I decided to go to the hospital to get some medication.

The feeling of not being able to remember is too painful.

Although there are countless people coming and going, I stand among them like a wandering soul.

A lonely ghost, ignorant of the past and the future.

So I went to the hospital again.

When I pushed the door and walked in, I saw my attending physician. This was the first time I took a closer look at him. Last time, I was just preoccupied with sadness.

He's very young. Sunlight pours in through the loosely drawn curtains, and tiny specks of dust dance and swirl in front of him. That's when I saw his name on his chest badge: Neurology Department, Tang Jiyun.

He turns his head and looks at me, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth, giving me the greatest strength.

"I... I want to get some medication," I said.

I handed him the previous diagnosis.

Tang Jiyun furrowed his brows slightly, his gaze sharp. "You didn't pick up the medication last time?"

I lowered my head. "I forgot."

"I'll prescribe it for you now," Tang Jiyun paused and continued, "Don't worry too much, you're still young, everything will be fine."

I smiled and nodded heavily.

I knew he was actually comforting me.

As I walked out of the hospital, I boarded the same bus again, but this time I didn't receive a call from Zhou Fansheng.

The sun was already setting, and the afterglow of the sunset fell warmly on my face.