The president is committing suicide

"We're going to the doctor tomorrow morning and get another checkup."

"I know."

Ding Jiaying didn't know why she was shy. There was nothing shameful about these words.

At the dinner table, she kept staring at Shen Cong unconsciously, then quickly looked away, like a thief.

The extremely awkward reaction made her feel that in Shen Cong's eyes, she was probably just an erratic weirdo.

After saying this, Ding Jiaying wanted to take herself back and hide in her room to scold herself.

"Wait a minute." Shen Cong stopped her at the stairs, "Why are you running so fast?"

"Ah, nothing."

"Am I so hateful?" Shen Cong spoke slowly, as if he was afraid of scaring a frightened sparrow.

Ding Jiaying realized that the person who came over was talking about her, and quickly waved her hands: "No, no, it's none of your business. I just remembered that there are some things to do, otherwise it will be difficult to explain to Xiao Mimi tomorrow."

"Oh, you've started working so early? Are you working so hard now?" Shen Cong seemed to have no doubts at all, and said affectionately and gently, "Then go quickly. But remember to take medicine and rest early, and don't stay up late."

How can you work without staying up late? But since I was lying, it would be better to pretend a little.

"I'll try to finish early. It shouldn't delay my going to the hospital tomorrow." Ding Jiaying said good night to him.

Shen Cong watched her close the door, a smile on his lips, and his heart full of tenderness seemed to permeate the sweetness in the air.

Her door was closed, and Shen Cong didn't fall asleep so quickly.

He walked slowly to the study, closed the door, and isolated himself from the outside world.

Ding Jiaying had originally just made an excuse that she had to make something for Xiao Mimi and had to work overtime. But it turned out that she couldn't just say anything.

Less than two minutes after she entered the room and smiled foolishly at the wall, Xiao Mimi called her. She really wanted her to do something.

It was a mess. Only one person dared to give orders and the other dared to do it. It was not until midnight that the work was completed.

So on the way to the hospital, Ding Jiaying felt drowsy and quickly fell asleep.

"Okay, here we are."

When Ding Jiaying opened her eyes, she found herself leaning on Shen Cong's shoulder. His fatal smile was within reach, and her familiar breath passed over her face.

She came to her senses immediately and got out of the car quickly.

Looking at the unfamiliar building in front of her, Ding Jiaying was puzzled: "Isn't this where Dr. Liu is?"

Shen Cong took her hand and walked inside: "Your situation is rather special, he recommended us to come and see his teacher."

Oh, it turns out that Xiao Mimi is not the only one who calls for help in the middle of the night. Doctors also have to call for help when there are any difficult and complicated diseases that they cannot handle.

Doctor Liu shook his teacher, and Xiao Mimi shook me. Does this mean that I am a little bit better than Xiao Mimi?

She was delighted, and Shen Cong was relieved: "The professor is an authority in this area. But there may not be any specific medicine. If there is nothing wrong with your physical examination this time, you can go to work in the company as you wish. Do everything you want to do."

After listening to him, the sleepiness in Ding Jiaying's eyes and eyebrows disappeared, and she looked full of energy.

Xiao Mimi, just wait for the sisters to come and fight alongside you!

The professor was worthy of being a professor. He was very careful and patient in every examination. Looking at his gray hair, Ding Jiaying was too embarrassed to show any impatience. She answered every small question, even the ones that were mentioned repeatedly.

During this period, I also did some online research on my condition. Many tests were more like psychological tests than health inquiries. Maybe this is the professor's research direction.

"Are you tired?" There were still a few tests to go, and during the break, Shen Cong handed her a cup of warm water.

"Not bad." Ding Jiaying was not tired, just a little inexplicably nervous.

"The people in this hospital seem to be much more serious than those at Dr. Liu's place." Ding Jiaying thought for a moment and said, "Could there be a bigger problem?"

Shen Cong held her hand and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. This is a research institute. The work style here is more rigorous than that of our hospital, and the research is more advanced. The professors are serious at work, but they are actually very gentle in private. Professor Zhang's favorite cartoon is still The Powerpuff Girls."

Ding Jiaying burst out laughing. It was really hard to imagine that such a respected professor liked such a little thing.

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

"There are a few more tests to be done, all of which are relatively simple. I'll go talk to the professor. You wait here for me, I'll be back soon. Okay?" Shen Cong seemed to be instructing his troublesome daughter.

Ding Jiaying stuck out her tongue mischievously: "I know, I'm not a child anymore."

"I'm serious. You know I'm most afraid of not being able to find you." Shen Cong pretended to be sad and said half-truthfully while holding his heart.

Ding Jiaying wondered if this guy had suddenly turned on some switch and closed his cold mask. He laughed and said, "It's too fake. I definitely won't run around."

After the examination, Ding Jiaying initially wanted to sit quietly and wait for Shen Cong to come.

What a coincidence, I saw Ding Jiayin through the window, whom I had just met a few days ago. It's true that enemies often meet each other, and the road in this world is so narrow.

It’s not that I’m afraid of her problem, it’s just that it doesn’t bite people but it’s annoying.

Ding Jiaying didn't want to meet her, but it might cause trouble.

I walked around in the building and took the emergency stairs up two floors before I found a door to enter.

The sign on the glass door shows that it is still the research institute, but it seems to be all offices now.

Ding Jiaying heard a familiar voice when she passed by the director's office.

As soon as I stopped, the door suddenly opened.

The six eyes met, and it was Shen Conghe and the professor who were inside the door.

"I just happened to be passing by." Ding Jiaying's voice was weak. Although this kind of situation is hard to convince people under normal circumstances, what she said was really the truth.

Shen Cong didn't say anything. He held her in his arms and turned around to say goodbye to the professor.

The professor looked at their intimacy, and the look in his eyes seemed like he was excited about some CP coming true: "Good, good, very good."

Ding Jiaying has a lot of question marks on her head.

"Well, I mean, Miss Ding, everything is fine with you. Although you can't remember some things now, it obviously has no impact on your basic life. You can take care of yourself, and you have basic life and learning knowledge reserves. Your learning ability, expression ability, and thinking ability have not been affected. Even if you don't remember those things, there is no obvious damage or lesions in your brain, and there is no trend of continued worsening of symptoms. In other words, you can still live a wonderful life, don't worry."

The professor's words made Ding Jiaying feel a little relieved. Indeed, she had thought about it before. If there was something wrong with her brain, would she forget all the things and people she remembered now when she woke up one day in the future? At that time, would she not wake up herself, but another self who might be 18 years old, or even only 8 years old?