[R18] Pampered (NP) – “Pampered (NP)” Chapter 87 [English]

87. Rewrite memory

Shen Lingzhi lay on the bed as instructed.

Cheng Rang and Song Lianxi’s eyes briefly met, and they understood each other.

Cheng Rang left the room and went to treat the injured first. When he came back from his work, it was already five hours later.

But Song Lianxi hasn’t come out yet.

At Song Lianxi’s level, it wouldn’t take so long to make Zhizhi forget that Shen Wangbai’s life was hanging by a thread and erase all memories after the dismemberment case.

He glanced at his watch. He, who remained calm even in the face of several seriously injured patients, felt faintly anxious at this moment.

After another half hour, Song Lianxi came out, glanced at Cheng Rang, and the two of them went to the next room.

After closing the door, Cheng Rang immediately asked, “How’s the progress?”

“Wait a minute, let me take a sip of water first. After talking for so long, my throat is starting to smoke!” Song Lianxi sat down, took a big sip, and frowned critically, “Why does this water smell like plastic!” Cheng Rang tapped his fingers on the table silently, “Can you tell me?”

“Tsk tsk, Expert Cheng, it’s the first time I’ve seen you so impatient. It seems that not only has that little girl’s life experience been simple, but her relationship with you is also not simple! But it’s a pity, I have recalled so many past events based on her memory, but not much about you.”

Cheng Rang’s gentle and handsome face was chapped for a moment.

Song Lianxi laughed improperly, straightened his back, and entered work mode at the right time, “You said that making her forget that her brother’s life was hanging by a thread and erasing all the memories after the dismemberment case was to dissolve her suicidal tendencies, right? However, I unexpectedly discovered a knot in her heart that she had buried deep in her memory. Although I don’t know if it is the root of her suicidal tendencies, I still feel it is necessary to communicate with you.”

Cheng Rang knocked on the table for a moment.

Song Lianxi lowered his voice by two points, “She has a brother-sister relationship with her brother, and it’s very deep.” Cheng Rang’s pupils behind the lenses trembled violently, and the hands on the table were put into the pockets of his white coat.

He remembered the first time he noticed Zhi Zhi. At that time, there was a terrorist attack at the marathon. The young she hurriedly shuttled among the frightened crowd, like a lost little lamb. Suddenly, she squatted down and hugged a man’s body that was blown to pieces and howled, heartbreakingly crying, “Brother, brother…” The man was injured so badly that his whole body was covered in flesh and blood. He could tell with just one glance that there was no way he could save himself.

At that time, the scene was chaotic and medical resources were very tight. The superiors ordered to give priority to the treatment of injured patients with a high survival rate.

This person is not among those he needs to treat.

But she grabbed his trouser leg and begged, “Brother doctor, please save him, save my brother…” He couldn’t bear to refuse, and first taught her to hold down the exposed aorta in the injured neck.

Such a hideous and bloody wound requires courage even for an adult to take action. She pressed it down without any hesitation, crying and burping in tears as she asked he, “This will save my brother, right?” This would actually add a few minutes to the injured person’s survival time at most.

He didn’t answer, he touched her head heavily, then turned to treat his injuries.

After he was busy for a while and then turned back, he saw two staff members standing in front of the tattered body, as if they were about to move away. She was guarding the man’s body like a little hen, crying at the top of her lungs. Her upper body was covered in blood, and her fingers were still pressing the big pulse that had stopped beating long ago.

Although it later turned out that this incident was a mistake and she had admitted the wrong person, the strong and burning emotion in her eyes deeply shocked him.

He always thought it was just a close relationship between brother and sister. After all, they had depended on each other since childhood, and it was normal for her to rely on her brother.

But now Song Lianxi’s words made him suddenly realize that she was almost the same as she was crazy that day.

It turns out that the seeds of taboo have already been buried in her heart.

As time goes by, such a love that is not tolerated by the world not only does not die, but thrives.

So, what does Shen Wangbai think?Shen Wangbai has a serious girlfriend and a fiancée who is about to get married before, so he probably has no such idea – Cheng Rang would have insisted on this view if he hadn’t seen that scene in the cave.

At that time, although Shen Wangbai fell into a coma, there was still a trace of instinct left in his body.

Otherwise, his arms that should be hanging down weakly would not bend thirty degrees behind the waist of the branch to make a false hug.

This kind of action is normal for other people, but for Shen Wangbai, it is abnormal.

Shen Wangbai has an unknown hidden disease. He has a strong physical resistance to the female body and cannot touch women. Holding hands is his limit.

It’s not that he has never received treatment before, but even in his sleep, as long as there is a woman lying in his arms, he will wake up immediately and push her away.

However, in the cave, Zhizhi was naked and hugging him. It would be fine if he really lost consciousness completely, but his body made a false hug.

Is it because Zhizhi is his only relative, or is it because, in his heart, he also has other thoughts about Zhizhi?Cheng Rang’s left hand in his pocket was slightly bent into a fist, and his thumb and index finger rubbed each other, as if kneading the passing time.

“I remember you said that your hypnosis can rewrite the written memory.”

“Yes, but it’s not permanent. If she encounters special clues that constantly stimulate her, she may still remember it.”

Song Lianxi paused for a moment, with complicated eyes, “Do you really want me to do this?” “Yeah.”

Cheng Rang’s back was straight and his voice was gentle and melodious, like a handsome young man reciting poetry under the tree, “Except for what I told you before, I want her to forget the special feelings I have for her brother.”

A young girl should have a beautiful and splendid life, instead of being troubled by pain and feelings that are not blessed by the world.

There will be no consequences between she and her brother, and he will not let her die.

Song Lianxi nodded, and just as he was about to stand up and open the door, Cheng Rang suddenly added, “And…” The man’s gentle voice disappeared in the cool wind.

Shen Lingzhi felt like she had had a long, long dream. In the dream, she shuttled through the constantly switching scenes like a revolving lantern. She stretched out her hand to grab something, but the passing scenes instantly turned into fragments and dissipated in the distant horizon.

My mind was very swollen and tired, as if I had gone through a life journey of more than ten years in an instant, but when I woke up, I couldn’t remember anything.

She looked at her hands, feeling a sense of confusion and emptiness in her heart.

What did she dream about?Why is she in the hospital?”Zhizhi, are you awake? Are you hungry?” Shen Lingzhi’s dilated pupils turned to focus, and then he saw a gentle and handsome man sitting on the chair next to the bed. His back was as straight as a pine, and his temperament was pure. He was holding a hard-cover book in his hand. His fingertips were slender and clean. With any posture, he could turn out to be a pleasing painting.

“Cheng, Cheng Rang…” She called out subconsciously.

Cheng Rang.

It’s not Brother Cheng, but Cheng Rang.

Cheng Rang’s dark eyes behind the lenses shrank hard, his heartbeat increased, his eyes were firmly locked on She, and his gentle voice was a bit aggressive, “Zhi Zhi, what did you call me just now?”

“Cheng Rang.”

Shen Lingzhi was very confused and at a loss. His eyes were so scary, as if he wanted to eat people.

In her memory, he is her boyfriend. Is it wrong to call him that?Cheng Rang closed the hard-cover book with a snap, hugged the girl’s soft body into his arms, held her face with one hand, rubbed her soft lips with his fingertips, and his voice became softer and hoarse, “What’s your name? Say it again.”