Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1917: Who Am I Again?

Chapter 1917: Who Am I Again?

Felix stepped forward and pressed the button on the electric hospital bed.

In surprise, he asked, "You don't recognize me?"

As the bed slowly raised, Westbrook sat up, his eyes filled with unfamiliarity, shaking his head.

"Uncle, I don't know you. Who are you? Where am I? Who am I again?"

Xiao Cheng Cloud was baffled, looking around, completely bewildered about what was happening.

Felix took a sharp breath and said to Vicki, "Wait for me here, I'll go call the doctor."

"Okay," Vicki nodded, sitting beside Westbrook.

When Westbrook saw Joyce holding his hand, he couldn't help but ask, "Who are you? Are you my mother?" Joyce gave a warm feeling, so he couldn't help but want to rely on her.

Joyce was at a loss, not knowing how to respond. The child had just woken up and lost his memory. Would it be bad to hit him at this time?

Luther shook his head, replying for Joyce, "She's not. She's your classmate's mother."

Finishing his words, Luther embraced Anderson, "She is his mother, he's called Anderson, your classmate."

"Oh," disappointment flashed in Westbrook's eyes. He didn't look at Anderson for long because he had no impression at all. He asked again, "Where are my mom and dad? Have they come?" Anderson stood aside, carefully observing Westbrook. He felt Westbrook wasn't pretending, he had definitely lost his memory. He didn't speak, just stood silently.

Joyce and Vicki glanced at each other, how should they answer this question? They couldn't possibly tell him that his parents were all dead? A child who had just woken up from a coma surely couldn't bear such a blow.

Joyce thought for a moment, "Well, your parents have gone to a very far away place. Their work is of a sensitive nature and cannot be disclosed. Before leaving, they entrusted your care to us." "Ah..." Westbrook looked even more disappointed, his eyes welling up, "Why am I here?"

He reached out to touch his head. When he felt the thick bandage and the sticky feeling underneath, he felt a pang of pain.

"What's wrong with my head? Is this a hospital?"

Vicki spoke at this point, "Yes, this is a hospital. You accidentally fell down the stairs and injured your head. A few stitches, nothing serious."

At that moment, Felix entered with the doctor.

The doctor came to the bedside.

Joyce quickly made room, "Doctor, please take a look at him. He seems to have amnesia, doesn't remember his name or what happened."

The doctor stepped forward with a flashlight, "Kid, open your eyes wide so I can take a look." He shone the flashlight into Westbrook's pupils, "Kid, tell me, what's 2 plus 3?" "Equals 5," Westbrook replied.

"What about 5 plus 4?" The doctor asked again.

"Equals 9," Westbrook replied, "Doctor, your questions are too easy, even kids who haven't been to school can answer them."

"So think about it, have you been to school? Where did you go to school?" The doctor asked, leadingly, "And who taught you all these things?"

Westbrook was suddenly stumped. Yeah, where did he learn these things? And where did he go to school? He thought and thought, but couldn't remember at all.

In the end, he shook his head.

Then he looked at Anderson in confusion, "They just said you're my classmate, is that true? Which school did we attend?"

"Dewey Noble Kindergarten," Anderson said a few words. After this incident, hearing that Westbrook had worked hard to protect Kiki, didn't falter, and showed the courage a boy should have, his fondness for Westbrook grew.

"Are we friends?" Westbrook asked again.

Anderson was taken aback, "Sort of."

"Oh, okay," Westbrook nodded in confusion, looking around again. Everything, whether it was the people, the place, or the school he used to attend, was all too unfamiliar to him.

"Do you remember your own name?" the doctor asked at this point.

"Doctor, I don't remember," Westbrook pouted, looking like he was about to cry, "I can't remember anything, what do I do? What's my name, can someone tell me what my name is?"

Vicki answered at this point, "Your name is Westbrook. Grass symbolizes Xiao, success is Cheng, and handsome is Jun. Remember that."

Westbrook muttered the name, nodding in bewilderment. Still, he couldn't remember anything.

The doctor put away the flashlight and turned to Vicki and Felix, "On the surface, there doesn't seem to be a major problem. His mindis clear, his logic is sound, and his language abilities have not been affected. You don't need to worry too much."

Felix pulled the doctor aside, "But he has amnesia. Why is this happening?"

Vicki approached them, "Let's discuss this outside, not in front of the child."

The doctor nodded.

So, Luther and Anderson stayed to accompany Westbrook.

Joyce, Vicki, and Felix, along with the doctor, went to the door of the ward. After closing the door, they discussed in hushed tones.

"There are many reasons for amnesia. You've all seen Westbrook's brain CT scans just now. Whether it's the cerebrum or the cerebellum, they haven't suffered significant external impact. At least from the images, it doesn't seem likely to have caused amnesia. However, the human brain is a complex and delicate organ. Currently, we understand less than 1% of the brain. There are many possible causes of amnesia; it's possible that during an external trauma, it just happened to touch a certain storage point for information. There's also the possibility of psychological factors. Have you ever heard of selective amnesia? Some people, due to extreme stress or very painful memories, their brains create a self-protective mechanism during a major event, causing them to subconsciously forget that unpleasant past, leading to psychological amnesia. All of these are possible." The doctor explained in detail.

Vicki frowned, "So, we can't determine the cause of his amnesia. And we don't know if he will recover his memory, right?"

The doctor replied, "Personally, I think the possibility of recovering his memory is gone. Because he is very young now, normally, at this age, memories fade with time, let alone now that he has already forgotten. The likelihood of him remembering is almost non-existent."

"Are you saying he will never remember who he is again?" Felix struggled to digest this fact.

At this moment, Joyce suddenly spoke, "Don't you all think? Westbrook's amnesia is actually a good thing, isn't it?"

Everyone looked at Joyce in unison, "What do you mean?"

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