However, the pent－up feeling of uneasiness in my heart never dispersed.

Carl patted me gently on the back and looked at the medical staff nearby. The nurse moved quickly and immediately injected sedatives into me.

I twisted my eyebrows and had no time to respond. Carl‘s hand had squeezed me hard.

Soon, the tranquilizer reacted and I fell asleep.

Carl put me on the bed before looking at the doctor.

The doctor gave the order decisively. Soon, the nurse pushed me to do various brain examinations. I didn‘t know anything, while Carl and the doctor watched me be continuously fed into the instrument and pushed out the instrument outside the examination room.

The doctor‘s eyes were fixed on the computer screen.

It took a long time for the doctor to open his mouth： "Miss Li has ive amnesia and has directly isolated the most painful parts of her memory, so her memory is faulty now. It is probably at the beginning of pregnancy, or before she feels bad about the memory."

Of course the doctor doesn‘t know about Carl and me.

However, the doctor‘s words made Carl react immediately： "Selective amnesia, that is, those bad memories, she forgot them, didn‘t she?"

"At present, it seems so." The doctor nodded.

Carl‘s voice became extremely firm： "Can this part of memory disappear forever?"

The doctor frowned, shook his head and looked at me who had been pushed out of the examination room： "Impossible, but Miss Li‘s current allergy, as long as it is not stimulated by these bad memories, may not be remembered again for the rest of her life. This is human instinctive self－protection."

Carl didn‘t speak.

"But the current situation is not very good either, because in such an environment, Miss Li does not feel any sense of security. If possible, under such circumstances, Miss Li should be taken back to her familiar living environment, which may make her mental state better."

The doctor continued.

"What if I met those people in bad memories?" Carl asked.

"As long as there is no trigger point for memory, then the problem is not big." The doctor said quickly, "But once it is stimulated and the memory is restored, it may be more terrible than before."

Carl didn‘t speak.

"We have foreseen too few such cases clinically, so there is no reference." The doctor shook his head. "Mr. Bo, I‘m sorry."

Carl‘s hand clenched his fist.

And I have been pushed back to the ward by the nurse.

Not long after returning to the room, I had gradually regained consciousness. Soon, I saw Carl sitting on the sofa with a tall figure.

As soon as I woke up, Carl stood up and walked up to me： "Are you better?"

"I feel better." I said, but the confusion still couldn‘t get down. "I feel that many things, my memory is broken."

"Listen to me quietly." Carl took my hand and explained slowly.

In Carl‘s words, I understand－

I had an accident when I went to the United States on a business trip with Carl, and I won the opportunity to go on a business trip. Because I was pregnant, Carl reduced my workload, causing me to have a big fight with Carl.

So Carl took me to the United States, but I didn‘t expect that when I was in the United States, I had a car accident and my brain was hit, so I miscarried.

With the miscarriage, I fell into a coma.

After hearing Carl‘s words, my expression became consternation： "How long have I been in a coma? What month and date is it now?"

Carl said a precise time.

Under this circumstance, my consternation cannot be completely concealed.

Does this mean I have been in a coma for half a year? Isn‘t this equivalent to a vegetable?

I can‘t believe it. I can‘t say a word and can only look at Carl so foolishly. I always feel that this matter is full of doubts, but I can‘t find where the doubts are.

"Impossible." I subconsciously rejected it.

Carl, however, held my hand firmly： "If you don‘t believe me, you can ask the attending doctor if this is the case. Why do you live in cranial neurology department when you are clearly a miscarriage?"