At 9:30 in the evening, Qi Cong finally ended the first day of practice and left the recording studio with Zhao Zhenxun.
After getting in the car, Zhao Zhenxun told Qi Cong the detailed arrangements for the next week. Although theoretically they have a week to record the song, after removing the time for flying back and forth and the time that needs to be set aside to go to the crew to learn ancient etiquette, Qi Cong actually spent less than four days to record the song. .
Qi Cong wondered: "Then why don't you have to go to the recording studio tomorrow morning? Are there other arrangements?"
"Yeah." Zhao Zhenxun covered the schedule, "Follow me to the hospital tomorrow morning for a psychological evaluation."
Qi Cong immediately understood Zhao Zhenxun's intention.
To remove the patient's label, it is not enough to just give an ordinary medical report. What the public is most concerned about now should be his current mental health.
He clasped his hands, intertwined his fingers, and nodded, "I see."
"Go to bed early tonight."
"Yeah." Qi Cong responded, then looked down at his hands.
Psychological evaluation... He is not sure if he can pass the evaluation, because there are too many questions and no definite answers have been found, such as which part of the high fever caused his memory loss three years ago, such as the reason why he suddenly regained his memory this year, For example, those he has forgotten, may be remembered, or may never be remembered, about Jiang Zhaoyan's three-year memories, such as his temperament after the amnesia in the past three years... There are countless bombs buried in him, not clear They, he and those around him will live in worry for the rest of their lives.
He looked at his reflection in the car window.
Fortunately, he didn't agree to Gu Xun on the spur of the moment. Now he is not only unable to give Gu Xun a stable relationship in terms of objective ability, but also psychologically. He almost forgot that he still had such a problem.
He looked back, took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat. Gu Xun really sent a lot of messages over, he looked at them one by one, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then slowly fell.
He was taken aback, then locked the phone, held it tightly in his hand, and looked sideways at Zhao Zhenxun, wanting to ask Zhao Zhenxun if he could arrange a psychotherapy for him, opened his mouth, thinking of his parents and the current situation at home situation, and silently shut up.
not now. To pry the bombs one by one, he must wait for him to settle his parents and prepare them psychologically. Not impulsive and willful.
He looked back, opened Gu Xun's WeChat again, moved his fingers up, and typed.
Qi Cong: I have a psychological evaluation tomorrow.
Gu Xun replied in seconds: I can fly over to accompany you.
Qi Cong was stunned for a moment, then smiled. He typed it down and asked Gu Xun to work hard. Gu Xun sent several emojis of grievances and sighs over, and his heart softened, so he asked Yuanyuan for an emoji and sent it to Gu Xun.
Gu Xun immediately became quiet.
Qi Cong continued typing: I will tell you the result as soon as possible.
Gu Xun was typing for a while, and then sent a sentence: I am waiting for your good news.
good news.
Holding the phone, Qi Cong suddenly stopped worrying and resisting the inspection.
There will definitely be good news. As long as it is an illness, it can be cured. When everything is stable, he will go to solve all those hidden dangers, and then stay with Gu Xun to make up for Gu Xun's waiting.
As for now... He looked at WeChat, asked Yuanyuan for a heart-to-heart emoji package, hesitated for two seconds, and sent it to Gu Xun.
Gu Xun started typing again, but the message hadn't been sent for a long time.
Qi Cong made up for Gu Xun's possible expressions at this time, her heart became softer and softer, and she quietly waited for Gu Xun's input to finish.
For now, let's do it. He and Gu Xun both paused, stood in a position where they could advance and retreat, and looked at each other.
…
The next morning, Zhao Zhenxun arrived early in the Shangjun era and brought Qi Cong two large boxes of clothes.
"I asked Teacher Yuanyuan to help you choose these. From today, all the clothes you brought from Haicheng are not allowed to be worn again." Zhao Zhenxun said while taking out a set of clothes and placing them at the end of the bed, "Wear this set today. "
The last time when I was doing styling, Zhao Zhenxun once packed a few sets of clothes for Qi Cong at the stylist. During this time, Qi Cong was wearing old clothes mixed with those sets of clothes. What Qi Cong was wearing today happened to be a set of white T and slacks brought from Haicheng.
Obviously, Zhao Zhenxun dislikes these old clothes and wants Qi Cong to say goodbye to his past image completely.
Qi Cong lowered her head to look at the clothes on her body, and then looked at the simple and elegant suit on the bed, and obeyed.
After changing clothes, the two set off for the hospital.
In order to save time and ensure privacy, Zhao Zhenxun made an appointment for Qi Cong at a private hospital. The private hospital is located in a well-known wealthy area in Beishi.
Qi Cong is not someone who has never seen the world. He knows very well how expensive a private hospital of this size is. He was surprised and felt very sorry. It was just a psychological evaluation, there was absolutely no need for Manju to arrange such a good place for him.
