Yang Wangjie was hesitating about one thing in his office early in the morning - whether he should call Yin Xiaomei.
He questioned Hong Qing for a long time yesterday, and Hong Qing refused him on the grounds of patient confidentiality. However, the more she said this, the more Yang Wangjie felt that Xie Yi's illness was a little strange.
"Why do you have to know?" Hong Qing asked.
"I would like to know."
"This is not a necessary reason. Wait until you find a reason that can fully convince me, Xiao Yang."
"Sister Qing." Yang Wangjie pleaded.
“No, this is a question of professional ethics.”
Having risen to this point, Yang Wangjie had no choice but to give up, "Then... forget it."
"Xiao Yang, something's wrong with you?" Hong Qing said.
"No."
"You have a special relationship with Xie Yi?"
"How is that possible?" Yang Wangjie smiled helplessly.
Hearing the bitterness in his tone, Hong Qing finally understood.
"Do you like Miss Shen?"
"In the past, probably a little." Yang Wangjie covered up the past vaguely.
"Then you should really let it all go, Xiao Yang," Hong Qing said, "Xie Yi is a nice girl, but unfortunately she is not suitable for you."
Seeing how serious she was, Yang Wangjie laughed instead, "Sister Qing, this is your professional habit, you specialize in counseling people."
His words made Hong Qing feel that Shen Xieyi held a special place in Yang Wangjie's heart. This little brother of hers rarely had any entanglements with girls before, and rarely had any love affairs in his life, which had caused a group of older brothers and sisters to worry about him.
I just heard that he was very close to the eldest daughter of the Yin family recently, but I didn't know what kind of connection he had with her patient Shen Xieyi. Now it seems that he will be upset if I don't tell him. She thought about it and made a decision to be an irresponsible doctor.
"Actually, she doesn't have any disease. It's serious, but it's not serious either," she said.
"Huh?" Yang Wangjie was confused.
"She has amnesia."
"amnesia?"
"Psychogenic amnesia." Hong Qing added.
"Impossible." Yang Wangjie opened his eyes wide. "I don't know what kind of amnesia there is, but Xie Yi can't have it. She's just like a normal person. You can't tell that she has a forgetful personality."
"There are many types of psychogenic amnesia. Some people will forget everything including themselves. Some people will remember some people but forget others. Some people will remember the beginning but forget the end. Some people will remember other things but forget the most important things. Are you sure she remembers everything?"
Hong Qing did not say it explicitly, but asked him a question instead. She guessed that Yang Wangjie must have had doubts in his heart and kept asking her questions. She didn't believe that he didn't see the clues.
"Why is this happening?"
"She was transferred to me two years ago. Her medical records said that her symptoms started after the car accident. But that's not necessarily the case. It could be a family genetic disease, or it could be an instinctive self-protection after a huge psychological shock, or it could be the result of the severe head impact in the car accident. You know, the most mysterious part of the human body is the brain, and many psychological phenomena are still in the exploration stage, and there is no definitive answer."
"But… "
Hong Qing interrupted him, "Xiao Yang, this is the limit of what I can say. It is enough to satisfy your curiosity. I will not answer any more questions from you."
"I have one last question, can it be cured?"
Hong Qing smiled, then shut his mouth and stopped answering him.
Yang Wangjie came out of the hospital, passed by the city library, parked his car and walked in. Since Hong Qing refused to explain to him, he had to do it himself.
He carefully searched the bookshelf for information on amnesia, borrowed them home and studied them for a long time. When he was trying to understand those difficult technical terms, he realized how easy it was to understand what Hong Qing had explained to him.
He summarized the symptoms of psychogenic amnesia mentioned by Hong Qing, and then selected two situations that he thought were very suitable for his writing: one is selective amnesia, which means that the patient selectively remembers some things that happened during a certain period of time and forgets others; the other is continuous amnesia, which means that the patient forgets the past events before a certain year or an event.
