Chapter 393: Quickly Restoring Memory

"Amnesia?"

The male doctor looked at the fat man before him with a skeptical gaze:

"You don't look like someone with amnesia, and at your age, symptoms like memory decline or memory loss basically don't occur."

If not for the uniformed police officer standing beside Yu Dazhang, he wouldn't have bothered to explain so much.

After all, amnesia doesn't happen without cause.

Generally speaking, amnesia has two main triggers: either illness or external trauma.

This fat man looked robust and strong, showing no signs whatsoever of having suffered external trauma.

And judging from his appearance and behavior, he also didn't look at all like someone suffering from a brain disease.

He now seriously suspected this fat man had simply blacked out from drinking.

"Um…"

Yu Dazhang hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and said to the officer beside him:

"You go out and wait for me first."

This officer had been specially arranged by Chief Long to accompany him to the medical appointment.

Strictly speaking, this was a work-related injury, so the costs naturally had to be covered by the provincial bureau.

After the officer went out, Yu Dazhang said in a low voice:

"I lost a stretch of memory before. I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but I estimate it was caused by human factors."

He couldn't tell the doctor the specific reason for the nine-and-a-half months of memory he had previously lost.

So he could only explain it this way.

Seeing the doctor's expression seemed doubtful, he added:

"Today I was tased with a stun baton, which caused me to briefly lose consciousness for a while. When I woke up, I found an extra stretch of memory in my brain, but the memory is very jumbled—only a short segment."

In fact, he had recalled more than just being strapped to a bed.

There was also a memory of himself being trapped inside a wooden cabin.

The him at that time was extremely agitated, his whole body radiating a vicious aura, but he could only vent alone inside the wooden cabin.

"Electrical stimulation does indeed help with memory recovery."

The doctor chose his words carefully:

"But I've never encountered someone being tased with a stun baton like you. How about this—go get a brain CT first."

Yu Dazhang was already prepared for this. He rummaged through the examination forms on the desk and pulled out a CT scan:

"Already done. This is it."

The doctor took it and stared at it for a while.

"This is fine too." The doctor set down the scan:

"Everything's normal. Go get an EEG then."

Hearing this, Yu Dazhang rummaged through the examination forms on the desk again, took out a form, and handed it to him:

"This is it."

"Quite well prepared, aren't you." The doctor took the form, examined it carefully, and said:

"No problems here either. How about you go get an MRI…"

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Dazhang had already started flipping through the forms.

Soon he pulled out a scan from inside and handed it to the doctor:

"I've basically done all the brain examinations."

Almost all the examinations Yu Dazhang had done were brain-related—there was a slight suspicion of spending public funds.

But he didn't think too much about it; if the provincial bureau wouldn't reimburse him, he'd just pay for it himself.

His main purpose in coming to the hospital was to see if there was any treatment that could quickly restore his memory.

"Very good, no problems found."

The doctor held the scan up high, looked at it again and again, then placed it on the desk:

"What can be confirmed is that your brain has no disease whatsoever, but…"

Speaking up to here, he suddenly paused, as if considering how best to phrase it.

But this brief pause made Yu Dazhang's heart clench.

When seeing a doctor at the hospital, the thing you fear most is the doctor saying transitional words like "but," "however," or "yet."

And if they follow up with: "Has your family come?"

Anyone with a weak psychological constitution would collapse on the floor.

Fortunately, the doctor didn't pause too long and quickly continued:

"Combining the results of these examinations, we can see that your brain activity level is abnormal compared to ordinary people."

At this point, the doctor suddenly lowered his voice:

"This isn't something I should be saying, because currently no medical examination can measure a person's IQ, but it can show the brain nerve activity index."

His words were somewhat tactful, but Yu Dazhang understood immediately.

This must be because the hospital had such a regulation—doctors aren't allowed to judge a patient's IQ through medical examinations.

It's not that it can't be detected, but that it's not permitted.

This situation is somewhat similar to prenatal checkups, where doctors can't directly tell expectant parents the baby's gender.

"Mm-hmm." Yu Dazhang hurriedly nodded, indicating he understood:

"Please continue."

The doctor coughed, then glanced toward the door. Seeing a police officer standing guard, he said with relief:

"A normal brain nerve activity index is between 70 and 120, but yours has reached 185. I've never seen anyone's index reach that value."

He couldn't understand the technical terms either… Yu Dazhang listened, completely baffled.

"Is a high index a good thing or a bad thing?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's a good thing," the doctor explained:

"A high level of brain activity causes more frequent synaptic connections between neurons and speeds up information transmission, usually manifesting as quick thinking and concentrated attention."

That was true enough… Yu Dazhang had a deep personal appreciation of this.

His thinking in this life was indeed far more agile than in his previous life.

"I want to recover my memory quickly." Yu Dazhang seized the chance to state his need:

"Do you have electroconvulsive therapy here?"

Since electrocution worked well, he planned to try it again.

He didn't want to try the electric-baton method again; a hospital should have a safer approach.

"We do have electroconvulsive therapy." The doctor said hesitantly:

"The precise term is electroconvulsive therapy, also called electroshock therapy, but that's using electric shocks to the brain to treat mental illness."

Seeing Yu Dazhang's blank expression, the doctor could only add:

"I don't recommend you use this method — or rather, a normal person has no need to use this method to torture themselves."

Electrocuting the brain did sound a bit like torture… Yu Dazhang felt the doctor made a lot of sense.

His greatest virtue was that he listened to advice.

Besides, he could also tell what the doctor meant: as long as normal life wasn't affected, there was no need to seek active treatment.

"You don't need to come back here." The doctor gave his final conclusion:

"If you insist on treatment, you could consider neurosurgery or psychiatry."

Coming out of the hospital, Yu Dazhang stood by the roadside, analyzing the doctor's final words in his mind.

Neurosurgery was out.

Since his brain wasn't sick, going would just be a waste of time.

As for psychiatry, it was nothing more than psychological treatment.

There was even less need to be treated here — he happened to know an expert in that field.

When it came to psychology, the first person he thought of was Ye Zhiyu.

So, he still had to get back to Songhai as soon as possible.

The next day.

Liancheng City Bureau.

Yu Dazhang had just arrived when he saw Captain Hua walk out of an office.

He hurried over to greet him:

"Where are Chief Long and the others?"

Captain Hua looked utterly exhausted — clearly the look of an all-nighter — and said, rubbing his temple:

"They left first thing this morning. The rescue operations in other cities are still ongoing, so they went to provide support."

So exhausting… Yu Dazhang sighed inwardly.

This case had given the entire police system of Province N a thorough shaking.

Nearly every branch of the police had been fully mobilized, rushing between cities day and night. Fortunately, no officer casualties had occurred so far.

"Did you stay up all night last night?"

Yu Dazhang looked at Captain Hua and asked:

"I thought there was no night interrogation — did something new happen in the second half of the night?"

The moment that topic came up, Captain Hua got angry. He glared at Yu Dazhang and said:

"Thanks to you, I shot four suspects yesterday and spent all night writing reports."

(End of chapter)