novelaction Chapter 1291 Yun Rui's sincerity: If you can't hide it, rebuild it
Chapter 1291 Yun Rui's sincerity: If you can't hide it, rebuild it
Gu Mingcheng clenched his curled hands even tighter, his knuckles turning white. "I asked William to go abroad. It's time for him to retire after so many years!" He paused, his voice full of fatigue. "Some memories are better forgotten than remembered."
Gu Mingcheng suppressed the secret in his heart to the extreme. He should have shown his professionalism, but he was moved by compassion that day. He never thought that he would pay for that momentary compassion for the rest of his life!
In fact, to this day he still doesn't understand why Yan Taifeng was so cruel and determined to separate Qi Zhifang and the children!
Although he hadn't done Gu Mingcheng at that time, he instinctively resisted the idea of erasing his memory...
"But she's been dreaming." Gu Yunqian thought of Gu Yunxi's diagnosis report in London, "The doctor said that her subconscious mind is resisting forgetting. If this continues, she will completely collapse."
In this way, Yan Wanqing will...
The study fell into silence, with only the ticking of the clock filling the air.
"What do you want to do?" He finally spoke, with a hint of compromise in his voice.
"If you want to hide it, hide it forever. If you can't hide it forever, then reveal the truth as soon as possible!"
As the sun rose and set, Lin Junze stood outside the president's office and tapped his fingertips lightly on the folder three times.
Inside was the newly sorted information about Qi Zhifang. The edges of the pages were a little hairy from being rubbed by him - since he saw the light in the study of the old house on until the early morning last night, he knew what to do.
"Come in." Gu Yunqian's voice came through the door, with obvious fatigue.
When Lin Junze opened the door, he saw Gu Yunqian staring at the cedar outside the window. The morning light shone through the blinds, creating alternating lines of light and dark on his body, just like the fragments of memory torn apart by time.
"Mr. Gu, this is the overseas cooperation project you wanted." He placed the folder on the corner of the table, his eyes casually sweeping over the cigarette butts in the trash can - there were at least seven or eight, and they had clearly quit smoking when Su Xingya was pregnant.
Gu Yunqian didn't look back: "Leave it there."
"I heard that you often go to Ankang Hospital to take care of Miss Yan recently." Lin Junze picked up the empty coffee cup on the table and walked towards the tea room naturally. "In fact, I can help keep an eye on the hospital. It's not difficult to take care of patients anyway."
The sound of running water covered the brief silence. When he came back with the hot coffee, Gu Yunqian finally turned around, and the red bloodshot in his eyes spread like a spider web: "Uncle Lin, are you suddenly concerned about these trivial matters?"
"No, no." Lin Junze placed the coffee next to him, the temperature of the cup wall just warmed his hands, "I just think you are a little tired from running around lately, and you don't even have time to take care of your wife and children."
"It's been a while..."
He pulled out another document from his briefcase. The cover was printed with several of William's most important SCI papers of the year, some on brain tumors and some on memory. All the data and results came from his father Gu Mingcheng!
Gu Yunqian's fingers paused on a certain page as he flipped through the documents - it was a burnt and incomplete research journal, with the last line of words vaguely visible: "They won't let the truth..." The words after that completely turned into charred paper ash.
"Sir, do you remember Dr. William's paper?" Lin Junze suddenly mentioned it, his tone lighter, "He published it in the Journal of Neuroscience, and found that memory is actually plastic."
He pulled up the abstract of the paper on his phone. “Simply put, the human brain will automatically beautify or tamper with memories, and can even… reconstruct memories through guidance.”
Gu Yunqian's pupils contracted slightly.
"The memory that Miss Yan wants to retrieve may not be the original version." Lin Junze put the phone back into his pocket. "The master asked William to erase his memory. Maybe he was not afraid that the truth would hurt people, but that he was afraid of being misled by the tampered 'memories'." He paused and added, "Of course, this is only a theoretical possibility."