Yang Wangjie remembered that Xieyi had mentioned things about her childhood to him before. It was not that she had forgotten everything in the past, but one of the two above. What kind of car accident had caused her to be like this? What were the memories that she had lost
Yang Wangjie pondered over this all night, but he didn't know who he should talk to. Finally, he decided to call Yin Xiaomei, who hadn't gotten up yet.
"What?" She rubbed her eyes in her sleep.
"Your life is so comfortable." Yang Wangjie sighed.
"I knew it. You wanted me to say I was a parasite."
"Rice bug? What is rice bug?" He had no idea about the popular terminology used by young girls.
"What's up so early?"
"You said last time that you could find someone to ask..." Yang Wangjie stopped here.
"how?"
"Nothing, forget it."
"Can you please stop speaking halfway? It's very frustrating."
"You said last time that you knew a very good piano teacher and wanted to introduce him to my nephew."
"Oh, yes, I'll contact you later."
She was fooled by him.
Yang Wangjie hung up the phone with regret. How could he be so foolish as to ask Yin Xiaomei about such a thing? He was disrespectful to Hong Qing for asking about things that Xie Yi didn't want to mention in front of others.
What's more, this is not fair to Yin Xiaomei.
On the same morning, in the old house of the Li family, Li Zeliang looked at the wall clock in the dining room while eating, "Uncle Tan, please go upstairs and call Miss Shen, and tell her that she will be late for work."
It was already ten minutes later when Xieyi hurried downstairs, fixing her hair as she walked. She rarely wore a dress to work, so she was not used to it, so she pulled at the hem of her skirt and adjusted the wrinkles at her waist.
"Oh no, it's so late." she said anxiously.
"Ms. Shen, let's have breakfast first." Old Tan hurriedly helped her place the chopsticks.
"Thank you, I don't want to eat anymore."
"I'm already here, why are you in such a hurry?" Li Zeliang spoke.
When she looked up and saw the man sitting at the dinner table, her face turned red.
Although he didn't do anything last night and went back to their respective rooms to rest, just that kiss was enough to make her confused and infatuated. There was a strange masculine charm in him, which radiated vaguely in his every move, penetrated into the minds of the opposite sex around him, and bewitched their hearts.
"I'm not used to eating breakfast." Xieyi frowned in embarrassment when he saw the Chinese breakfast on the table.
He smiled, but didn't say anything right away. He put away the newspaper in his hand, stood up, and said casually, "Then you have to change this habit from today on."
Xie Yi was stunned holding the chopsticks. Last night, she had thought that when she saw him again today, he would return to being the indifferent Mr. Li. Now, it seemed that they could finally live in peace.
But why did he say such strange things to her yesterday? Xie Yi wanted to ask at this moment, but it was inconvenient to speak because Lao Tan and others were present.
"I'll be waiting for you in the car outside, hurry up," he said.
Xieyi glanced at him and complained inwardly. This man was just like a capitalist. He sold everything to him during the day and still worked for him after work. He had to be under his watchful eyes 24 hours a day.
Xieyi drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, hurriedly chased after him, and just as he got into the car, he shouted, "I forgot to bring my cell phone." Then he pushed the door to get it.
He glanced at her and uttered through gritted teeth: "You'd better hurry up, or you'll have to take the bus yourself." This woman's many bad habits almost made him lose his patience.
When Xieyi heard what he said, he ran back panting and gritting his teeth in anger. Sometimes, he was really, really annoying.
Ji Yingsong looked at Xie Yi's hurried back and asked, "When are you going to tell her?"
After hearing this, Li Zeliang's smile disappeared, his eyes sank, and after a long silence, he said, "If possible, I hope she will never remember it."
Before the car arrived at the Li's Building, Xieyi insisted on getting out of the car. She didn't want to get out of the same car with Li Zeliang in the company's rush hour in front of everyone, otherwise from that moment on, Shen Xieyi would definitely become the number one public enemy of all the women in the Li's.
