At this moment, although the policewoman had changed Lin Sa into a clean set of clothes and tidied her hair, she had messed it up again.
The bruises on her face were still visible.
There was a cigarette burn scar left on her forehead.
Drool was trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes were vacant.
She slowly lifted her head, staring at Chen Fang for a while, then suddenly rushed toward him.
But there was an iron grille in the way.
She couldn't reach Chen Fang, but she kept muttering, "Chen Fang, you're Chen Fang, right? You are Chen Fang!"
"Does she know me?"
Chen Fang turned to look at the doctor.
He was trying to indicate to the doctor that Lin Sa was not as badly off as diagnosed.
The doctor shook his head.
He said, "Even people with mental disturbances can form specific memories of certain individuals in their minds. I can only say her impression of you is particularly deep, beyond ordinary people."
Deep impression?
That's not surprising!
