Chapter 224

He Wants to Recover His Memory

They met with the doctor.

The doctor looked very young, but his demeanor was quite elegant and calm.

On him, there was a restrained and profound quality that naturally evoked trust.

Biber said solemnly, “Hank, 1 entrust this matter to you.”

Hank nodded, looked at Boris, and noticed the darkness in his eyes, gesturing for him to sit first.

“Don’t be nervous. Have you been sleeping well lately?” His voice had a calming tone as he asked
lightly.

Boris’s face was not very good–looking, “Yes.”

Hank calmly placed his hand on Boris’s clenched fist to comfort him, “Don’t be nervous. Based on what
I understand, as long as you cooperate actively, your condition is not difficult to manage. Can you tell
me about your recent symptoms?”

Boris lowered his gaze and looked at Hank’s hand, “Hand tremors, irritability, insomnia.”

Hank understood, “Have you been having nightmares?”

Boris admitted, “I used to have nightmares occasionally, but in the past half month, I’ve been having
nightmares every day.”

Hank continued to inquire gently, “What kind of nightmares do you have?”

Boris was silent for a moment, “They are chaotic.”



His dreams were strange and bizarre.

Sometimes he dreamed of his childhood, sometimes of five years ago.

Most of the time, he dreamed of a group of floating ghosts, faceless but with gaping mouths that bit at
him.

Often at this time, he would wake up from the dream in pain.

The feeling of being bitten in the dream was so real that occasionally he would feel pain all over his
body even after waking up.

After listening, Hank maintained a professional attitude and said, “I heard from Biber that you seem to
have lost some of your memory. The faceless ghosts in your dreams may be related to that lost
memory, and you feel pain because that memory itself

is painful.”

“Can you help me recover my memory?” Boris asked.

He had a strong intuition that the lost memory was important to him.

However, his empty mind made him doubt if he had really lost his memory, and if everything was just
his imagination.

Hank smiled, “There are many reasons for amnesia, sometimes it’s pathological, sometimes it’s
psychological. First, go get a check–up, and when the results come out, we can analyze the feasibility
of memory recovery.”

He pressed the intercom button and soon a nurse came and took Boris away.

After Boris left, Biber said to Hank, “Brother, I suspect it’s PTSD.”



PTSD, also known as post–traumatic stress disorder, refers to a delayed or persistent mental disorder
that occurs in individuals who have experienced severe threats to their life or physical integrity and
have excessive fear and suffering, belonging to a type of mental illness.

Hank did not deny it, and after seriously pondering for a moment, he said, “There’s about an 80%
chance, but his situation is a bit special.”

Most PTSD patients develop symptoms within days to months after a traumatic event.

Delayed onset of PTSD, like Boris’s case, also occurs clinically and is referred to as recurrent PTSD.

This means that Boris may have had PTSD before, but it was treated successfully.

The recurrence of symptoms is due to factors related to the traumatic event, commonly known as
triggers, which awaken his painful memories and result in a relapse.

After listening to his analysis, Biber’s mind was in a mess.

Even he is curious now about what happened during the months when Boris’s plane crashed five years
ago.

The results of the report came out quickly.

Indeed, it was PTSD.

Boris sat there with a gloomy face, making his already cold temperament even sharper.

Biber comforted him, “Boris, Hank is very capable, a small case of PTSD is a piece of cake for him.
Don’t worry”

“Right.” Hank crossed his hands on the table, “Your current symptoms are mild, as long as you take
your medication on time, you will recover soon, and a relaxed mindset will also be beneficial to your



recovery.”

He prescribed medication for him and gave him instructions, but Boris remained silent for a long time.

“Boris?” Hank asked, “Do you have anything to say?”

“It’s about my amnesia.” Boris persisted.

Hank gave him a reassuring smile, “Say it after you finish taking your medication, because some PTSD
patients may have selective amnesia to avoid trauma–related people or events, so maybe your
memory will recover after you recover.”

“Also, if you insist, you can try to evoke memories through things related to the past.”

Boris pondered for a moment.

When he returned to his hotel, he contacted the person in charge of Saint No. 2.

The person in charge thought he was inquiring about the kidnapping of Vivi, and was very respectful on
the phone, “Mr. Lewis… Haha, why do you have time to call me? The police are still investigating that
matter. When there is a result, I will

inform you.”

“I didn’t ask about that.” Boris interrupted, “Who sent the painting of Katyusha over?”

The person in charge was puzzled and honestly said one’s name.

Boris snapped his fingers, “It’s him?”

The coastline of Larna City became even more enchanting as night fell.



Dazzling lights lit up one by one, and enthusiastic people danced freely at the beach party at night.

Ziana was invited by Nina and Susan to come and play, and the two of them pulled her to the beach to
dance.

Colorful light circles occasionally shone, and everyone’s faces were filled with smiles.

Nina handed her a bottle of beer, “Let’s toast! Tonight, we won’t go home until we’re drunk!”

After the suspension of Love 101, the program team provided two options for the contestants.

One was the return trip at their own expense, and the other was the return trip with the program group.

Nina and Susan were short of funds, so they chose the latter.

The program team was scheduled to leave tomorrow, so they decided to have a good time with Ziana
tonight.

The three of them each drank over two bottles of beer, and when they were tired from dancing, they
walked towards the recliners together.

Young and attractive women always attract attention, especially someone as beautiful as Ziana, it’s
hard not to notice her.

“Wow, this woman is stunning!” someone exclaimed, unable to take their eyes off her, while also patting
the Jeffrey Kim next to them who was still bragging. “Hey! You always say that women in Oslosall are
ugly, take a look at this, can’t she catch your eye?”

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Jeffrey had crimped hair like foil, partially covering his eyes, and looked young, but his eyebrows and
eyes were sharp, with an expression that seemed to look down on everyone.

‘Humph!” He took a puff of his cigarette in a carefree manner, and the smoke trembled with his speech.
“Do you know what is beauty? After seeing my master’s face, I find all other women’s faces plain and
unremarkable.”

“Don’t act like pretentious literati, you smelly hacker,” joked his friend. “I bet this woman is more
beautiful than your master for 200 thousand dollars!”

“I bet 2 million dollars that she’s not as good–looking as my master!” Jeffrey lazily gestured with his
finger, “Are you willing

to bet?”

“I bet! 2 million it is! Take a look quickly!” His friend eagerly responded.

Jeffrey casually shuffled the cards and looked in the direction they were pointing.

The woman’s profile looked somewhat familiar and had the aura of a peerless beauty, but they didn’t
know if her front view was attractive or not.

“Wait until she turns her face.” His friend said, “She will definitely be more beautiful than your master.
By the way, tell us the truth, who is your master?”

“Anonymous.” Jeffrey said proudly, “Didn’t I already tell you guys?”

“When Anonymous left the circle, he claimed that he was a male. We’re not fools, you know? If you
don’t want to say, then don’t lie to us that she’s a woman.” His friend mocked.

Jeffrey almost laughed in anger and cursed a few nonsensical words.



The table was filled with ambitious and talented individuals, and they joined in the cursing with fervor,
making quite a

commotion.

At this moment, the alluring and beautiful woman in the distance seemed to be disturbed by the noise.
She suddenly raised her head and looked over in their direction.

Jeffrey hesitated for a moment, then stood up abruptly.

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