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"Xiao Fan, what's wrong?"
"Aunt... my head hurts so much..." After saying this, I fainted. "Xiao Fan! Xiao Fan! Honey, quickly call the family doctor!"
Uncle hurriedly took out his phone and dialed the family doctor's number. Within half an hour, the doctor arrived. The doctor carefully inquired about the situation and examined my body, then turned to Aunt and Uncle and said, "Based on your descriptions, it is possible that psychological factors are involved. I will need to conduct further examinations once the patient wakes up to confirm. Mr. Shen, could you arrange a room for me? I won't be leaving for now; I'll wait until the patient wakes up and we determine the condition before prescribing medication."
Uncle nodded slightly, expressing his gratitude to the doctor, and instructed the housekeeper to prepare a guest room for the doctor to rest in for a while. Uncle intended to persuade Aunt to go back to her room and rest while he took over watching over me, but when he caught sight of Aunt's worried and pained expression, he felt a pang of reluctance and helplessness in his heart. In the end, he simply shook his head gently and silently returned to his own room.
At dawn, the sky began to lighten with a faint grayish hue, and morning light streamed through the window into the room, creating patches of mottled shadows. I gradually woke from my deep sleep, as if emerging from a long and chaotic dream. Slowly, I opened my heavy eyelids, trying to see my surroundings but feeling a strange sense of unfamiliarity.
I rubbed my temples, trying to recall what had happened earlier but found my mind blank, as if an important memory had been forcibly extracted. Looking down at my wrist wrapped in bandages filled me with confusion and unease as I murmured to myself, "What on earth is going on?"
I struggled to sit up; my body felt weak and powerless. At that moment, I noticed Aunt quietly sitting on a nearby single sofa with one hand supporting her head; she seemed to have fallen asleep. Seeing her weary face filled me with guilt.
I gently lifted the covers, preparing to get out of bed and go to the bathroom. However, when my gaze fell on my ankle, I froze—there was also thick bandaging there! My eyes widened in disbelief as I touched the wound area, feeling a dull pain radiating from it.
"Why is my foot injured too..." I murmured, various possible reasons flashing through my mind, but each one left me more confused than before. I tried to recall last night's events but was left with only vague fragments that couldn't form a complete picture.
This inexplicable situation filled me with fear and helplessness; I had no idea what had happened or how these injuries were caused. A series of questions flooded my mind, leaving me distressed.
"Xiao Fan, are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Aunt must have woken up at some point; she saw me sitting by the bed staring blankly at my injured ankle. "Shall I have the doctor come check on you again?" I still didn't respond.
Aunt quietly left the room, and soon after, a gentle-looking female doctor in a white coat walked in behind her. She smiled and greeted me: "Hello! My last name is Zhang."
Dr. Zhang slowly approached me but did not immediately begin examining me; instead, she started chatting with me. I politely responded: "Hello, Dr. Zhang. My name is Yue Fanxing."
Upon hearing my response, Dr. Zhang's smile brightened even more as she softly asked, "Can I call you Fanxing?" I nodded slightly in agreement. Then Dr. Zhang pulled over a chair and gently sat down in front of me, looking at me with caring eyes.
"Fanxing, can you tell me what month it is now?"
"June."
"And how old are you now?"
"22 years old."
"What song do you like to listen to now?"
"Shan Hai Ru Meng Lai."
"Who is your best friend?"
"Zhang Yun."
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