Zhou Yueping's private psychological clinic is located in the city center. This afternoon, after An Luo and An Ze arrived at the psychological clinic, Zhou Yueping put up a "suspended business" sign and took them to his office.
Probably because patients with mental illness need quiet space, Zhou Yueping's office is very clean and tidy, and there are two pots of cute cacti on the windowsill.
Zhou Yueping asked An Luo and An Ze to sit down on the sofa, poured a glass of water for them, and then asked An Luo, "Xiao Luo, did you come to me to test the method I said last time?"
An Luo nodded: "Yes."
At An Yudong's funeral, Zhou Yueping once told An Luo that in addition to deep hypnosis, there is another way to open the memory pathway.
"But that method is very risky, are you sure you want to do this?" Zhou Yueping looked very serious, sitting at the desk and looking at An Luo seriously.
An Ze frowned and asked Zhou Yueping, "What do you mean by a great risk?"
Zhou Yueping explained: "This method requires a neurosurgeon to perform an operation to directly stimulate the cerebral cortex, which is responsible for memory. As long as the stimulation intensity is appropriate, it is possible to excavate all the memory information sealed in the cerebral cortex. Because It is surgery, and there are natural risks, and it may also cause An Luo’s mental breakdown because the stimulation intensity exceeds the threshold.”
An Ze looked at An Luo stiffly, "Brother, you didn't tell me this."
An Luo gently held An Ze's hand and whispered, "Don't worry, any operation will have risks. I have to take this risk, for Xiao Rui... and for you."
An Ze's expression was a little uncertain. He can understand An Luo's thoughts of wanting to remember the past completely. In fact, he is also looking forward to his brother being able to remember everything between them over the years. However, with such a big risk, if it fails, what will be the result? Anze didn't dare to bet on this, let alone think about it.
An Luo continued: "There have been many successful cases abroad. Anze, let me try it, okay?"
In the end, An Ze could only nodded stiffly and said, "Okay."
Zhou Yueping smiled slightly, came over and patted An Ze's shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, I will do my best. In fact, since I told you the truth about An Luo's life experience, I guessed that An Luo will definitely be able to do it after returning to China. Chose to do this surgery. Yesterday I emailed my supervisor and asked him to come and help.”
An Ze frowned, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Zhou Yueping blinked, "I like to see your tangled expression."
"… "
Zhou Yueping walked up to An Luo again and said, "My teacher is an expert in this field. He has dealt with many cases of amnesia abroad. The plane just arrived this morning. In addition, I also asked Chengping to find the best local neurosurgery. Good doctors, I believe with them, will minimize the risk of surgery."
An Luo stood up, walked to Zhou Yueping, and said seriously, "Thank you, Yueping."
Zhou Yueping smiled and said, "You're welcome. You can tell me all your secrets before, which shows that you trust me very much, and I should help you. If you can, the operation will be arranged tonight, what do you think?"
An Luo nodded, "No problem."
"Then get ready and wait for me at the hospital at eight o'clock in the evening."
"it is good."
***
At eight o'clock in the evening, An Luo and An Ze arrived at the night operating room on the seventh floor of the Central Hospital together.
Zhou Yueping, who was wearing a white coat, was waiting there. When he saw An Luo and An Ze coming, he got up and brought them into the office. There were two experts sitting in the office. One of them was blond and blue-eyed, obviously Zhou Yueping's mentor, and the other A serious-looking doctor is probably a specialist in neurosurgery.
Zhou Yueping brought An Luo to them. The two briefly checked An Luo's condition. After confirming that his physical condition was ready for surgery, they went to the operating room to prepare. Zhou Yueping also helped An Luo to the push bed.
An Ze held An Luo's hand tightly, and kept sending him to the door of the operating room, still not wanting to let go. An Luo was helpless, but also felt that An Ze's occasional childishness and infatuation with his brother made people feel warm. He couldn't help but patted the back of his hand lightly, and said comfortably, "Don't worry, it's alright."
