uncle and aunt, you go and read the report with Doctor Li first. I'll talk to Tingzhou."
The atmosphere in the ward was stiff and solemn, and Xiao Zhao suddenly suggested.
Mu Chong looked at his son and nodded in agreement. His son had grown up and lived away from home all year round, coming home only a few times. Xiao Zhao had indeed spent more time with his son and it was easier for him to get him to speak.
Everyone had left and the VIP ward became empty. Xiao Zhao closed the door and walked back to the bed with one hand in his pocket.
Mu Tingzhou leaned against the head of the bed, looking at him with deep dark eyes.
Xiao Zhao was familiar with this look; Mu Tingzhou looked at people this way when he played the role of Taifu.
Xiao Zhao sat down after turning on the recording on his phone and smiled at Mu Tingzhou: "Master Taifu, it is not a good idea to continue to be in a stalemate. How about this, you and I ask each other questions, answer each other, and understand each other, then we can solve the current dilemma. Otherwise, if you don't cooperate, you will be trapped here for another day."
Mu Tingzhou lowered his eyes.
Xiao Zhao poured himself a glass of water and waited patiently.
“Who is Mu Tingzhou?”
About three minutes later, the person on the bed asked in a low voice.
"This is a long story, you should read it yourself." Xiao Zhao opened the notebook prepared on the table, searched for "Mu Tingzhou" on Baidu, clicked on the entry, and then handed the notebook to Mu Tingzhou, and briefly introduced it: "Laptop computers are a multifunctional tool, and searching for information is one of them."
Mu Tingzhou frowned, and tried to digest it, then looked at the key points first.
He watched as Xiao Zhao temporarily acted as a translator, explaining words that Mu Tingzhou might not understand at the moment: "This is the calendar of our dynasty, year, month, day... Beijing is the imperial capital of our dynasty, and its geographical location is similar to that of the capital of the Ming Dynasty... Actors are a profession, similar to Ming Dynasty actors, but their status is equal to that of others, and good actors are very respected..."
Xiao Zhao's words were easy to understand. Mu Tingzhou had lost his memory, but his IQ was still off the charts. An hour later, through this page of Baidu entries for "Mu Tingzhou", Mu Tingzhou learned a lot more about "modern times", especially a series of film and television industry terms, such as popularity, awards, and TV dramas. He roughly understood what was going on.
"It's my turn to ask you."
Closing the notebook, Xiao Zhao pushed up his glasses, looked directly at Mu Tingzhou and said, "Master, I want to know where you were and what major events happened before you woke up. I just spent half an hour answering your questions. My sincerity is evident. I hope Master will be honest with me." He used some ancient words considerately.
Mu Tingzhou was skeptical of Xiao Zhao, but he told the truth. Everyone knew that the previous emperor had passed away, so there was no need for him to hide it.
After Mu Tingzhou joined the crew, Xiao Zhao stayed by his side and immediately remembered the plot that Mu Tingzhou had mentioned. At that time, the plot had just begun, and the Grand Tutor had just taken over the young emperor and Princess Minghua... The problem was that the plot of "Da Ming" was simple in the early stage, and Mu Tingzhou was too immersed in the role in the later stage. If he really lost his memory because of being immersed in the role, how could Mu Tingzhou only remember the first part
Xiao Zhao couldn't figure it out.
"Why am I here?" It was Mu Tingzhou's turn to ask.
Looking at his best friend's serious face, Xiao Zhao said with a headache, "Because you are the movie emperor Mu Tingzhou, and the Grand Tutor is just a role in the TV series "The Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty". You were too immersed in the role and hit your head in a car accident, so your memory is disordered and you mistakenly thought you were the Grand Tutor."
Mu Tingzhou didn't believe it and his eyes turned cold, obviously he had lost trust in Xiao Zhao.
Now that the general situation was understood, Xiao Zhao saved the recording and went to see a doctor.
After listening to the recording, several doctors made another diagnosis of Mu Tingzhou's condition:
"Mr. Mu suffers from psychogenic amnesia. This type of amnesia has no physical symptoms and is purely psychological. It usually occurs after a painful blow and may recover on its own after a while... The patient may forget who he is, but remember how to drive and other skilled operations.
According to Mr. Xiao, the Grand Tutor had admired Princess Minghua all his life, and in the end Princess Minghua committed suicide. The Grand Tutor was too grief-stricken and died of depression. Mr. Mu may have been too immersed in the play. He thought he was the Grand Tutor, and he didn't want Princess Minghua to die, so he chose to forget that plot, and his memory was stuck before Princess Minghua..."
"Then how come you don't even remember your real life?" Dou Jing asked anxiously, unable to accept that her son didn't recognize his biological mother.
Several doctors looked at each other, and one of them said regretfully: "The brain structure is complex, and some diseases cannot be explained by modern medicine. In Mr. Mu's case, it is recommended that he receive psychological treatment."
Dou Jing looked worried.
"Let's give it a try." Mu Chong said tiredly.
Unfortunately, the couple underestimated their own son's character and intelligence. Mu Tingzhou firmly believed that he was the Grand Tutor. Although he could not understand why the surrounding environment had changed so drastically, he stubbornly blocked all attempts to persuade him to accept the status of the best actor. The psychologist intervened in the treatment, trying to induce Mu Tingzhou to open up his defenses, but Mu Tingzhou closed his eyes and mouth, pretending that the doctor did not exist. The doctor tried hypnosis, but Mu Tingzhou refused to cooperate actively. After discussing with Mu Chong and his wife, the doctor implemented a passive hypnosis, but the effect was not ideal, and Mu Tingzhou also had a negative emotional reaction.