Seemingly seeing what Qi Cong was thinking, Zhao Zhenxun suddenly said: "The experts here are the best in all private hospitals in Beishi, and the results are very detailed, and you can also customize the plan. You have to check carefully, don't have any worries. , don't hold back, the company needs to know your full mental state."
Qi Cong converged his thoughts and nodded.
The evaluation took more than two hours to end, during which Qi Cong was also arranged to do some inspections. After all the examinations, Qi Cong waited for another hour before finally getting his psychological evaluation results. Zhao Zhenxun and Qi Cong went to the doctor's office to hear the results.
It turned out to be a lot of pages with a dozen projects and branches, really as detailed as Zhao Zhenxun said. Qi Cong flipped through the contents of the report and listened to the doctor's explanation, his heart that had been hanging slowly fell.
No mental illness.
Except for some anxiety and excessive stress in his mental state, he has no mental problems. Based on his past cases and examination results, as well as his current condition, the doctor believes that his strange amnesia and the dramatic change in his temperament during amnesia are more caused by physiological reasons.
The strange amnesia is the sequelae of high fever, while the change in temperament is more like a self-protection stress response of the human body after amnesia.
He is healthy.
"Then this kind of self-preservation reaction, assuming that the memory of the past cannot be recovered, if it is properly comforted and guided, will it disappear? Can the patient return to the state before the illness?"
Qi Cong returned to his senses and looked at Zhao Zhenxun who was questioning next to him.
The doctor replied after deliberation: "Generally, after the patient is familiar with the people and things around him and determines that the surrounding environment is safe, this self-preservation reaction will gradually weaken, and the speed of weakening will vary according to the patient's own adaptability and the level of care of the relatives. . As for whether it can return to the state before the illness, this needs to be analyzed on a case-by-case basis."
"Then if a person who is completely unfamiliar with the patient maliciously induces the patient's thinking, puts pressure on the patient, and isolates the patient from contact with relatives during the period of the patient's self-protection response, will this self-protection response worsen? If it worsens, What will be the final result?"
Qi Cong was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help sitting up straight.
Zhao Zhenxun asked this to mean...
The doctor frowned when asked, and replied, "It is very dangerous to do this. The psychological protection barrier of patients who amnesia and in a state of self-protection stress is very fragile, and if they are not careful, they will cause serious psychological problems."
"Then what if this maliciously induced person is the only person the patient trusts after amnesia?"
Sure enough, Zhao Zhenxun was trying to characterize Zhao Zhenxun's original behavior through the doctor's mouth.
Qi Cong looked at the doctor.
The doctor had seen Qi Cong's case and knew what Zhao Zhenxun was talking about. He looked at Qi Cong, then looked at Zhao Zhenxun, frowned deeply, and replied, "Mr. Zhao, you and I both know what will happen." After finishing speaking, he clicked on an old case on the table.
Zhao Zhenxun looked over and found that it was the case of Qi Cong's gas poisoning when he was rescued. He understood and nodded: "Thank you for your answer."
When he was about to leave the doctor's office, Qi Cong asked the doctor a question.
"Is it possible for me to recover the memory of the past three years? If I want to recover, what can I do?"
Zhao Zhenxun stopped when he got up and looked at Qi Cong.
The doctor also looked at Qi Cong, put down the various materials in his hand, and replied in a slow tone: "Judging from the test results, the possibility is uncertain. If you want to manually intervene to wake up the memory, there are ways to try, but I can't guarantee the outcome."
Qi Cong nodded to show his understanding and bid farewell.
After leaving the hospital, Zhao Zhenxun frowned and asked Qi Cong, "Do you want to retrieve the memories of the past three years?"
"I have this idea, but not now." Qi Cong said frankly, "After everything is stable, I can't take a timed bomb to be with Gu Xun."
Zhao Zhenxun was silent until the two got into the car, and then he said, "You'd better discuss this matter with Gu Xun first."
"I will."
…
Qi Cong took pictures of the evaluation results one by one, and then sent them all to Gu Xun. After sending them, he sent a sentence: It's good news.
Gu Xun made a direct call.
Qi Cong took it.
"When will I return to Hengcheng?" Gu Xun's voice was low, with a slight hook at the end, with lingering joy, "I remember that you still owe me a teaching fee, um, how about a late night snack? You invite me to have a late-night snack, and I will continue to teach you to act."
Qi Cong's voice slowed down unconsciously: "I'll go back in two days."
"Does these two days include today?"
"Should... not include."
Gu Xun sighed exaggeratedly.
"Gu Xun."
"Ok?"
Qi Cong picked up the examination report on her leg, but still couldn't contain her happiness, and shared again: "It's good news, the doctor said I'm healthy."
