I'm a substitute for my wife's Bai Yueguang...

"Dad, Mom?" I woke up from the hospital bed and saw my parents sitting in front of the hospital bed. Their worried and anxious eyes became joyful and moved the moment they met my eyes.

"Son, you finally woke up! How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you dizzy? You really scared us to death..." My mother touched my forehead with sobs, "Your father and I really can't stand you In a coma again..."

"Mom, I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me." I replied.

"Son, are you hungry? What do you want to eat! Dad will buy you delicious food!" My dad seemed to relax his tense nerves all of a sudden.

"I'm a little hungry..." I moved my body, it seemed that I was still very tired, my arms and legs were a little sore, "I want to eat scones, and I also want to drink mutton soup."

"How can there be mutton soup at this place," my dad said, "shall I buy you a bowl of ramen?"

"Okay." I nodded and added, "Dad, remember to make the pancakes spicy."

"What do you eat, daughter-in-law?" My father lowered his head and asked my mother again.

"You can buy whatever you want," my mother rang the bedside call bell while talking, "I don't choose, just buy whatever you want."

So my dad left the ward and went out to buy food.

The doctor who received the call came in with the nurse, and the doctor conducted simple inquiries and auscultation on me.

"Dizzy?" asked the doctor.

"Not dizzy." I shook my head.

"Are you sick?" the doctor asked.

"No, I feel very hungry and want to eat." I answered truthfully.

The doctor smiled when he heard the words, "Yes, I have a good appetite. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"Hmm... my legs feel a little sore, and so do my arms." I tried to move my arms, moved my legs slightly, and replied.

"It may be because I was tired from participating in the sports meeting in the afternoon." The doctor said with a smile.

"Sports meeting?" I repeated with some doubts.

"I think you are tired from playing basketball in the afternoon, and you should never take part in such strenuous sports again..." My mother told me with a slight complaint.

"Basketball?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at my mother in confusion.

"What's the matter, did I say something wrong? Didn't your legs and arms get sore from playing basketball in the past two days?" My mother obviously misunderstood the tone of my question.

"Mom, have I played basketball these two days?" I looked at my mother suspiciously, "Why don't I remember..."

My mother also looked at me, she was stunned for a while, and then asked: "Do you remember what day it is today?"

"...can't remember." I tried to recall it, but I didn't have any memory for reference.

"..." My mother looked at me blankly for a long time, and then said, "It's broken."

The doctor also looked at me and asked, "You don't remember that you participated in the sports meeting today, and you don't remember what day it is?"

I nodded.I don't even know why I'm here.If I didn't see the red italics on the head of the bed, I wouldn't even know that this is the school hospital.

"Then if you think about it carefully, how long ago can you remember the earliest?" The doctor asked patiently.

When I think about it carefully, I feel that this semester has just started and the weather is still very cold, but obviously the clothes I am wearing now are relatively thin, and the temperature seems to have risen.

"I seem to remember that it was not long before school started, and I was still wearing thick clothes at that time, and there was a down jacket under the school uniform..." I said all the details that I could recall.

While recording, the doctor asked me: "Apart from your previous memories, during this blank time, do you have any special impressions, such as sounds, smells, and physical perceptions? Feel like you haven’t experienced it before, but it seems to have some impressions?”

Smells...sounds...physical sensations...I'm actively mobilizing my cerebral cortex, trying to let it capture some details.

"Ah, disinfectant," I felt a little familiar when I woke up here, "I think the smell of disinfectant here is very familiar, I feel like I have smelled it all the time. But I don't remember being in a hospital, once in a while If you see a doctor, you shouldn’t have the impression of continuously smelling disinfectant.”

The doctor nodded thoughtfully, "What about the others? Are there any similar cognitive biases?"

"Chest hurts." I frowned slightly, wondering where this impression came from, and it was too unreliable.

"Is there anything else?" The doctor wrote down what I said.

"Hmm..." I closed my eyes and thought about it carefully, there seemed to be some chaotic and annoying atmosphere in the darkness, I almost shouted, "Pheromone!"

My mother looked at me nervously, and the nurse sister hurriedly reassured her and said don't worry.

"What is it specifically? What's your impression of it?" asked the doctor.

"A lot, very confusing." I suppressed the boredom and rejection in my heart, and replied, "It makes people feel very disturbed and resistant."

The doctor smiled and nodded, and said: "It's nothing, take a good rest, it may be because the body's self-protection mechanism has produced selective amnesia, it's not a big problem."

After the doctor finished speaking to me, he looked at my mother again, "Let the student have a good rest, he is too tired, let's go out and talk."

My mother nodded and went out with the doctor.

The nurse lady waited for my drop bottle to run out and replaced it with a new one. She asked me how I felt and slowed down the speed of the drip.

"Lie down and have a good rest." The nurse said to me.

I nodded and lay down.

The nurse lady stood by and observed for a while, and then left after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

I closed my eyes, feeling the cognition that didn't seem to exist, the pungent disinfectant, the pheromones mixed together, the painful chest... Are these things my brain fabricated to fill this blank memory in order to deceive me? , or did it really happen and I don't remember it?

I may only get the answer from the bystanders.