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Whether it was time travel or amnesia, both were unbelievable explanations. After hearing this, Officer Zhang was more inclined to believe that Zhu Qingyu didn't want to or dared to say it for some reason, so he asked her some other questions indirectly.

Zhu Qingyu's answers were all the same: unclear, unknown, and unremembered.

The police can investigate cases, but it's very difficult for them to determine whether someone has genuinely lost their memory due to trauma, is faking it, or is simply pretending not to want to talk about it. They have to rely on medical methods.

Perhaps worried about further upsetting Zhu Qingyu, Officer Zhang asked a few questions before turning to Zhu Qingyu and Mei Tang:

"Then you should focus on getting better. If you remember anything, feel free to call me anytime."

Shortly after Officer Zhang left, Zhu Qingyu's brother, Zhu Qingfeng, received news that his sister had woken up and rushed over in his white coat.

Zhu Qingfeng works in neurosurgery and is the chief surgeon. After hearing about Zhu Qingyu's symptoms, he took her to his department for examination.

After the full set of examinations, Zhu Qingfeng's colleagues in the neurology department pulled him aside:

"Since there are no symptoms of organic disease, would you like to take your sister to see a psychiatrist?"

Zhu Qingyu sat in her wheelchair, waiting for Zhu Qingfeng to take her home. Noticing her brother's gaze, she looked over as well.

In her memory, her usually composed brother looked as if he was about to shatter at that moment.

The moment his eyes met his sister's, Zhu Qingfeng's broken expression vanished. He walked over, knelt beside the wheelchair, and gently smiled as he discussed the matter with Zhu Qingyu:

"Qingyu, let's go to the psychology department again, and you can talk to the doctor, okay?"

Zhu Qingyu smiled at him too:

"Brother, I'm a little tired. Can you take me home first?"

Zhu Qingfeng didn't force her; while pushing her back, he comforted her:

"It's okay, Qingyu, it's good that you're back. We can talk about it when you're ready."

Zhu Qingyu stayed in the hospital for a few more days. During this time, her parents and brother took turns looking after her. Many of her former colleagues, classmates, and friends from the emergency department came to visit. Everyone was very tactful and cautious, and seemed afraid to ask too many questions.

Until one day, a stranger came to the ward. She was a stylish young lady with high heels, holding roses, carrying a designer bag, wearing sunglasses, and with neat, short hair that reached her ears.

The young lady wasn't tall, but she had a strong presence and was incredibly outgoing. She took off her sunglasses and said warmly:

"Oh, Qingyu, hello, I'm Yuan Hui. It's so nice to finally meet you! My goodness, you look so much like your brother! Are you interested in entering the entertainment industry? There are so few stunning beauties like you in our circle right now! If you sign with me, I guarantee I'll make you a star! Look at those movie stars, they were all brought up by me!"

Zhu Qingfeng appeared at the door carrying a water bottle, looking at Yuan Hui with a mix of headache and doting affection:

"Do you use this as your opening line when you first meet everyone?"

Yuan Hui, her high heels clicking, placed the roses on the cabinet, her expression extremely serious.

"Teacher Qingfeng, do you have some misunderstanding about my professionalism? My standards are very high!"

Oh, this smells like gossip!

Gossip brings joy and excitement.

These past few days, Zhu Qingyu has spent most of her time lying in bed thinking about Gu Zhao and Gu Heng. She rarely speaks, but she has temporarily forgotten the pain of separation. Her eyes suddenly brighten, and she stares at Zhu Qingfeng and Yuan Hui with wide eyes, almost frantically looking at them.

Zhu Qingfeng placed the kettle under the cabinet and introduced it to Zhu Qingyu:

"My girlfriend, Yuan Hui."

Oh, I knew it!

The brother who spends all his time in the operating room actually found a girlfriend while she was away!

She's her brother's officially recognized girlfriend; he just praised her beauty. Zhu Qingyu, in return, immediately complimented her in return.

"Hello, Sister Hui. You look so beautiful, Sister Hui."

Yuan Hui's natural friendliness was off the charts; she immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at Zhu Qingyu with a face full of admiration.