Gu Xun was quiet for a long time.
Qi Cong was puzzled: "Gu Xun?"
"I know." Gu Xun's voice became a little lower, with a sigh, "Mongmong... Come back soon."
Maybe it was stimulated by someone's low sigh suppressing his thoughts, maybe it was because of the examination results that made Qi Cong put down a big stone in his heart. This afternoon, Qi Cong's singing performance was surprisingly good. Every little problem pointed out by the vocal teacher He can quickly correct and adjust the points that need attention, and by the time dinner comes, he can sing the song from beginning to end without any problem.
Seeing that Qi Cong was in good condition, the vocal music teacher simply let him into the shed after dinner and officially started the trial recording. This test came at ten o'clock in the evening. If it wasn't for the fear that Qi Cong's voice could not stand it, everyone even wanted to record "Rebirth" completely in one go.
When Qi Cong was recording the song, Zhao Zhenxun went back to Manju for some business. The two agreed that Qi Cong would go home by himself tonight and see you tomorrow. As a result, when Qi Cong was about to leave the recording studio, Zhao Zhenxun suddenly appeared again.
Qi Cong put the sheet music into her backpack, looked at Zhao Zhenxun who was walking in doubtful steps, and asked, "Why are you here again?"
"This afternoon, I asked the public relations team to start taking you online with unknown mental status, whether it is suitable for the rhythm of being an actor, and I am going to wait for the wind to blow and release your psychological evaluation report and medical examination report, and remove the patient from you in one fell swoop. Label."
The two had communicated about this before, and Qi Cong knew it. He looked at Zhao Zhenxun's expression and asked, "Has the situation changed?"
"Someone wants to fish in troubled waters." Zhao Zhenxun replied, helping Qi Cong to pack his things and said, "Two hours ago, someone broke the news on the Internet that you used Gu Xun to ask Gu Xun to give you a role, and now the recording studio is full of media. Put on your hat and let's talk as we walk."
Use Gu Xun to get a role
Qi Cong frowned deeply, put on his hat and followed Zhao Zhenxun.
On the way out, Zhao Zhenxun explained the specific situation. The conclusion is that some people questioned whether Qi Cong's current physical and mental state was suitable for the rhythm of being an actor because of Zhao Zhenxun's arrangement, and took the opportunity to smear Qi Cong, saying that the role of You Changqing was obtained by Qi Cong to find Gu Xun by selling miserably. Moreover, Qi Cong also encouraged Gu Xun to use his contacts to put pressure on the crew of "The Legend of Qinggu" and add drama to the role of You Changqing.
In order to prove that what he said was true, the whistleblower also released a few photos of Gu Xun talking to Qi Cong and the production director in the crew.
The more Qi Cong listened, the tighter his brows became. He lowered his head and took out his mobile phone and posted on Weibo. He found a few photos and looked at them.
There are three photos. A photo of him and Gu Xun sitting in the corner of the rest area of the crew talking, a photo of Gu Xun talking with the production director, director and others together, a photo of him, Gu Xun, and Zhao Zhenxun standing together and talking Photo.
The whistleblower probably didn't dare to offend Gu Xun. He only said that Gu Xun "couldn't stand the pleading of his past friends, so he wanted to help", but he was extremely rude to him, sarcasm that it wasn't enough for him to rub Shen Jia, Deliberately want to use Gu Xun.
The whistleblower finally threw out the photo of him and Gu Xun having a late night snack, and pointed out that he was actually crying and begging Gu Xun to help him pave the way. In the photo, Gu Xun's gloomy expression and his suspected action of lowering his head to wipe his tears are magnified, and it looks a bit miserable and asking for help.
Qi Cong was dumbfounded.
This whistleblower's ability to look at pictures and talk is really too strong.
"It should have been done by the same person."
Qi Cong looked at Zhao Zhenxun: "What?"
"It was probably the same person who broke the news that you were chasing stars Gu Xun, and the person who broke the news that you used Gu Xun miserably." Zhao Zhenxun motioned Qi Cong to put away his phone, "No matter what the media asks for a while, don't answer a word. This The revelation came just right, this time, I will definitely pick up the label of your patient for you."
The elevator opened, and the bodyguards outside immediately stepped forward to surround Qi Cong and Zhao Zhenxun in the middle.
A group of people went out, and all the media gathered around. The shutter sound kept coming, and the reporters’ voices came one after another.
"Qi Cong! Did Gu Xun ask for the role of You Changqing for you?"
"How did you and Gu Xun know each other!"
"Qi Cong, what do you think of Gu Xun's confession of your hot search two days ago!"
Qi Cong didn't even give the media a look, got into the car under the protection of the bodyguard, and shut all the disturbing voices out of the car door.
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