Spare Tire is Gone

At 9:30 in the evening, Qi Cong finally finished the first day of practice and left the recording studio with Zhao Zhenxun.

After getting on the bus, Zhao Zhenxun told Qi Cong about the detailed arrangements for the week. Although in theory they have one week to record songs, after eliminating the time for flying back and forth and the time needed to go to the crew to learn ancient etiquette, Qi Cong actually used less than four days to record songs. .

Qi Cong wondered: "Then why not go to the recording studio tomorrow morning? Are there other arrangements?"

"Yeah." Zhao Zhenxun covered the itinerary. "Tomorrow morning you will come with me to the hospital for a psychological evaluation."

Qi Cong immediately understood Zhao Zhenxun's intentions.

To remove the patient's label, it is not enough to just give an ordinary physical examination report. The public is most concerned about his current mental health.

He clasped his hands, interlocked his fingers, and nodded: "I understand."

"Go to bed early tonight."

"Yeah." Qi Cong answered, then looked down at his hands.

Psychological assessment...He is not sure whether he can pass the assessment, because there are too many questions that have not yet found the exact answer, such as which part of the high fever induced his amnesia three years ago, such as the reason why he suddenly recovered his memory this year For example, those he has forgotten, may be remembered, or may never be remembered, about Jiang Zhaoyan’s three-year memory, such as his temperament changes in the past three years after amnesia... There are countless bombs buried in his body, no To figure out them, he and the people around him will live in worry all their lives.

He looked at his reflection in the car window.

Fortunately, there is no impulse to agree to Gu Xun. 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 retracted his gaze, took out his phone and clicked on WeChat. Gu Xun really sent a lot of news, he looked at it one by one, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and then slowly fell.

After getting out of his mind, he locked the phone, held it tightly in his hand, and looked sideways at Zhao Zhenxun. He wanted to ask if Zhao Zhenxun could arrange a psychotherapy for him. He opened his mouth and thought of his parents and the current family. Circumstances, silently shut up again.

not now. To pry the bombs one by one, he has to wait for him to settle his parents and prepare them mentally. Can't be impulsive and willful.

He retracted his gaze, clicked on Gu Xun's WeChat again, moved his finger up, and typed.

Qi Cong: I am going to do a psychological evaluation tomorrow.

Gu Xun second replied: I can fly over to accompany you.

Qi Cong was taken aback, then smiled. He refused to type, and asked Gu Xun to work hard. Gu Xun sent a few grievances and sighs over. He felt soft, and asked Yuanyuan to ask for a touching emoji, and sent it to Gu Xun.

Gu Xun was quiet immediately.

Qi Cong continued typing: I will tell you the result as soon as possible.

Gu Xun was typing for a while, and then he sent a sentence: I am waiting for your good news.

good news.

Qi Cong was holding his mobile phone, and suddenly no longer so worried and resisted the inspection.

There will be good news. As long as it is sick, it can be cured. When everything is stable, he will solve all the hidden dangers, and then get together with Gu Xun to compensate Gu Xun's waiting.

As for now... he looked at WeChat, asked Yuanyuan for another emoticon, hesitated for two seconds, and sent a message to Gu Xun.

Gu Xun started to input again, but the message was not sent for a long time.

Qi Cong's brain made up for Gu Xun's possible expression at this time, and his heart became softer, quietly waiting for Gu Xun's input.

As for now, let's do it for now. Both he and Gu Xun paused, standing in a position where they could advance and retreat, staring at each other.

...

Zhao Zhenxun arrived at the Shangjun era early the next morning and brought Qi Cong two large boxes of clothes.

"I asked Teacher Yuanyuan to pick these for you. Starting today, all the clothes you brought from Haicheng are not allowed to be worn again." Zhao Zhenxun said as he took out a set of clothes and put them at the end of the bed, "Wear this set today. "

When doing styling last time, Zhao Zhenxun once packed a few sets of clothes for Qi Cong at the stylist. During this time, Qi Cong mixed with the old clothes and changed them. What Qi Cong wears today is just a set of white T with casual pants brought from Haicheng.

Obviously, Zhao Zhenxun dislikes these old clothes and wants Qi Cong to say goodbye to his past image completely.

Qi Cong looked down at the clothes on her body, and then at the simple and generous suit on the bed, and obediently followed suit.

