Du Songlin sighed as he watched Tang Yanqing burst in directly.
Within just a few hours today, he had already witnessed this child’s emotional outbursts twice. This had seldom happened over the past twenty years.
Du Songlin asked, "I really hope that your anger isn’t caused by that lady journalist."
Being confronted so directly, Tang Yanqing had to take a deep breath to control her emotions. She turned her head and smiled, "The nurse has left for the day, Uncle Du, but you haven’t left yet. Is there perhaps another woman hidden in the clinic?"
"Don’t vent your anger on me." Du Songlin shook his head helplessly, "I was waiting for you to come back. Your eyes told me this afternoon that you would come back to find me."
Tang Yanqing sat down, crossing her long legs, with a mischievous look on her face, "Uncle Du, with your keen perception, you should switch careers and become a detective with me."
"You wish." Du Songlin shook his head in resignation, "I have served the Tang family for twenty years, I had to at least learn from example, after all, you are a family of lawyers."
Tang Yanqing dropped her teasing, "Has her memory had issues?"
"Indeed." Du Songlin assumed a professional posture, "I asked her about her use of vocabulary. At the time, you looked at me, indicating that you understood as well."
"As you worry, if her improper use of vocabulary when she first came to M Country could be excused, then four years later, when she works as a journalist dealing with language and words daily, her continued difficulty in choosing vocabulary is abnormal—language and memory are interconnected in the human brain, suggesting that she has indeed had memory issues."
"Has she suffered brain trauma from a collision?" Tang Yanqing blurted out.
Du Songlin cautiously shook his head, "Perhaps it’s not that simple. I’m worried someone might have deliberately altered her memory—it may not necessarily be a bad thing, like post-traumatic psychological intervention to help the wounded temporarily forget unpleasantness and lessen psychological trauma."
"I understand now." Tang Yanqing slowly closed her eyes, "... Is it possible to try to restore her memory?"
"It is difficult and will come at a cost." Du Songlin spoke frankly, "Firstly, each therapist has a different approach, and forcefully restoring it might lead astray; secondly, if the intervention alleviated her pain, then once her memory is restored, those past pains would also be recalled, making her endure a previous nightmare again."
"Then forget it!" Tang Yanqing suddenly stood up, "Let it remain forgotten!"
Du Songlin quietly regarded the child, "Who exactly is she? What relationship does her memory have with you?"
Tang Yanqing immediately smiled and raised her finger to Du Songlin, "Stop, don’t try to analyze me."
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Leaving the clinic, Tang Yanqing reluctantly drove around Shi Nian’s house once more. The house remained dim and quiet. He could only bite his knuckle hard, then turn the car around and drive home.
The car climbed the mountain, passing along M Country’s standard detached houses. Neat streets, smooth lawns, and steep-roofed houses adorned by white walls scattered amidst.
However, there stood a traditional Chinese residence, glaringly among them.
Outsiders might only think it was a traditional Chinese imitation structure, but only those truly knowledgeable understood it was a genuine old residence packaged and transplanted whole from China. Just its transport costs, customs fees, dismantling, and reassembly expenses could already buy dozens of local houses nearby.
Not to mention the expenses related to protection policies, regulations on moving such an old residence abroad, and social connections... that was beyond what ordinary people could afford.