Only then did An Ze let go of his hand, leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, and whispered, "I'll wait for you."
***
The operation process was actually not that terrifying, nor the bloody scene An Luo imagined.
An Luo was fixed on the operating table by a 10-centimeter-wide telescopic belt, and he was covered with a clean sterile cloth. Because he needed to know An Luo’s state of consciousness at any time during the operation, general anesthesia would not be given for this type of operation. A little local anesthetic was applied to the scalp, and then An Luo's head was drilled with an electric drill.
Hearing the rustling sound of the electric drill in his ears, An Luo felt very strange. The sound of drilling on the scalp made his ears a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, Zhou Yueping was also in the operating room, so he was not afraid.
"It has reached the cerebral cortex." The doctor behind him whispered.
Another doctor said, "An Luo, can you hear me?"
The foreigner's awkward Chinese sounded in his ears, An Luo nodded and said, "Yes."
"Ok, let's start."
Something seemed to be gently stimulating his brain, his nerve veins were slightly numb as if being gnawed by small ants, and the thoughts in his mind suddenly became chaotic.
"I will now stimulate your cerebral cortex to activate the cells here. The memories you stored here may gradually wake up as the intensity of the stimulation deepens... An Luo, don't be afraid, keep a calm mind, take a deep breath... "
An Luo took a deep breath as he instructed.
"ok, Yueping, increase the intensity."
"… "
***
Suddenly a scene flashed in my mind-
There seems to be a voice in my heart saying: How did I come here? Why can't I speak? What about brother? What about Zihang? Where are they all? Also, why are you lying in the crib? Someone keeps pinching their face, what's the situation...
"Good boy, don't move around, look, how cute my son is." There was a woman's familiar and gentle voice in her ear.
"Your son is very cute, and his skin is very good. He is white and tender. Hey, look at his wrinkled nose. This little guy really looks like you, Anzhi."
An Zhi slightly wrinkled her nose, "Like it?"
The man whispered, "It's very similar, it's almost carved out of a mold."
An Zhi smiled slightly and said, "By the way, Yu Qiu, I haven't given him a name yet. You are an uncle, why don't you give him a good name."
An Yuqiu lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "This is the eldest grandson of our An family. If we want to name him, we have to call my eldest brother and father over, right?"
An Zhi frowned slightly, "Your eldest brother is still abroad, and my father hasn't gotten off the plane. I have a favorite name, it's called Anping, Anping in turn is Ping An, I hope he can live in peace all his life. "
An Yuqiu shook his head and said, "Anping is too ordinary, why don't you call it An Mo. The strange Mo sounds very personal."
An Zhi squinted at him, "You have given birth to a son and then call An Mo. Strange Mo, I feel so lonely."
"You don't know how to appreciate, doesn't Anping sound vulgar?"
An Zhi said helplessly, "Let his grandfather take it." As she said that, she reached out and picked up the little An Luo from the crib, picked up the phone with the other hand and dialed An Guangyao's number, "Hello, Dad. , the baby is born, when will you come to see him and give him a name by the way."
"Born?! Good, good, good! I'll be right over here!"
An Guangyao flew over from the airport within half an hour, looked at the cute little baby, liked it so much, pinched An Luo's face, and pinched An Luo's little hand, he could hardly close his mouth with laughter, " Good grandson, good grandson, my good baby, it's so cute, look at his face, such a good skin, it feels soft to the touch, baby, don't move!" Beard's chin rubbed An Luo's cheek.
An Luo: "..."
In addition to being tangled in silence, An Luo couldn't make any resistance. He couldn't speak at all. The first thing he said was the cute cry of the child Yiyi.
This is simply ridiculous! Why did you turn into a new born baby
An Guangyao hugged An Luo for a while, and then said with a smile: "Well, this child is the eldest grandson of our An family, and he will inherit the family business in the future. The name cannot be chosen casually. I will find a fortune teller. Take one according to his birthday. What do you think?"
