The neuropsychology specialist on the fifth floor put away her glasses and sat back at the desk.

“This kind of thing you’re experiencing is actually quite common,” she said.

“So did I have an out-of-body experience, living some days in another space or parallel dimension?” Qi Yue asked, lying on the reclining chair.

The doctor laughed.

“Yueniang, the fact that you can say such things shows that this dream realm is troubling you quite seriously,” she said.

Qi Yue sat up, noticing the key word in her statement.

“So it’s still a dream, a hallucination?” she said, pressing her head with her hand. “But if I hadn’t experienced it personally, how could I have learned those things, traditional Chinese medicine’s observation, listening, inquiry, and palpation?”

“This is exactly what I want to explain. Haven’t you ever felt that sometimes when you go to a place, you have a familiar feeling, as if you’ve been there before? Or in daily conversation, when you say something, or encounter a certain scene, it feels like you’ve experienced it before?” the doctor said, leaning back in her chair.

Indeed, Qi Yue nodded.

“So our brain deceives us,” the doctor said, pointing to her head. “It’s very powerful and can remember many things, but it’s also quite foolish. All those memories are jumbled together in a heap, so much so that it doesn’t even know which is which, until suddenly something jostles them and some roll out…”

“That is to say, I actually experienced these things, but I forgot,” Qi Yue said.

“Many times, dreams and these so-called familiar, experienced scenes are memories from our childhood. When the brain is stimulated, it’s a kind of feeling reflected by missing scenes,” the doctor nodded and said.

“But I really haven’t studied much traditional Chinese medicine before,” Qi Yue frowned. “I only took a few TCM classes as electives in school, and later looked at some materials when writing reports on TCM injections…”

“But that’s still contact, isn’t it?” the doctor said.

Qi Yue frowned.

“That wouldn’t be enough for my brain to find this skill and make me so capable,” she said.

“Some people fall and wake up able to speak multiple languages, or suddenly become painting geniuses. It’s not that you’re amazing,” the doctor smiled, pointing to her head. “It’s that the human brain is amazing.”

Qi Yue rolled her eyes.

“Besides, are you really that amazing?” the doctor asked curiously.

Qi Yue touched her ear.

“Not really. Occasionally, I make wrong diagnoses too. After all, I studied with them for a short time,” she said, pausing here.

Them…

Those vivid people…

Were they really not real?

Were they just created by her brain based on past memories?

“Yes,” the doctor said, tapping the desk for emphasis again. “Yueniang, your brain has been injured. Having this kind of aftereffect is very normal. What you need to do is distinguish between reality and dreams. Brighten your own eyes.”

Qi Yue smiled.

“Alright, I understand. I won’t fall into mysticism from now on, then go listen to scriptures and study the Dao, pursuing illusory past-life karma. I, Qi Yue, need to earn living expenses first,” she said.

“Wrong,” the doctor pointed at her. “Finding a man is most important.”

Qi Yue laughed heartily.

“However, although I know your self-control is strong, you still need to do three more therapy sessions,” the doctor said, tearing off a prescription with a rustle. “I’ll give you a friendship discount.”

Qi Yue smiled and took it, looking it over.

“Don’t get these medicines from the pharmacy. I’ll call the agent, and they’ll deliver them to you,” the doctor continued.

This way, she could avoid others knowing she was taking medication.

Qi Yue smiled and thanked her.

“I’m leaving now,” she said, no longer joking, walking out and casually closing the door behind her.

The doctor watched her leave, thought for a moment, and reached for the phone on the desk. Just as she was about to dial, the door was suddenly pushed open forcefully, startling her.

“Don’t tell my dad,” Qi Yue warned. “Otherwise, I’ll tell your child’s father about you secretly stashing bonus money last time!”

“You’re ruthless!” the doctor gave her a thumbs up.

Only then did Qi Yue smile and really leave.

She looked down at the prescription in her hand, shaking her head with a self-mocking smile.

Someone brushed past her and, seeing her, quickly stopped.

Qi Yue didn’t notice and continued walking.

“Dr. Qi,” Peng Jiahai called out.

Only then did Qi Yue turn around.

“Dr. Peng,” she said with a smile.

Peng Jiahai said goodbye to the colleague beside him and walked over, glancing at the direction Qi Yue had come from. He pointed with some confusion.

“Official business, official business,” Qi Yue smiled, hastily crumpling the prescription and putting it in her white coat pocket.

Peng Jiahai had obviously seen it, but naturally wouldn’t say anything.

They fell silent for a moment.

“Are you going to the outpatient clinic?” Qi Yue asked proactively.

“Oh, no, I just had a consultation. I’m going back to the ward,” Peng Jiahai said, taking the initiative to walk.

Qi Yue followed.

“The steak at your place last time was quite good,” Peng Jiahai said. “Where did you buy it? I’ve been here so long but haven’t been able to buy any to my taste.”

“That’s because you didn’t ask me earlier,” Qi Yue smiled. “It’s not at the supermarket, but in the market behind, the innermost shop. When you go, mention my name and they’ll give you a 20% discount.”

Peng Jiahai laughed.

“Really?” he said.

“Try it and you’ll know,” Qi Yue said.

The two entered the elevator while talking.

Father Qi, who had been pulled along by Huang Ying, finally emerged from an office.

