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Chapter 357 Amnesia

"This is what I said before, the device that can help you communicate with others." Dr. Sun walked in with a few people, pulled a strange screen over, and fixed it about one meter above my head up. "There's an eye tracker on this screen, and you can use it to select letters—wink to confirm—and then you can type on the screen. You can speak, but you're in the ICU after all. So I haven't hooked up a speaker for talking yet."

I looked at the black screen, but what came to my mind was the appearance of the British physicist Hawking I had seen on TV before.

Will I be like him in the future, sitting on a wheelchair with my head tilted and talking in a strange electric voice?

I don't know if there will be any crew who have not opened their eyes to invite me to play a scene in the future?

But I can't move my fingers, how can I drive this wheelchair?

"Look, me, let me make her hungry." I was tormented by various thoughts in my mind, and the screen in front of me suddenly made a strange movement.

It was as if the display had been mistakenly touched by my eyes.I'm a little embarrassed, is this a different kind of face rolling keyboard?

"I, it's okay, I was not careful, I read it wrong." A magnetic male voice uttered a few words in a rhythm that seemed to be kicked out by someone.This extremely mechanical speaking voice attracted Dr. Sun's attention.

"You should familiarize yourself with the specific operation first, so you don't need to speak in such a hurry." Dr. Sun said seriously, "Actually, this system is quite fast after you are familiar with it."

"Is it......?" There was a six-second pause between the two words, which sounded like a bad stand-up comedian panting on purpose.

"It's just not suitable for flattery." Dr. Sun answered with a smile, "How do you feel now? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Using, eyes, speaking, this feeling is very fresh." I vaguely feel that my ability to type with my eyes seems to be gradually becoming more proficient.Three-row keyboard, locked with the blink of an eye.Then the keyboards in each row are erected and let me choose up and down again.My life seems to be controlled by people so that I can't control it.It's full of irony.

Is the homophonic stalk going to be deducted?

"Let's put aside the novelty for now." Dr. Sun coughed and seemed to be holding back a laugh. "Do you feel that there is something... um, something you don't adapt to?"

"I, I don't remember, they don't." My eyes swung up and down, and my eyelids blinked quickly. "I, don't remember, my own family."

I felt as if the scene had suddenly cooled down.

"Do you still have an impression of other parts of your memory?" Dr. Sun asked, "Do you still remember what kind of occupation you are in?"

"No, remember." I can't be a comedian, can I?This profession has the potential to continue to develop in the future—this mechanical voice may sound more fun than my original voice.

"You work as an industry analyst at Nanshui Securities." My wife said from the side, "You went out this morning and said you were going to exercise."

Oh, that seems to be ok.At least I don't have to worry about my eyes typing too slowly, so that the burden will be thrown away halfway.

What do industry analysts do?detective?So, am I pretty rich?If you are rich, you should have a car and a house, right?Then why should I go out to exercise?Can't you just sit at home and wait to die?Why am I so overwhelmed that I have to go to the street and let the car hit me?
No, I started thinking wildly again.

This feeling is getting worse and worse.The countless thoughts that popped up in my mind at the same time almost drove me crazy.what the hell?

"Mr. Qian, are you okay?" Dr. Sun woke me up just in time.His voice was not loud, but it was just right to draw my attention back to his question.

"Very bad." I typed as fast as I could, and I don't know when this feeling of out-of-control thoughts will reappear next time. "I will, have many, thoughts. I control, not, them. Very, painful."

I heard the wailing of my own parents and wife.

"Your traumatic brain injury is mainly focused on the frontal lobe and hippocampus. This area of ​​​​the frontal lobe is mainly responsible for thinking and calculation, and it is related to your individual needs and emotions. And it makes activities subject to intention and motivation. The hippocampus is The area used to manage memory.” Dr. Sun explained, “Injury to these two locations may damage your ability to control your thinking and part of your memory, or it may be a side effect of surgery—although it can save lives, surgery has its own consequences after all. traumatic."

"Yes, it can be cured, right?" I found that this input method actually has abbreviation associations, which made my typing speed a lot faster. "I won't, it will always be like this in the future, right?"

"This needs to be evaluated by a professional neurologist. But from our doctor's point of view, as the brain tissue gradually subsides, there will definitely be some improvement." Dr. Sun was very cunning and did not answer my question directly.Instead, some encouragement was expressed in an ambiguous way. "About your current locked-in syndrome, the neurosurgery department believes that it is caused by your craniocerebral injury. We will also find a way to treat this part."

"Please, you guys, it's over." There are still some words that don't convey the meaning when typing.After all, I can't control the tone and speed of my speech.Anyway, if there is anyone who can remain so calm in this situation, then he must have been hit by a car and his brain was damaged.

But there is an advantage to typing slowly. I can think twice before saying a word.In my current situation, if I blurt out my words without thinking, I'm afraid it will embarrass everyone.

For example, when I saw my parents and wife, my first reaction was to open my mouth and ask, "Did you recognize the wrong person?" Fortunately, I couldn't speak at that time.Otherwise, when I say this sentence, I feel numb when I think about that embarrassing scene.

After Dr. Sun comforted me a few more words, he left with my family.I was lying alone in the distance, looking at the black screen and feeling a little regretful.

It's so boring to just lie on the bed and look at a keyboard.How nice it would be if this computer could access the Internet!

With nothing to do, I started to relax my mind on the bed and let those strange thoughts jump out by themselves.From a certain point of view, this is also a good way to relieve boredom.After such a period of personal experience, I found that sometimes I have a lot of thoughts that feel stupid.And following these thoughts to think about it, it will produce a pretty good entertainment effect.

Like the wife who just appeared in front of my eyes.How did we two meet?She looked haggard, but she was so pretty.Thinking of this, I couldn't help giving my former self a silent thumbs up in my heart, what a beautiful job, my former self!
It must be the one I took the initiative to chase after.If such a beautiful girl is caught by others, I will regret it and hit myself on the head—of course, I definitely can't hit it now.On the one hand, I have brain problems, and I am afraid that something will happen if I hammer it. On the other hand, I can't move my hands, and I can't hammer it even if I want to.

But from another point of view, lying on a hospital bed, although I can't move or speak, at least I'm still alive.And according to what Dr. Sun said, it seems that I can continue to live.

It would be nice to be able to move.I exclaimed so.Then slowly fell asleep amidst all kinds of complicated thoughts.

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(End of this chapter)