"Yes, yes, little sister, it's like this. The reason I enjoy talking to you so much must be because what you say makes so much sense. Once we get to know each other better, you'll find that my talent is just as outstanding as my looks. We're all family here, so I brought you some of my secret stash of goodies that I used when I was recuperating last time. Let me tell you, I have experience with recuperating. The most important thing is to keep a cheerful mood and be happy."

Yuan Hui took a tablet out of her designer bag and handed it to Zhu Qingyu, showing it to her:

"Take your time reading. I have more on my computer after you're done; I've saved a lot."

The tablet is full of handsome young men and beautiful young women, mostly young men.

Zhu Qingyu, holding the tablet, looked at Zhu Qingfeng and gave him a meaningful look:

"Dude, your girlfriend's looking at other guys! Are you sure you can handle this?"

Yuan Hui had no scruples:

"Watch with confidence. I'm a law-abiding citizen. These are all videos circulating on public platforms, so the content is absolutely fine. Because of my profession, I save any good marketing ideas I see. After watching them, you'll definitely feel refreshed and won't regret it."

The spiritual nourishment that Yuan Hui fed her was all vulgar pleasure. Although it was shallow, it was just right to numb the pain and soothe the mood. A few days later, Zhu Qingyu was discharged from the hospital.

Although the body has not fully recovered, the will of man is stronger than the body.

Zhu Qingyu recovered from her depression and began to research materials every day, trying to find the burial place of Gu Zhao and Gu Heng from historical records so that she could visit them.

Will Gu Zhao live a long and carefree life, free from illness and worry, and live a life full of excitement and passion?

Did Gu Heng receive much love, grow up well, and live a carefree and wonderful life?

She regretted that when Gu Zhao told her about the Gu family's ancestral graves that day, she should have asked for more details about the address and the details of their branch. That way, she might have been able to find clues by following their family tree. But now, there are so many people with the surname Gu in the country, so where could she find Gu Zhao's bloodline?

Official histories are generally about emperors, generals, and ministers. A few lines can encapsulate the lives of countless people, and very few people actually leave their names in official histories.

Although Gu Zhao and Gu Heng were relatives of the emperor and powerful figures at the time, it is extremely difficult to find their traces in the vast historical records five hundred years later.

Zhu Qingyu tried for a long time, even buying the most orthodox and detailed history books recording that era to check, going through page after page, and finally found Gu Zhao's whereabouts.

She first looked up the emperor's biography in the historical records. Emperor Muxuan ascended the throne at a young age and reigned for more than forty years. He was a restorer of the dynasty who boldly reformed domestically and made great strides in foreign affairs. Because he was able to spread his virtues and exert his power in all directions, he defeated the northern barbarians in the north and conquered the three regions in the south. His temple name was Xuan.

I also found out about Lord Zhuang's fate. Historical records describe him as a rare and capable minister who brought peace to the world, a reformer who died a peaceful death, and who rose to the position of Grand Secretary and was honored with a place in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

She was even surprised to find her name in the history books, though only briefly, in the description of Emperor Mu Xuan's internal reforms, recording the achievements of Zhu Qingyu, the Minister of the Huiyi Temple, in quelling the epidemic and establishing the Huiyi Hall to benefit the people.

Then they finally found Gu Zhao's description: at this time next year, he would come to Shu five hundred years ago, and from there lead an expedition south to fight a great battle with the barbarians of Sanyi. He would return in triumph and bring Sanyi under his control.

Beyond that, it can no longer be found.

Zhu Qingyu was not giving up and spent almost a month searching through various official and unofficial histories, but she could not find any information about Gu Zhao.

On New Year's Eve, after dinner, fireworks were set off outside the Zhu Family Medical Clinic.

Zhu Qingyu moved a chair to the doorway to watch the fireworks, and said to the sky:

"Lord Gu, Gu Heng, Happy New Year! The roads to Shu are difficult to travel. Please take care when you come to Shu next year."

Five hundred years ago, under the same sky, Gu Zhao held Gu Heng in his arms, watching the fireworks, and said to them:

"Wishing you a happy new year, sir. Are you feeling better? You can see the fireworks from the sky, right? I'll set off more, and higher up, so you can stay with us and watch a little longer, okay?"