Summer looked at those pictures again and again.
Suddenly, a thought flashed past her mind, and she looked up suddenly at Stanley. “Stanley, you are a psychiatrist, you must be well-versed in the study of this area right?”
When it came to professional matters, Stanley’s expression turned serious, and his entire person looked stern and earnest.
“I do specialize in this, but for patients with mental disorders, most of the time, we can only play an auxiliary guiding role, but it still depends on the patients themselves.”
Stanley’s called the waiter to refill his glass, before continuing. “Why suddenly ask this?”
Summer pondered for a bit and said. “Didn’t I go to the hospital for my examination before? The doctor said that my body has been recovering very well, yet there are no signs of the recovery of my memories. You’re a psychiatrist, do you have any ideas?”
Stanley fell into deep thought as he heard that.
Summer looked at him anticipatingly.
If Stanley could help her regain her memories, that would be very good.
A moment later, Stanley gave her a very conservative answer. “Your memory loss is caused by the damage to your brain, and it’s not really psychological. We could give it a try, but it may not have any effect.”
A flash of joy beamed in Summer’s eyes. “Okay.” Even if there was only a slim of hope, she still wanted to give it a try.
“Let’s eat.” Stanley smiled and picked up a chopstick-full of food for her.
…
By the time the two were done with dinner and had left the restaurant, it was already raining outside.
Hoover City was a rainy city.
Raining was commonplace in early autumn.
While the rain was not heavy, it felt dark and dreary.
Summer and Stanley only got their hair a little wet when they got back to the car.
Stanley drove the car and chatted on and off with Summer.
As it was raining, he was driving slowly.
When they got to a turn, Stanley stepped on the breaks, but instead of slowing down, the car instead sped up.
No matter how hard Stanley slammed on the breaks, but the breaks were not responsive, and the car could not stop.
Stanley’s expression changed, as he blared the car horn, he yelled out. “The brake malfunctioned! Summer, jump!”
Summer also realized that the car breaks had malfunctioned, and the car was out of control. The other vehicles had also noticed something was wrong with the vehicle and started avoiding it.
Summer unbuckled her seat belt. “You jump, I jump!”
Stanley did not show any signs of feeling touched when he heard that. Instead, he roared furiously. “Jump! I saved your life, and I won’t allow anything to happen to it!”
As the situation was critical, Summer did not have the time to discern the deeper meaning of his words. She gritted her teeth as she opened the door, and jumped out of the car at the right moment.
She had used a little technique while jumping out of the car. While she was slightly bruised, she was all right.
Summer quickly got up from the ground, upon looking up she saw that Stanley’s car had already hit the side rails.
She immediately ran toward Stanley.
Summer leaned against the window as she called out to him, “Stanley! You okay?”
Stanley sat on the driver’s seat with a bloodied head, his gaze was already blurred as if he would faint any moment.
Yet, he still held on and looked at Summer before passing out.
Summer looked on in panic as she pulled out her phone to call the ambulance. A good samaritan beside her told her. “Don’t worry, I’ve already called an ambulance…”
Summer said dryly, “Thank you.”
There was a hospital nearby, and the ambulance came quickly.
…
Stanley was taken to the A&E center.
Summer waited outside, and every minute and second was suffering.
After some time, the operating theatre’s door opened as the doctor walked out of it.
Summer immediately approached him. “Doctor, how is he?”
The doctor pulled down his mask. “A couple of stitches. There are no life-threatening injuries, but we need to observe him for a moment. So we are sending him to the ICU.”
“Thank you, Doctor.” Summer heaved a sigh of relief.
Stanley was pushed out, with gauze wrapped around his head, in a semi-conscious state.
Summer walked over and called out. “Stanley?”
Stanley moved his lips but did not say anything.
Summer watched as he was moved to the ICU before she remembered to contact Stanley’s family.
Only then did she realize that she did not know Stanley at all.
Aside from knowing that Stanley was a psychiatrist, and his name was Stanley, she knew nothing about him.
Moreover, Stanley had not mentioned his family before. In terms of that, Stanley’s situation was almost like hers.
When she woke up from the sickbed, she had no relatives around, and Stanley had never mentioned anything about his relatives.
While she had no idea why Stanley had never mentioned them before, Summer felt that he must have his own reasons.
As she thought of that, she felt a little sympathetic toward Stanley.
Stanley was moved out of the ICU after a day.
Summer boiled soup for him.
Stanley leaned against the bed frame and watched as Summer served him soup. He then quipped with a smile. “That’s rather nice of you.”
Summer glanced at him. “Not as selfless as you, you can even think of others during an emergency.”
She placed the soup on the partition board before him.
Stanley picked up the spoon and drank the soup slowly, seemingly having his spirit down.
Summer could not bear seeing him like this and said, “Thank goodness, you… Or else I would feel guilty all my life.”
Stanley smiled and seemed to ponder for a moment before he said, “I have something to tell you, and probably at this moment, you will find it easier to forgive me.”
Summer looked up at him. “What?”
Stanley’s smile faded away, as he said seriously, “I’m not your fiancé.”
Summer was preparing to close the thermos food jar.
Hearing Stanley’s words, she paused for a moment. After two seconds, she slowly closed the thermos jar, and responded slowly. “Oh.”
“Aren’t you angry? Or are you so angry that you don’t want to talk to me anymore?” While Stanley was saying those words, his expression was still calm.
Summer demurred for a moment before answering. “If you had wanted to lie to me, you would not have allowed me to interact with Jessica, plus, you had saved me, and looked after me for three years. I would not be able to pay you back even with my whole lifetime.”
After a moment, Stanley nodded.
Summer pushed the bowl before him and said. “But why did you say that you are my fiancé?”
Stanley asked without smiling back. “In that situation, if I did not admit that I was your fiancé, would you trust me and followed me out of the hospital?”
A person who had totally lost her memory was a person without any sense of security, and the doctors and nurses thought that she and Stanley were a couple, so Stanley admitted to it and played along.