"Birth date?! Dad, do you still believe in these superstitions?" An Yuqiu's voice sounded very shocked.
An Guangyao frowned and said, "Don't underestimate these traditional things. My name was given by your grandfather according to his birthday. Guangyao Guangyao, Guangyao's lintel, you see, the business is so smooth now, isn't it because of the good name?"
"..." An Zhi and An Yuqiu looked at each other and sighed helplessly.
The next day, An Guangyao really invited a fortune teller to the house, carried An Luo to the study, and mysteriously closed the door to let the fortune teller do fortune telling for An Luo.
The man glanced at An Luo, calculated with his fingers, and then said with plausibility: "This child's destiny, the five elements are prosperous and lack of gold, and the eight characters are weak, like 'water', water is the 'happy god' of this life, If you meet water, you will be blessed. When you name your child, it is best to use the word for water.”
An Guangyao nodded earnestly, then took out a Xinhua dictionary, looked for the words of the three-point water radical, and listed a bunch of them, "Zhi'er, which one do you think sounds better?"
An Zhi was a little dizzy looking at the three o'clock water in the row, "Dad, tell me."
An Guangyao looked at it for a long time and still couldn't make up his mind.
An Yuqiu suddenly suggested: "The baby's name, why not let him choose his own name. If he doesn't like his name in the future, he has no reason to blame us. Dad, are you right?"
An Guangyao nodded and said, "Not bad, let him choose!"
Then, An Guangyao wrote a bunch of words with three o'clock water with a brush, and placed them side by side on the table, and then carried An Luo to the table again, smilingly said: "My dear, look at these words, which one do you like? "
An Luo opened his eyes and looked at the table.
Rivers, lakes, Hailuoze, oceans, streams…
A row of three o'clock water.
An Luo: "..."
"Come on, choose a name for yourself."
An Luo reluctantly pointed to the only pleasing word "Luo" with his little finger.
***
"His brainwaves had a strong activity just now. He should have remembered something. Now he has calmed down and entered a light sleep state." Zhou Yueping said in a low voice, "Would you like to wake him up?"
The doctor leaned over An Luo's ear and said, "An Luo, can you hear me?"
An Luo suddenly woke up, a layer of cold sweat oozing out of his forehead.
What I dug up just now should be the first memory that I came to this world.
An Luo's name is actually chosen like this, no wonder it is exactly the same as in the previous life, it turned out to be a word that he personally chose. It turned out that this was not a coincidence, because the names were the same, so when he woke up after amnesia, he could not distinguish the world he was in, thinking that he was reborn into this An Luo.
Zhou Yueping gently wiped off his sweat with a sterile cloth, "Xiao Luo, how do you feel? Can you bear this intensity? Do you feel a headache?"
An Luo took a deep breath and whispered: "It's okay, I can. Go on... "
Zhou Yueping and the teacher looked at each other, "Increase the intensity."
***
The picture in my mind suddenly jumped to a villa, with pure white curtains, sheets, and pure white carpet. The whole room was like a pure and flawless world of ice and snow. It belonged to An Zhi's bedroom.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and it was the young photographer who entered the room.
As soon as he met An Zhi, he began to kiss passionately. After kissing for a while, he suddenly felt an inexplicable line of sight behind him. An Zhi turned around, and suddenly saw little An Luo standing at the door of the bedroom looking at the two with a strange expression.
An Zhi hurriedly pushed Chen Yi away and said, "Xiao Luo woke up."
After speaking, he walked to An Luo, stretched out his arms to hug An Luo, and said with a smile, "Xiao Luo, come and say hello to Uncle Chen. Be good, read to your mother, Chen, uncle, uncle, ok."
An Zhi is teaching the one-year-old little An Luo to speak, word by word.
An Luo: "..."
"Good, read to mom. Chen, uncle, uncle, okay."