Especially the deputy manager Peng Li from the company's human resources department, a woman in her thirties who was still unmarried. Ever since the "staircase gate" incident between her and Li Zeliang spread, every time I saw her, I felt like I was seeing a class enemy, with my nose turned up to the sky and my nose sneered, as if I had allergic rhinitis. However, when she was ignored by Li Zeliang and was rumored to be a leftover, Peng Li's attitude improved slightly.
Now people in the company look at her in strange ways. Some are sympathetic, some are watching the show, some are gloating, and some are mourning. However, most people still believe that the "staircase door" is the cleaning lady's illusion, because how could the boss of the Li Group look down on her!
In the morning, Xieyi went to the planning department with his colleagues Xiaodong and Xiaohuang to get information. On the way, they met Li Zeliang. Li Zeliang was usually very cultured and authoritative in the company, especially in front of young female subordinates. He was kind and amiable when he was in a normal mood, but as long as he glanced at someone with his phoenix eyes, it was like ice sweeping across, freezing people. If it happened to fall on a woman, it would naturally be painful and happy.
Several colleagues nearby immediately stopped and bowed their heads in unison, "Hello, Mr. Li." Li Zeliang nodded in return.
Xieyi hid nearby, turned sideways and prepared to sneak past.
But it did not escape the notice of Peng Li, who was walking with Li Zeliang. Peng Li, who was 35 years old and still as chaste as a virgin, adjusted the frame of her glasses.
"Shen Xieyi," she said, "Why didn't you say hello to Mr. Li when you saw him?"
"Manager Peng." Xieyi had no choice but to stand up.
"When you joined Li's, I was away on business for a few days and didn't explain to you the company's rules of dealing with people. Why are you so rude now?"
Xie Yi bowed, "Good morning, Manager Peng."
"When you meet for the first time in the morning, if it is your superior, you should take the initiative to greet each one of them, instead of waiting for your superior to greet you, or simply pretending not to see you and ignoring them. You should respect me secondly, and you should especially respect Mr. Li. Mr. Li is usually very busy, and his every move affects the future prospects of the entire Li Group. Although we usually hide this extraordinary respect in our hearts, it is most valuable when it is inadvertently revealed on the surface. The way you are now, it is easy for people to misunderstand that you look down on Mr. Li. Looking down on Mr. Li is looking down on the entire Li Group. Do you understand?"
Xieyi was afraid that she would say something else that would elevate his actions to the level of failing the glorious history of the Chinese nation, so he hurriedly nodded his head like a chicken eating rice, "I understand, I understand."
"Now that you understand, what are you still standing there for? Why don't you bow to Mr. Li?"
Xieyi rolled her eyes secretly. Why should she bow to him? She was just daydreaming!
Li Zeliang waited there patiently, as if watching the fun as if it had nothing to do with him, without saying a word.
Xieyi wanted to look up and glare at him, or even better, dig out a piece of his flesh to cook into porridge or soup. But she didn't dare to look up, for fear that Peng Li with her four eyes would catch her and list out the seven deadly sins for her. Wouldn't that really put her in trouble
Forget it, forget it. There is a knife above her heart, so she just endured it.
He took a step forward and said, "Good morning, Mr. Li."
"Yeah." Li Zeliang actually responded cooperatively.
Xieyi could only show off his power in his heart and curse him desperately.
"No, no, the angle is not enough." said Peng Li.
Xieyi was dumbfounded. The angle was not enough? What do you mean by the angle was not enough
Peng Li said softly to Li Zeliang, "Mr. Li, please go first. I will educate this little girl first." Her tone was completely different from when she was talking to Xie Yi just now.
Then, led by Peng Li, colleagues bowed together and respectfully saw Li Zeliang off.
Then, Peng Li raised her glasses frame habitually, "Shen Xieyi, come here, let me teach you how to bow correctly. First of all, you need to pay attention to the timing. Generally, the best time for us to bow is when we are two to three meters away from each other and our eyes make contact with each other." Peng Li stared at Xieyi and demonstrated affectionately.
When Xieyi met her gaze, he immediately shuddered and got goosebumps all over his body.
