"I examined Master Bai yesterday. The blood clot in his brain has not completely disappeared. It is possible that it has compressed the nerves, causing him to suffer from temporary memory loss."
Braxton Bai was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a large cup of ice cream in his hand, eating it with relish.
He pretended to have amnesia, and towards the middle-aged male doctor and the frowning Lennox Lu standing in front of him, he had a completely indifferent attitude toward strangers.
The personal doctor circled around him twice, touched his head, and pulled his eyelids to observe carefully.
Looking at the film he had just brought from the hospital, the doctor adjusted the frame and said earnestly, "He still remembers his name and identity, and his relatives, friends and classmates also have an impression of him. It seems that he has selective amnesia."
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