After changing their clothes, the two set off for the hospital.

In order to save time and guarantee the security, Zhao Zhenxun helped Qi Cong make an appointment for a private hospital. The private hospital is located in a well-known wealthy area in Beishi. It is of a good scale, with a large villa sanatorium, and the environment is very good.

Qi Cong is not someone who has never seen the world. He knows how expensive private hospitals are. He was surprised and felt very sorry. It was just a psychological evaluation, Manju had no need to arrange such a good place for him.

As if seeing what Qi Cong was thinking in his heart, Zhao Zhenxun suddenly said, "The experts here are the best among all private hospitals in Beishi, and the results are very detailed. You can also customize the plan. You can check it carefully and don’t have any worries. , Don’t keep it, the company needs to know your overall mental state."

Qi Cong condensed his thoughts and nodded.

The evaluation took more than two hours to complete, during which Qi Cong was arranged to do some inspections. After all the examinations, Qi Cong waited another hour before finally getting the results of his psychological evaluation. Zhao Zhenxun and Qi Cong went into the doctor's office to listen to the results.

The result is a lot of pages, including more than a dozen projects and branches, and it is indeed 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.

There is no mental illness.

Except for his mental state of anxiety and excessive stress, he has no mental problems. Based on his past cases and examination results, as well as his current condition, the doctor believed that his strange amnesia and the dramatic changes in his temperament during the amnesia were more caused by physiological reasons.

Strange amnesia is a sequelae caused by high fever, and a major change in temperament is more like a self-preserving stress response of the body after amnesia. Both have traces to follow, not the schizophrenia that he is vaguely worried about.

He is healthy.

"Then this kind of self-preservation reaction, assuming that the memory of the past has not been restored, will it disappear if it is comforted and guided? Can the patient return to the state before the illness?"

Qi Cong returned to his senses and looked at Zhao Zhenxun who was questioning.

The doctor thoughtfully replied: “Generally, after the patient is familiar with the people and things around him, and the surrounding environment is determined to be safe, this self-protection reaction will gradually weaken, and the speed of the weakening will vary according to the patient’s own adaptability and the thoroughness of care of relatives. As for whether you can return to the state before the illness, this requires a specific case analysis."

"Then if during the self-protection reaction of the patient, someone 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, will this self-protection reaction worsen? If it worsens, What will be the end result?"

Qi Cong was taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't help sitting upright.

Zhao Zhenxun asked this because he wanted to...

The doctor frowned when he was asked, and replied: "This is very dangerous. Patients with amnesia and self-preservation stress have a very fragile psychological protection barrier. Carelessness will cause serious psychological problems."

"Then what if this maliciously induced person is the only person trusted by the patient after amnesia?"

Sure enough, Zhao Zhenxun was trying to characterize Jiang Zhaoyan's behavior through the mouth of the doctor.

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 at Zhao Zhenxun, frowned deeply, and replied: "Mr. Zhao, you and I both know what will happen." After finishing talking, he clicked on an old case on the desktop.

Zhao Zhenxun looked over and found that it was the case when Qi Cong was rescued from gas poisoning. 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 likely that I will recover the memories of the past three years? If I want to recover, is there any way?"

Zhao Zhenxun stopped when he stood up and looked at Qi Cong.

The doctor also looked at Qi Cong, put down the various materials he was sorting out, and replied in a slow tone: "From the results of the examination, the possibility is uncertain. If you want to manually intervene to wake up the memory, there are ways to try it, but I cannot guarantee the result."

Qi Cong nodded his head to express his understanding and said goodbye.

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 zha bomb to be with Gu Xun."

Zhao Zhenxun was silent until the two got in the car and said, "You'd better discuss this matter with Gu Xun before doing it."

"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 called directly.

Qi Cong took it.

"When will you return to Hengcheng?" Gu Xun's voice was low, with a slight tick at the end, with lingering joy, "I remember you still owed me a certain amount of teaching fees and didn't pay it, eh, how about replacing it with a midnight snack? You invite me to supper, and I will continue to teach you acting."

Qi Cong's voice slowed unconsciously: "I'll go back in two days."

"Do these two days include today?"

"It should be...not included."

Gu Xun sighed exaggeratedly.

"Gu Xun."

"Ok?"