Dou Jing didn't dare to force her son anymore.
"Aunt, Tingzhou is not an ordinary person. The more we push him, the more he resists. If we continue to use psychological therapy, I'm afraid he will lose his most basic trust in us and refuse us to approach him." Outside the ward, Xiao Zhao analyzed with a frown.
Mu Chong agreed: "The doctor also said that Tingzhou might remember it himself someday. With his IQ, we can't fool him even if we want to. Let's do it this way for now, step by step, little by little."
Dou Jing was full of worries.
"Aunt, Tingzhou should believe the little emperor and princess in the play the most. Qin Lei is only in elementary school. He went abroad with his family for the National Day holiday. It is not convenient to ask him to come. Mingwei is in the imperial capital. If uncle and aunt agree, I will ask her to come over. She will explain the car accident. Tingzhou may listen to it."
Dou Jing's eyes lit up, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw: "Do you have her contact information?"
Xiao Zhao smiled and took out his cell phone.
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Before receiving Xiao Zhao's call, Ming Wei was trying on the bridesmaid dress sent by Han Xiaoya. It was a light purple strapless dress with a knee-length skirt. It wasn't very beautiful, but it wasn't ugly either.
"He said he was the Grand Tutor?" Mingwei's jaw dropped in shock. The article only said that Mu Tingzhou woke up and did not mention amnesia at all.
"Well, the situation is complicated. Is it convenient for Miss Ming to come over? We need your help. After all, in Tingzhou's eyes, you are his princess."
Xiao Zhao spoke in a serious tone, but Ming Wei's face turned red. The title of princess was too shameful.
Unable to find a reason to refuse, Mingwei changed her clothes immediately.
There must be many reporters and fans waiting near the hospital. Mingwei tied her hair into a bun and wore a college style outfit, a nude sweater, light jeans, and white sneakers. She had no makeup on. On the one hand, she didn't want to attract extra attention, and on the other hand, she dressed simply to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings on the part of Mu Chong and his wife, who might suspect that she wanted to take the opportunity to win the favor of the movie emperor.
The relationship between the princess and the Grand Tutor is very close, so she has to be extremely cautious.
There is a fruit supermarket outside the community. Mingwei bought some fruits and took a taxi to the hospital.
The hospital has been on high alert recently for fear that fans would break in and cause trouble. Xiao Zhao informed those below in advance, so Mingwei was able to pass through unhindered.
Mu Tingzhou was given a sedative and was still sleeping.
Dou Jing and Mu Chong were waiting in the living room. When they saw Ming Wei brought in by Xiao Zhao, the couple were surprised. How could this new actor look like a high school student? From head to toe, from inside to outside, she exuded a sense of "purity".
"Hello, Director Mu, hello, Auntie." Ming Wei greeted them generously, "There are fans everywhere, I was afraid that buying too many gifts would be too eye-catching, so I just bought some fruits..."
"Miss Ming, you're too polite. I'm sorry to have troubled you to come all the way here." Dou Jing said apologetically and asked Ming Wei to sit next to her.
"Aunt, Mingwei is my friend, just call her by her name, don't be so formal." Xiao Zhao brought tea and smiled to ease the atmosphere.
Mingwei was flattered, but thinking back to the time she spent on the crew, Xiao Zhao did feel a bit like a friend to her.
Xiao Zhao was warm on the outside but cold on the inside, and he didn't recognize his friends easily. Dou Jing thought that Xiao Zhao was only warm to Ming Wei because he had something to ask for, and she couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to Ming Wei who was "used", and then felt even more guilty. She took Ming Wei's hand and praised her and thanked her. She could see that this girl came to help sincerely and didn't want to attract her movie star son.
"Don't be like this. I'm a newcomer. I have learned a lot from working with Mr. Mu. It's my honor to be able to help." Mingwei said sincerely.
Dou Jing sighed and started talking about her son's illness.
"Aunt, Tingzhou is about to wake up. Let Mingwei go in first." Xiao Zhao looked at his watch and reminded in a low voice.
"Thank you for your help." Dou Jing looked at Ming Wei expectantly.
So, Mingwei went to the ward alone despite the overwhelming pressure. Xiao Zhao and the other two stayed in the living room, holding their breath.
The second hand ticked away, and the man on the bed frowned and woke up.
He opened his eyes silently, and saw the unfamiliar furnishings in the room. His heart sank, and he looked to the side.
There was no man with glasses, no so-called doctors or nurses in white coats, no couple claiming to be his parents, but there was a slender girl. She was looking out the window, her clear eyes were looking at something, her long eyelashes were fluttering gently, and her skin was white and delicate, like the finest mutton-fat jade.
At first glance, he thought she looked familiar.
After taking another look, Mu Tingzhou suddenly recognized it!
"Your humble servant greets the princess."
Lifting the quilt, Mu Tingzhou jumped to the ground with lightning speed. Just as he was about to bow, he heard the sound of a chair sliding. He looked up in confusion and saw the princess sitting on the ground, looking at him in panic.
Mu Tingzhou instinctively examined himself and realized that he was only wearing a set of middle-length clothes. Mu Tingzhou regretted it deeply and immediately knelt down to apologize: "I am in prison and my clothes are in disarray. I have offended the princess. Please forgive me." He was about to kowtow.
"Don't!"
Mingwei screamed and hid far away as if she had been blown up. She leaned against the windowsill and looked at the actor kneeling there with horror and sympathy.
This, this person is seriously ill!