"Generally, there are two types of bowing. One is between colleagues of the same generation. Just follow what I say," Peng Li said. "Cross your hands in front of your body, keep your head and neck in a straight line, lean forward 15 degrees, and look about 1.5 meters in front of you. Then slowly raise your body. Keep looking at the other person while raising your body. The other, more important, is when greeting elders and superiors. The posture is the same, with your hands crossed in front of you, and your head and neck in a straight line. To show our respect, you should lean forward 30 degrees, look at the ground one meter in front of your body, and then slowly raise your body while looking at the other person... You can do it once."
When her colleagues Xiao Dong and Xiao Huang left, they both gave her a look that said "May all your best"
"Come and follow me." said Peng Li.
"Good morning, Mr. Li." Xie Yi bowed to the wall.
"No, the voice should be softer."
She had to do it again.
"Good morning, Mr. Li."
"No, you have to lean down further."
She does it again.
"Good morning, Mr. Li."
"You've bent your waist too much, try again."
…
Xie Yi was miserably tortured by Peng Li for a whole morning because of this. Moreover, when Li Zeliang walked away, she clearly saw him clench his right hand into a fist and raise it to slightly cover his slightly upturned lips, secretly laughing at her.
Little guy, be careful that you may end up in tragedy! Xieyi continued to curse in his heart.
At noon, Xieyi almost dragged his exhausted body to the company cafeteria to eat.
"You are so lucky to be still alive." Xiao Huang said.
Xie Yi hung his head, "I'm only half dead, and my waist is almost broken."
"It turns out that no one can escape from Peng Mochou." Xiao Dong sighed, "We all went through this before, Xieyi, take care of yourself."
Li Mochou? Peng Mochou
Xie Yi looked at the two of them strangely, "Don't you only hate Peng Li, and not..." She was afraid that there were too many eyes and ears here, and another system defender or fanatical fan of Li Zeliang would jump out. She paused, looked around, and then said, "Don't you hate Mr. Li...?"
"Why do you hate Mr. Li? He has nothing to do with this." Xiao Huang was surprised.
"Yeah." Xiao Dong seconded.
Xieyi's jaw dropped. Peng Li was clearly a fox who was bullying the tiger. Everyone only hated the fox, but had a completely different attitude towards the tiger behind. Humans are indeed more tolerant of the opposite sex, especially those with an advantage in appearance.
"Mr. Li is a very nice person. Even the small guys like us in the company are very friendly when we greet him," said Xiao Huang.
That's hypocrisy, isn't it? Xieyi thought, you've seen him being fierce before, how can you just ignore all that just by smiling
"And he's so handsome and charming. There's one thing you definitely don't know," Xiao Dong said mysteriously, "There's a female colleague in the company who secretly bought Mr. Li's..." He stopped at the key point.
"What to buy?" Xieyi asked. It couldn't be that he still had his virginity, right
"Buy kisses."
With a puff, Xieyi spat out the soup in her mouth, almost spraying it all over Xiao Huang's face. She was choked by the soup in her mouth and kept coughing. Didn't she have to pay for the kiss yesterday...
Then, she began to think of Li Zeliang sitting there and selling kisses one after another. After imagining it for a long time, she couldn't help but feel that something was wrong, so she asked, "It's impossible. How much does it cost to buy a kiss for him to be interested in it?"
"Nonsense, of course it's not the kind of kiss you said." Xiao Huang said, "Don't think so vulgarly."
"Are there other types of kisses?"
"It's a cup. It's a disposable cup used by Mr. Li. Someone is collecting it and selling it."
Xieyi was dumbfounded. Indirect kiss
"It's obviously you who are disgusting, okay?" Xieyi said.
"We haven't bought it. We just heard it from others." The two people opposite immediately distanced themselves from the matter.
Xie Yi subconsciously touched her lips, as if the tip of her tongue still retained the soft and moist touch of last night, especially the voice that kept repeating her name, which was simply bewitching.