The morning light in the office gradually became brighter. Gu Yunqian looked at the coffee stains at the bottom of the cup and suddenly remembered what his father said last night: "Zhifang always said that what you see with your eyes is not necessarily true."
He didn't understand it then, but now he vaguely understands it - Qi Zhifang's death, Lin Xu's disappearance, and even Gu Yunxi's recurring dreams may have been tampered with by someone.
"Let William return home." Gu Yunqian put down the things in his hands, and the fatigue in his voice dissipated a lot. "Since some water is destined not to be clear, then just let it be turbid for the rest of its life."
"Yes." Lin Junze picked up the documents and prepared to leave, but was stopped when he reached the door.
"Uncle Lin," Gu Yunqian looked at him, "Thank you for all these years."
Ankang Hospital
Yan Wanqing was breathing on the window glass, her fingertips drawing ginkgo leaves on the misty water. She had just finished drawing half of the third leaf when the door of the ward was pushed open, and the wind with the scent of cedar rushed in, blowing the loose hair on her forehead.
Gu Yunqian was holding a brown paper bag in his hand, standing in the backlight, his outline outlined into a soft golden edge by the morning light. "Dean Lu said that you can remove the indwelling needle today."
He placed the paper bag on the bedside table, revealing a half-box of exquisitely packaged cookies. "Auntie baked these cranberry flavored cookies. I think you'll like them."
Yan Wanqing's fingertips moved away from the glass, leaving a shallow water mark.
"Thank you." She picked up a cookie but didn't put it in her mouth.
Gu Yunqian sat down on the chair beside the bed, his eyes fixed on the misty window glass. Those crooked ginkgo leaves looked just like the doodles in Qi Zhifang's diary.
He was silent for a moment, as if he was considering his words, and finally got straight to the point: "I contacted Dr. William, he will be back from Switzerland next week."
Yan Wanqing's fingers tightened around the cookie, and the cookie crumbs fell onto the sheets. "Doctor William?" Her voice was a little ethereal, as if she was stepping on cotton. "Is he the... memory recovery expert from back then?"
"Yes." Gu Yunqian tapped his knees lightly with his fingertips, which was his habit when he had something on his mind. "He needs to evaluate you first to determine whether your mental state is suitable for treatment."
The ginkgo leaves outside the window rustled in the wind, and the ward suddenly became quiet.
Yan Wanqing looked at Gu Yunqian's tense jawline and suddenly remembered Lin Junze's hesitant look when he came to deliver the documents yesterday.
He must have talked to Gu Yunqian for a long time, otherwise, given the Gu family's taboo about that past, they would never easily reveal it.
"Does your father know?" she asked softly.
"I'll talk to him." Gu Yunqian's voice was steady, "But the final decision is in your hands. William said that memory recall may trigger a stress response. If you..."
"I am willing." Yan Wanqing interrupted him, her eyes shining like stars, "Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, I want to try."
This idea was like a seed that had been buried in her heart for so long, and now it was finally about to break through the ground.
Gu Yunqian looked at the stubbornness in her eyes and suddenly thought of Qi Zhifang.
That person must also be a stubborn person.
"William will prepare you psychologically first," he said in a slow tone, "If you feel uncomfortable during the treatment, you can stop at any time."
"Yeah." Yan Wanqing nodded and picked up a cookie and put it in her mouth. The sour and sweet taste of cranberries melted on her tongue, reminding her of her childhood days in her dreams - when Qi Zhifang was still alive, she would teach her to draw ginkgo under the cedar tree, and would put the baked cookies in an iron box with the Cambridge school emblem printed on it, saying, "When you grow up, I will take you to see the real ginkgo forest."
"William is my father's friend," Gu Yunqian added, "He helped a lot of people back then." He didn't say what he "helped" and Yan Wanqing didn't ask.
Some things don't need to be said clearly, they are all clear in each other's hearts - William is not only a memory expert, but also the guardian of the Gu family hidden in the dark, knowing too many secrets that cannot be told...