Dave carefully studied Zhong Yibin's case and went to the hospital to conduct in-depth discussions with Zhong Yibin's attending doctor. He found that Zhong Yibin's amnesia was mainly pathological rather than psychological, and it was the stick that liquidated his memory and there was no possibility of recovery.

Chu Qin looked at Dave speechlessly: "So, after wasting so much money from the Zhong family, your conclusion is that it cannot be cured?"

"No, no," Dave waved his hand, "usually, this situation will eliminate all memories, but Mr. Zhong still remembers you. This is an extremely special case, medically called..."

Dave threw away a lot of English terms for medical science. Chu Qin couldn't understand it, so he turned to see the little translator. The translation was also bitter. He was not a professional medical translator, and it was okay to translate a conversation in daily life. The native Americans may not understand such advanced professional terms, let alone him, a half-baked student.

So, Dave himself was immersed in academic research and talked endlessly. Chu Qin quietly picked up the fork and started eating. Today, Dave was invited to a buffet. If Dave didn't eat it, they couldn't waste it.

Zhong Yibin didn't plan to pay attention to Dave from beginning to end, and took Chu Qin's food attentively. He put Chu Qin's favorite food in front of him, and quietly put Dave's dislike.

"Okay, Dave, I don't want to listen to your research results. I just want to know how to restore his memory and whether it is harmful to him." Chu Qin picked up the dining cloth and wiped the corners of his mouth, took a sip of water slowly, and interrupted Dave unbearably.

"Oh, my dear, I just said a lot, didn't you listen?" Dave looked at Chu Qin incredibly. He had just explained for a long time and was talking about the recovery method. Since Zhong Yibin remembers Chu Qin, he must have a backup file in the corner of the memory area. As long as he retrieves this file, he will hopefully restore his memory.

"How to retrieve it?" Chu Qin frowned. Heard that many psychologists need to hypnotize treatment for people. Chu Qin has always felt that this kind of thing is very dangerous. What's more, Zhong Yibin's consciousness is very fragile now, his memory is incomplete, and his sense of security is lacking. If he doesn't do it properly, he will be mentally insane.

"No need for hypnosis, you don't have to be nervous," Dave explained hurriedly after hearing his concerns, "It's a very safe way to reproduce the scene."

"Ah?" Chu Qin twitched the corner of his mouth. Isn't this a routine in TV series? Usually, when someone loses his memory, he will let the person go back to his past place. Everyone will show him what happened in the past over and over again to stimulate him to restore his memory. This is too irrelevant and not scientific at all. OK?

"Art comes from life, don't you know?" Dave waved his fist excitedly, "but the description in the TV series is not accurate. There is a prerequisite for recalling the past, that is, the guide of the amnesia must be someone he trusts very much, and give him a strong psychological hint, so that the treatment can take effect."

The person Zhong Yibin trusts most is Chu Qin. Hearing that the guide was himself, Chu Qin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, so he would not be afraid that others would instill strange ideas into Zhong Yibin or deliberately mislead him.

Dave gave Chu Qin a bunch of information and asked him to go back to read it. Chu Qin couldn't understand the difficult medical professional information, so he probably understood that he wanted to take Zhong Yibin to a place he had been to try to recall, and in the process, he had to maintain a high level of trust in him.

"Forget it, it's okay if you can't understand it, those memories are nothing important." Zhong Yibin took away the thick information from Chu Qin's hand and forced the person who was not sleeping in the middle of the night to the bed.

"Why doesn't it matter?" Chu Qin pressed against the man's chest and sighed, "Those memories, whether good or bad, are your previous life trajectory. If there is no memory, will the past twenty years be lost?"

"Then you just think I am a baby who is just born." Zhong Yibin said indifferently. Anyway, he still remembers his beloved and has met his family again, and nothing else matters.

"Where is such a big baby?" Chu Qin stretched out his fingers and slowly slid from his strong chest to his tight belly, and towards his slender legs.

Zhong Yibin grabbed his hand that was slid to his waist and led him to touch his lower abdomen: "Are you talking about this big?"

The skin of his subordinates emitted a high heat through the soft fabric. He was forced to get close to him and could feel the pulsation in it. Chu Qin quickly blushed and looked up at him: "Rogue..."

"I am a little baby, I don't know what a hooligan is," Zhong Yibin smiled and arched in front of his chest. "The little baby is hungry and wants to drink grandma."

"Puff... don't make a fuss, haha..." Chu Qin was itchy by him and couldn't help laughing. The heavy feeling in his heart gradually disappeared. Since Zhong Yibin didn't care, then do his best to restore the memory. It is better to recover naturally, and it is not necessary to recover or force it.

According to what Dave said, he wanted to go to a familiar place to recall the past. On that day, Chu Qin got off work and planned to take Zhong Yibin to the place they used to go to, but unexpectedly he met someone at the door of the studio.

"Chu Qin, can you have a cup of tea with you?" Here comes a middle-aged man in his forties, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and straight figure. Even when he is old, he can't hide his handsomeness. This man is an old singer and has a very high status in the singing industry. Other singers will become stars, and people like him will be called artists.
Chapter completed!