“Little Huang, why did you drag me away? What’s really wrong with Little Yue? Why did she come to see neuropsychology for no reason?” he said.

“Oh my, Uncle, don’t worry unnecessarily. She’s fine, she’s just too lonely,” Huang Ying said. “Look, look, isn’t this good? She’ll be fine soon.”

Father Qi shook his head and smiled.

“You child,” he said, then looked in the direction where Qi Yue and Peng Jiahai had gone, frowning slightly. “It’s just that Dr. Peng…”

“This person is good, right? I’ve inquired about him – his family background is very clean,” Huang Ying quickly said.

“However, he seems to still want to develop abroad,” Father Qi said.

“What’s to fear about that? It’s just a plane ticket. Besides, Little Yue wouldn’t have trouble abroad either. She should have gone abroad long ago. Last time she had that opportunity, but if you hadn’t suggested she…” Huang Ying said, then quickly stopped herself.

If Father Qi hadn’t suggested it last time, Qi Yue wouldn’t have given up studying abroad to go to the countryside, and the accident wouldn’t have happened.

This was probably a hidden pain in Father Qi’s heart.

“Uncle, look at me, I just don’t think before I speak. I didn’t mean it that way,” Huang Ying quickly explained.

Father Qi smiled to comfort her.

“Let the young people handle it themselves,” he said. “No matter where they go, as long as I know she’s doing well, that’s enough.”

Days passed simply yet fulfillingly like this.

No one asked Qi Yue about seeing the neuropsychologist. She always came during lunch breaks to see this doctor, and since their relationship was good enough, any excuse would work.

Father Qi also pretended not to know, but secretly went to ask the doctor regularly.

“…She’s much better now,” the doctor said, flipping through records. “Uncle, you know Yueniang is a very self-controlled person.”

Father Qi nodded.

“I’m really afraid she has some aftereffects. Since she woke up, her whole state has been somewhat off, her emotions always a bit strange,” he said, pressing his forehead.

“Uncle, don’t you already know whether she has aftereffects or not?” the doctor smiled.

“Physical ailments I can be sure of and can treat. But psychological ones…” Father Qi shook his head, then looked somewhat puzzled. “But she just lay there quietly for so long, what could be psychologically wrong? Psychological trauma from the accident?”

The doctor shook her head.

“It was just a fall. Yueniang isn’t the type to give up eating for fear of choking,” she smiled, crossing her arms thoughtfully. “I estimate it’s still an emotional issue. She…”

She looked at the empty chair where Qi Yue would sit during her regular therapy sessions, always with eyes closed, swaying back and forth.

“Her expression is very sorrowful, very nostalgic and grief-stricken… I’ve seen this kind of emotion many times. It’s basically always about feelings, people who can’t let go, things they can’t let go of,” the doctor continued.

They both thought of the same person and shook their heads.

“The relationship with Jianfeng started in university, so it’s no wonder she can’t let go,” Father Qi said. “I originally thought Yueniang was open-minded…”

“The more open-minded a woman appears, the more easily she gets stuck in emotional dead ends. Smiling in front of people, crying behind them, and absolutely refusing to let anyone see the wound. It’s not as good as those who cry and make a fuss – at least they empty out their emotional garbage,” the doctor said.

Both sighed.

“However, she’s much better now. Isn’t Yueniang willing to start a new relationship?” the doctor smiled again.

“Dr. Peng? That’s not really serious yet,” Father Qi shook his head.

“Take it slowly. At least Yueniang isn’t rejecting him,” the doctor said. “This shows she’s willing to let go of the past, which is good.”

Father Qi nodded.

“Is her therapy finished?” he asked again.

The doctor organized the medical records and nodded.

“She’s been rotating in the emergency room for the past six months, too busy. She’s fine now, so I’m not making her come deliberately anymore. I’ll keep an eye on her daily,” she said. “The Ten Outstanding competition has started. Yueniang might have a chance.”

“Don’t think about that. She was sick for so long and has been working for less than a year,” Father Qi shook his head.

“It’s not about who’s been working the longest,” the doctor smiled.

At this moment, Qi Yue was at her busiest.

If you asked where the most chaotic place was, it would definitely be the emergency room, running day and night without stopping.

Accompanied by the wail of ambulances, paramedics in green uniforms pushed patients in.

Qi Yue had to abandon the overtime meal box she had just received.

“…Male, thirty-five years old, external injury for one hour… shock…”

“Blood pressure, heart rate 110…”

“Dr. Qi, the X-ray and ultrasound departments are all full now, we can’t wait,” the resident doctor reported after making several calls. “The orthopedic attending physician is in surgery and can’t be spared temporarily…”

Qi Yue didn’t get up, just hummed in acknowledgment and reached out to touch the injured person’s leg.

“Dr. Qi?” everyone couldn’t help but ask, not knowing what she was doing.

Qi Yue carefully felt around the injured person’s body one area at a time.

“Tibial fracture,” she said.

“Ah?” The people around were stunned.

This, this, she could tell where the fracture was just by touching it twice?

Author’s Note: I’m rushing to meet my deadline, really afraid I won’t finish by the end of the month. Fortunately, I’m managing the pace well, and the plot timing is just right for them to meet during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

If it’s too wordy, please forgive me.