Chapter 657 Extreme Pain
Benjamin adjusted his hospital gown, having seen this coming a mile away.
"Just give it to me. Is there any way to fix this?"
Arnold crossed his arms, deep in thought. "The chip in your shoulder isn't just any chip. It's connected to your cardiovascular system. If you try to remove it without the right procedure..."
Benjamin frowned. "What happens?"
"It'll trigger a self-destruct mechanism. The conduit will rupture, slicing open your cardiovascular system. In other words, you'll die."
"So there's no way?"
"There is."
Arnold picked up another X-ray and studied it. "To remove the chip without setting off the self-destruct, the person who implanted it has to provide the key to disable it via a computer."
Benjamin stayed silent, his face darkening.
He never thought Harold would go this far!
What kind of father does this to his own son?
And what was Harold's endgame?
Arnold glanced at Benjamin's dark expression and sighed. "He really went to these lengths to keep tabs on you. Just how much does he hate you?"
He shook his head in disbelief. "I can't even wrap my head around it."
Listening to Arnold, Benjamin's anger boiled over. He slammed onto the nearby table, his knuckles turning white.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice low.
"I can't remember the past three months; it's all a blank. Is it because there's still a blood clot in my brain messing with my memory?"
When he first woke up in the hospital, Harold and the doctor had told him this.
The blood clot in his brain was in a dangerous spot, making surgery risky. It had to be absorbed naturally, which could mess with his memory recovery, maybe permanently.
Arnold was holding the brain X-ray.
After listening, he studied it carefully for a while, then confirmed, "No, you don't have a blood clot in your brain. Which quack told you that? They're lying to you."
Another lie.Benjamin closed his eyes, trying to keep his emotions in check.
"If that's the case, why can't I remember anything?" He thought of the two dreams he had and added, "I've only had some dreams, but I don't know if they're real."
Arnold was surprised. "You have no memory of anything before the car accident?"
"Yeah."
"That doesn't add up."
Patients who lose memory due to severe trauma usually start to recover some memories after a while. It's been months for Benjamin, and he hasn't remembered anything.
Arnold stroked his chin.
"Unless someone used hypnosis to block your memories, keeping you from recalling the past."
Modern hypnosis techniques are pretty advanced, and a lot of high-ranking, wealthy folks use them.
Benjamin's eyes darkened, creating a suffocating atmosphere.
His chest heaved heavily, and he stayed silent.
After a while, with a hoarse voice, he asked, "Is there any way to help me recover my memories?"
"There is."
Arnold hesitated. "Electroshock therapy."
Hypnosis can block memories, but they aren't completely erased. Under strong external stimuli, the effects of hypnosis can be significantly reduced.
"But it isn't something an ordinary person can endure. And to restore all your memories, it won't be a one-time thing. I don't recommend it."
Benjamin ignored the warning. "Can you do it?"
Arnold shrugged. "Of course. But you should think it over. There might be other ways."
Benjamin appreciated his concern, but finding another way could take too long.
Even if he could wait, some people couldn't.
Gritting his teeth, Benjamin's breathing became heavier. "Do it."
Two hours later, Benjamin lay drenched in sweat on the bed, his face pale, especially his lips colorless, clearly having endured extreme pain.
Arnold packed up the equipment and looked back at him, sighing. "Why put yourself through this?"
Honestly, he had never seen someone with such strong willpower, staying calm under electroshock, gritting his teeth without making a sound.
Benjamin forced himself to sit up, the sudden dizziness making him frown.
"This time, I owe you. If you ever need anything, just ask."
Arnold shook his head. "No need to be so polite."
"You've been busting your butt. Go rest. I'll go downstairs for some fresh air."
Benjamin stood up, his wobbling steps revealing his weakness, but he insisted.
"Do you need me to go with you?"
"No, Iwill return to the ward later."
Isabella's sedative should still be effective for a while, but she hadn't taken much, so it would only last until dawn.
Since he insisted, Arnold didn't press further, turning to pack his things. "I'll notify you of the next treatment in advance. If you experience any side effects, call me immediately."
Benjamin nodded and walked out.
He took the elevator to the first floor and stepped outside, the cold wind making him shiver, clearing his mind a bit.
Everything that happened tonight felt unreal, yet every event was expected.
Harold had always been a father he genuinely respected, but in such a short time, Benjamin's perception of him had been completely overturned. It was painful.
But considering Harold's true nature, these actions weren't surprising.
With a self-mocking smile, Benjamin slowly walked through the empty hospital garden.
Suddenly, his steps faltered for a moment, but he continued walking as if nothing had happened, his gaze turning cold in an instant.
Someone was following him.
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