Qi Cong picked up the examination report on his leg, but still couldn't suppress the happiness in his heart, and shared again: "It's good news. The doctor said I am healthy."

Gu Xun was quiet for a long time.

Qi Cong was puzzled: "Gu Xun?"

"I know." Gu Xun's voice became a little low, and he sighed, "Gong...come back soon."

Maybe it was stimulated by someone's suppressed longing sigh, maybe because the test results let Qi Cong let go of a big rock in his heart, Qi Cong's singing state was surprisingly good this afternoon, every small problem pointed out by the vocal teacher He can quickly correct and adjust everything that needs attention. Before dinner, he can sing the song from beginning to end without any problems.

Seeing that Qi Cong was in good condition, the vocal teacher simply asked him to enter the studio after dinner to start the trial recording. This test was at ten o'clock in the evening. If it weren’t for the fear that Qi Cong’s voice couldn’t stand it, everyone even wanted to record "Rebirth" completely.

When Qi Cong was recording the song, Zhao Zhenxun had something to do and returned to Manju. 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 music scores into his backpack, looked at Zhao Zhenxun who was coming from stepping in confusion, and asked, "Why are you here again?"

"This afternoon I asked the public relations team to start taking you on the Internet about the unclear mental state, whether it is suitable for the rhythm of an actor, and prepare to wait for the wind to blow up and publish your psychological assessment report and physical examination report, and remove the patients from you in one fell swoop. label."

Qi Cong knew about this matter before they had communicated with each other. He looked at Zhao Zhenxun's expression and asked: "Has the situation changed?"

"Some people want to fish in troubled waters." Zhao Zhenxun replied, helping Qi Cong pack his things and said, "Two hours ago, someone broke the news on the Internet that you used Gu Xun and asked Gu Xun to ask you for a role. Now outside the recording studio is all the media. Put on your hat, let's talk as we walk."

Use Gu Xun for a role?

Qi Cong frowned deeply and put on his hat to follow 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 is suitable for the rhythm of being an actor based on Zhao Zhenxun’s arrangement, and took the opportunity to explode misleading information to discredit Qi Cong, saying that the role of You Changqing was sold by Qi Cong to Gu Xun through miserable sales. In addition, Qi Cong also encouraged Gu Xun to use his contacts to pressure the crew of "The Legend of Qinggu" to add drama to the role of You Changqing.

In order to verify that what he said was true, the reporter also broke several photos of Gu Xun talking to Qi Cong and the production director in the crew.

Qi Cong frowned as he heard it, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone and boarded Weibo to find out the photos and took a look.

There are three photos. A photo of him and Gu Xun sitting in the corner of the crew rest area and talking, a photo of Gu Xun talking with the production director, director and others, and a photo of him, Gu Xun and Zhao Zhenxun standing together and talking photo.

The person who broke the news probably didn't dare to offend Gu Xun, and only said that Gu Xun "can't bear the begging of past friends, so I wanted to help." But he was extremely rude to him and satirized him that it was not enough to rub Shen Jia. I want to use Gu Xun intentionally.

The person who broke the news finally threw out the original photo of him and Gu Xun who were eating supper, pointing out that he was actually crying and begging Gu Xun to pave the way for him. In the photo, Gu Xun's gloomy expression and his suspected gesture of bowing his head and wiping his tears were magnified, and it looked a bit pleading.

Qi Cong was dumb.

This broke the news that people's ability to look at pictures and talk is really too strong.

"Should be done by the same person."

Qi Cong looked at Zhao Zhenxun: "What?"

"At the beginning, you broke the news that you chased Gu Xun, and now you broke the news that you used Gu Xun to sell miserably. It is most likely the same person." Zhao Zhenxun motioned to Qi Cong to put away his mobile phone. The revelation came just right, this time your patient's label, I will definitely pick it up for you."

The elevator opened, and the bodyguards guarding outside immediately stepped forward to surround Qi Cong and Zhao Zhenxun.

When a group of people went out, all the media gathered around, the shutter sound kept coming, and the voices of reporters came and went one after another.

"Qi Cong! Did Gu Xun help you ask for the role of You Changqing?"

"How did you and Gu Xun meet!"

"Qi Cong, what do you think of Gu Xun's confession of your hot search two days ago!"

Qi Cong did not give the media a look, and got into the car under the protection of bodyguards, shutting out all the disturbing sounds outside the car door.