Rebirth 2014: I, the King of Criminal Investigation

Chapter 393 Rapid Memory Recovery

"Amnesia?"

The male doctor looked at the fat man in front of him with a questioning gaze:
“You don’t look like you have amnesia, and at your age, you’re unlikely to experience symptoms of memory loss or amnesia.”

If it weren't for the uniformed policeman accompanying Yu Dazhang, he wouldn't have bothered to explain so much.

After all, amnesia doesn't happen for no reason.

Generally speaking, there are two main causes of amnesia: either illness or trauma.

The fat man looked strong and healthy, showing no signs of having suffered any external injuries.

Moreover, judging from his appearance and behavior, he does not seem to be a person suffering from a brain disease at all.

He now strongly suspects that the fat man blacked out due to drinking.

"that……"

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

"Go outside and wait for me."

This police officer was specially arranged by Boss Long to accompany him to the doctor's appointment.

Strictly speaking, this is a work-related injury, so the provincial department should naturally bear the costs.

After the police officers left, Yu Dazhang said in a low voice:

"I have a missing piece of memory. I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but I suspect it was caused by human error."

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

So that's the only explanation he could come up with.

Seeing the doctor's doubtful expression, he added:
"Today I was shocked with a stun gun, which caused me to lose consciousness briefly. When I woke up, I found that I had an extra memory in my brain, but the memory was very messy and only a small part."

In fact, he didn't just recall being strapped to the bed.

Another memory is of being trapped in a wooden house.

I was extremely agitated at that time, radiating a violent aura, but I could only vent my anger alone in the wooden house.

"Electrical stimulation does indeed help with memory recovery."

The doctor carefully chose his words:

"However, I've never encountered someone like you who was shocked with a stun gun. How about this, you should get a brain CT scan first."

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

"It's done, this is it."

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

"That's fine too." The doctor put down the X-ray films.
"Everything is normal. You should get an EEG done."

Upon hearing this, Yu Dazhang rummaged through the examination forms on the table again, took out a form, and handed it to him:
"This is it."

"You're quite well prepared," the doctor said, taking the form and examining it carefully.

"No problem, why don't you get an MRI..."

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

He quickly pulled out a film and handed it to the doctor:

"I've had most of my brain checked."

Almost all of Yu Dazhang's tests were related to his brain, which raised suspicions of using public funds for personal expenses.

However, he didn't think too much about it. If the provincial department didn't reimburse him, he would just spend the money himself.

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

"It's fine, I don't see any problems."

The doctor held the X-ray film up high, looked at it again and again, and then placed it on the table.

"What I can confirm is that there is no disease in your brain, but..."

He paused abruptly, seemingly considering how best to begin.

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

When seeing a doctor at the hospital, I'm always afraid of doctors using transition words like "however," "but," or "yet."

If you add, "Have your family members arrived?"

If you run into someone with poor mental fortitude, they'll collapse to the ground.

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

"Based on these test results, it's clear that your brain activity is unusually high." The doctor suddenly lowered his voice at this point:

"I shouldn't be saying this, because there is currently no medical test that can measure a person's IQ, but it can show the activity level of brain nerves."

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

This must be due to a hospital regulation that prohibits doctors from using medical examinations to determine a patient's intelligence.

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

This situation is somewhat similar to when a pregnant woman undergoes a prenatal checkup, and the doctor cannot directly tell her the sex of the fetus.

"Mmm." Yu Dazhang quickly nodded, indicating that he understood.
"You continue."

The doctor coughed, then glanced at the doorway. Seeing police officers standing guard, he said with relief:
“The normal brain activity index is between 70 and 120, but your index has reached 185. I have never seen anyone with an index that can reach this value.”

I don't understand the technical terms either... Yu Dazhang was completely confused.

"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.

"High brain activity leads to more frequent synaptic connections between neurons and faster information transmission, which usually manifests as quick thinking and concentration."

That's true... Yu Dazhang felt this deeply.

In this life, I am indeed much more quick-witted than in my previous life.

"I want to recover my memories quickly," Yu Dazhang seized the opportunity to state his request.
Do you offer electroconvulsive therapy here?

Since the electric shock worked, he decided to try it again.

He didn't want to try electric shock therapy anymore; the hospital should have safer methods.

"There is electroconvulsive therapy," the doctor stammered.

"The accurate name is electroconvulsive therapy, also known as electroconvulsive therapy, but it is used to treat mental illness by shocking the brain with electricity."

Seeing Da Zhang's blank expression, the doctor could only add:

"I don't recommend you use this method, or rather, normal people don't need to torture themselves with this method."

Electrocution of the brain does sound a bit like torture... Yu Dazhang felt that the doctor made a lot of sense.

His greatest virtue is that he listens to advice.

He also understood that the doctor meant there was no need to seek treatment unless it would affect his normal life.

"You don't need to come back here anymore," the doctor concluded.
"If you insist on treatment, you may consider neurosurgery or psychiatry."

After leaving the hospital, Yu Dazhang stood by the roadside, mentally analyzing the doctor's last words to him.

You don't need to go to neurosurgery anymore.

Since I'm not mentally ill, going there would be a waste of time.

The Department of Psychiatry is nothing more than psychotherapy.

Then there's even less need to get treatment here; I know experts in this field.

When psychology is mentioned, the first person he thinks of is Ye Zhiyu.

Therefore, we still need to return to Songhai as soon as possible.

The next day.

Liancheng City Public Security Bureau.

As soon as Yu Dazhang arrived, he saw Team Leader Hua walking out of an office.

He hurried forward to greet them:
"Where are Boss Long and the others?"

Team leader Hua looked exhausted, clearly having stayed up all night. He rubbed his temples and said:
"They left early this morning; rescue efforts are still ongoing in other cities, and they went to provide support."

"It's too hard..." Yu Dazhang sighed inwardly.

This case has caused a lot of trouble for the entire police system in N province.

Almost all police units were mobilized, working day and night between cities. Fortunately, no police officers have been injured or killed so far.

Did you stay up late last night?

Yu Dazhang looked at Team Leader Hua and asked:

"Didn't they say there wouldn't be any night interrogations? Could it be that there are new developments in the middle of the night?"

The mere mention of this made Hua furious. He glared at Yu Dazhang and said:
"Thanks to you, I shot and killed four suspects yesterday and spent the whole night writing reports."

(End of this chapter)