"If it's not mind reading, does that mean he really has a strong ability to reason?" Walking on the road, Otomo Chiba said with a little uneasiness. "To be honest, I'm still a little apprehensive."

"What are you afraid of," Shisheng Kono was very calm. "Anyway, no matter what, we have to deal with him, even if we want to hide, we can't hide."

"But then again, are you sure this isn't the master mind reader that Gregory specially brought in?" Chiba suddenly thought of such a question. "With his character, I think it's still possible......"

"Perhaps, but there's another explanation, which is that he's really sick." Shisheng Kono shook his head. "The results of my test, the results of the CT scan of the brain, proved that there was a lesion in his brain, which may be foggy."

"What's that?" Chiba was stunned. "What's foggy?"

"Moyamoya," Shio Kono repeated, with a somewhat helpless expression. "It's not foggy, it's moyamoya disease, his anterior cerebral artery area is low-density blockage, and the circulation of the middle anterior artery is more seriously blocked."

Moyamoya disease is a cerebrovascular disease with cerebral vascular obstruction as a symptom, because the site of the disease will form a dense abnormal vascular network due to the need for a compensatory blood transfusion system, which is similar to smoke in cerebral angiography. Discovered in Japan in the 60s, it is common in East Asian women, and the condition has always held a certain place in medicine due to the vagueness of the symptoms and the difficulty of treatment.

"No wonder," Qian Yu muttered. "He just asked me to prescribe aspirin, which can be explained if it's moyamoya disease. (One of the relieving methods of moyamoya disease is oral antiplatelet aggregation drugs to unclog blood vessels in the brain, treat ischemic moyamoya disease and prevent stroke)"

"Aspirin...... Is it really okay? Shisheng Kono showed a somewhat puzzled expression. He obviously has some small blood vessels in his brain ruptured and bleeding, does it really not affect the healing? ”

"Maybe they don't think the small blood vessels are the big ones, and the focus is on the big blockages?"

With this discussion, the two of them went to the psychotherapy room, where someone should have watched the patient, according to Grigory.

Then they find themselves meeting incredible acquaintances.

"Fujiwara-san? (Fujiwara?) ）”

"Well, it's me." Fujiwara, who was dressed in a white coat, nodded—all three knew each other because they were classmates. "I've heard everything Grigory say, so now, let's get checked."

"No, why are you here?" Chiba stammered. "You ......"

"Why, you two can come, I can't come here?" Fujiwara asked rhetorically, and then spoke with a little embarrassment. "Also, hurry up and get to work, this guy may not know how to read minds, but his reasoning ability is absolutely first-class, and what I just thought about was basically guessed."

"Got it, give him that test first......" Sighing, Chiba took the exercise book and sat down in front of the patient. Can you introduce yourself? ”

And the patient unsurprisingly gave him a donkey's lips in response.

"Oh my God, your voice is so good—I've heard it many times, but it's always been so intoxicating."

"......" Chiba's eyelids twitched, and she glanced at Shio Kono with a look of surprise.

"It's not me, your voice isn't that exaggerated." And the other party retorted with a frown.

"It's true, your voice is really good!" At this time, the patient said something that made Shio Kono's face blush.

"I'm ......" Just when the atmosphere between the two was a little awkward, Fujiwara interjected. I don't think I'm fit to stand here, or I'm going to have a soy sauce next to me? ”

With that, he took out a magazine from the façade of the bookcase next to it, sat down next to it, and buried his face in it, visually isolated from the patient's eyes.

"Okay, you can hurry up and continue to ask," Shisheng Kokono urged Chiba as if he was in a hurry. "Hurry up."

"It's a mistake to expose such a thing to him, and it's a big deduction." Just as Chiba was trying to get the patient to answer the prescribed question, the patient said something similar to before. "So it's better to prevaricate in the past, and the most important thing now is to stabilize your position."

"......" Chiba's expression immediately became as subtle as the girl behind him, and he turned around again to look at Shio Kono, who was still covering his cheeks with his hands. I...... I don't think this seems to be a parody of me, right? ”

And when he asked this sentence, he didn't need the patient to read anything about the girl, and even he could see the other party's clear vacillation—visible shyness to the naked eye.

"How about we go get something to eat after today?" The boy suddenly smiled, his expression quite gentle. "You flop the card, I'll treat you."

"Uh-huh......" The girl nodded with a small reply, and moved her body to a position just enough to separate the patient's eyes with the boy's body.

If Gregory's judgment is true, as long as the other party has no way to observe him, then he should not be able to judge his own thoughts......

Just as the girl was anxiously praying that this would work, so that her careful thoughts would not be exposed to the boy again, the patient began to attack the last person in the room who could see it.

"Name, what's it?" The boy questioned the patient in a rather forceful tone, hoping to bring the rhythm into his orbit - and this was not a failure, at least for a short time, although it was not a success.

"My name is Night Baron, I'm a psychologist, I've won a lot of showbiz awards, and everyone says I'm a female detective with gray brain cells." It seemed that he obviously thought that a male patient in his thirties and forties was speaking to the teenager in such a serious manner.

"Do you think about this every day?" Behind the boy, the girl had regained her composure and complained like this. "It doesn't fit his identity by any means, does it?"

"No, I didn't think about it, it should be all his own ......"

"I feel like I'm in a daze now, how can I think about all this mess?" The middle-aged man looked into the boy's eyes and narrated in a rather categorical voice. "All I want to do now is to end my internship and have a good time."

The room fell silent again, except for the still-calm sound of flipping books from Fujiwara's side.

Why shouldn't he be calm? If he hadn't been unaware that these two people might be in such a situation in front of such a patient, he wouldn't have rushed over after hearing Gregory's request.

And now, he knew he could make a difference.

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Well...... In a sense, the patient's ability to read minds, which had almost mastered the art of mind reading, was not given to him by illness – but by his ability to reason

But it's true, the so-called Environment dependency syndrome is a phenomenon that forgets one's personality and can only imitate what it sees. TYPICAL CASES CAN BE FOUND IN THE RELEVANT PAPER PUBLISHED BY M.W. HOFFMANN AND P.L.A. BILL IN MARCH 1992

The story of five years ago is here for the time being, and the last part of the memory of Gray Yuan Mourning has not been unlocked, so the memories of beating the mandarin duck will be very backward and very backward.