Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Chapter 708 Professor Bob

It was around noon Beijing time, which was exactly midnight in Philadelphia.

Bella was still awake and quickly replied, "Such a rare blood type is very secretive and difficult to find out because I'm afraid someone might take a risk. But I'll try my best."

Wen Liang: "Thank you."

Bella: "Fei, why are you asking this?"

Wen Liang: "It's hard to explain in a few words. I'll go to Philadelphia in a few days and tell you then."

I hope her suspicion is correct.

Bella: "Yes, yes! Welcome!"

The takeaway arrived, and Wen Liang took out several lunch boxes from the bag, which contained braised eggplant, stir-fried cauliflower, spicy chicken, and finally a portion of rice.

Wen Liang opened the lids one by one, and the rich fragrance wafted out, soon filling the entire room.

Mason sniffed and couldn't help licking the corner of his mouth.

After being here for two or three months, Mason, who had never eaten good food before, has completely fallen in love with the food here.

Wen Liang looked at Mason staring at the food eagerly and couldn't help but smile, "Your lunch should be delivered soon."

The doctor said that Mason cannot eat too greasy food now, so Huo Dongcheng specially hired a nutritionist to promote his physical recovery through food supplements.

Mason's eyes were glued to the plate of red spicy chicken. He blinked his big gray-blue eyes and pleaded pitifully, "Just a small piece, please?"

He likes to eat spicy chicken very much, but his father won't let him eat too much and can only eat two pieces at a time.

Wenliang's heart softened instantly. She picked up the smallest piece of chicken and carefully removed the chili seeds: "You can only taste a little bit."

Mason opened his mouth impatiently and tasted the long-lost spicy aroma, his face full of joy.

But who knew that he accidentally choked when swallowing, and the burning spicy taste filled his throat.

"Cough cough cough..."

Mason started coughing violently, not sure if it was because of the cough or the spiciness, but his little face slowly turned red.

Wen Liang hurriedly helped him calm down and took the cup, "Hurry and drink some water."

Mason quickly took several gulps of water, coughed a few times, and finally calmed down.

Wen Liang couldn't help laughing, and quickly picked up a piece of eggplant for him: "Eat some of this to press down on me."

The braised eggplant was sour and sweet. Mason ate a piece and wanted more, but the lukewarm one wouldn’t allow him to eat more.

So Mason looked up at her pitifully.

Just then, the door of the ward was gently pushed open.

Huo Dongcheng came in carrying a thermos bucket, and seeing Wen Liang, he smiled and said, "Aliang is here too, have you eaten?"

"I was about to eat," Wen Liang turned around and looked at him, "What about you?"

"Ate."

"Why did you personally deliver the meal today?"

Huo Dongcheng put the thermos bucket on the table and opened it while saying, "I just happen to have nothing to do at noon today."

Wen Liang glanced at the food in the thermos. There were rice balls sprinkled with seaweed, two light stir-fries, half an egg, ten boiled shrimps, and a bowl of chicken soup. The ingredients were rich and nutritious.

Huo Dongcheng carefully helped Mason set up the small table on the bed, and said to Wen Liang, "You go eat first, I'll take care of Mason."

"it is good."

Wen Liang returned to the sofa, opened the disposable chopsticks, and prepared to eat.

Huo Dongcheng placed all the lunch boxes in front of Mason and prepared spoons, chopsticks, and paper towels and placed them next to him.

Mason ate his meal with a spoon.

Huo Dongcheng walked towards the sofa and caught a glimpse of the imaging data bag on the sofa. He picked it up and sat down on the sofa. "Have you been to the hospital for a check-up? What did the doctor say?"

Wen Liang's fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the chopsticks. "The doctor said... there are no signs of trauma in my film. This shows that the injuries from the car accident were not serious, which is completely inconsistent with the medical records of that year."

Huo Dongcheng took out the report, scanned it, and his brows gradually furrowed.

"The doctor guessed... my amnesia might not be related to the car accident." Wen Liang continued, tapping his fingertips lightly on the wall of the cup, "He suggested that I see a psychiatrist."

"Psychological factors?" Huo Dongcheng looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He put down the report and crossed his slender fingers under his chin. "He means... your amnesia may be caused by psychological reasons?"

Wen Liang nodded, "That's probably what he meant. He said it seems to be related to psychological suggestion."

"Psychological suggestion?" Huo Dongcheng repeated in a low voice, looking up and said, "I seem to have heard of this. For example, if a person is not sick, but you keep telling him that he is sick, he will gradually think that he is sick and develop certain symptoms."

"Correct."

Wen Liang also checked on the Internet and found that psychological suggestion often appears in our lives, and the impact can be big or small.

For example, there was one time when Wen Tuantuan suddenly had not defecated for three days, had no appetite, and was in low spirits.

Wen Liang was very worried and checked online, and found that Wen Tuantuan's condition was most likely feline infectious peritonitis.

Typical symptoms of infectious peritonitis: abdominal breathing and systemic jaundice.

Wen Liang carefully observed Wen Tuantuan's belly. The more he looked, the more he felt that it was breathing abdominally. The white hair on its body seemed to be turning yellower.

So, Wen Liang immediately took Wen Tuantuan to the hospital. After a routine blood test and X-ray examination, they found that Wen Tuantuan did not have infectious peritonitis, but was just constipated. The film showed that he had a stomach full of feces.

This is a negative psychological suggestion.

Positive psychological suggestions will make people feel happy, brave, etc.

Wen Liang swallowed the food in his mouth and asked, "Brother Dongcheng, do you know any psychological clinics in Beijing? Which one is better?"

Huo Dongcheng smiled and said, "You asked the right person. When I was studying in Philadelphia, I met a psychology professor who is very knowledgeable in the field of memory disorders. He is currently attending an academic conference in China."

Wen Liang's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"I can help you contact them."

"Thank you, Dongcheng brother."

"You're welcome."

Huo Dongcheng dialed the phone and spoke to the other party in fluent English.

Wen Liang learned from their conversation that the psychologist's name was Bob.

When Wen Liang heard Huo Dongcheng asking Bob when he was free and inviting him to have dinner together, his heart began to lift, but it eased when Huo Dongcheng smiled.

Huo Dongcheng hung up the phone and smiled at Wen Liang, "He is free tonight. Let's have dinner together. Do you have time?"

"Of course!"

"Okay, I'll pick you up then."

"it is good."

At seven o'clock in the evening, Wen Liang followed Huo Dongcheng into the lounge on the top floor of the Shangri-La Hotel.

Soft piano sounds flowed in the air. A foreign elderly man with silver hair was sitting on a sofa in the corner. He immediately stood up and waved when he saw them.

"Bob!" Huo Dongcheng stepped forward and shook hands with him.

Professor Bob looked to be in his sixties, with bright grey-blue eyes. "Alex, long time no see."

"Long time no see," Huo Dongcheng introduced sideways, "This is Wen Liang, my friend."

"Hello, Professor Bob." Wen Liang greeted with a smile.

Professor Bob, who had learned micro-expressions, immediately understood Huo Dongcheng's purpose. He shook Wen Liang's hand and said in Chinese with an accent: "Miss Wen, nice to meet you."