Chapter 921: Chapter 901: Child Prodigy
"Little Doubao?" Jiayi’s face shifted. Oh no, did he really hear that?
She just sent him away because she didn’t want him to overhear the conversation with Su Yan.
Although Little Doubao was somewhat withdrawn, he wasn’t stupid. Besides, he was already six years old. At this age, many children were already in elementary school. So, he could definitely understand her and Su Yan’s words.
She didn’t want him to know that his biological father’s death was connected to Su Yan.
There was no concrete evidence at this point, so even if Little Doubao knew, what would that change?
Facing someone every day who might be responsible for his father’s death—how would Little Doubao feel?
Jiayi started to panic and regretted not sending Little Doubao further away. "Little Doubao, let’s go inside, okay?"
"Bad person, killed, killed Dad." He said each word deliberately, staring intently at Jiayi with an expectant look.
Jiayi took a deep breath.
He really had overheard, and it seemed like he wanted to know the full story.
Because of his unique experiences, Little Doubao’s mind was far more mature than most kids his age.
He didn’t like being lied to.
She crouched down and gently said, "No matter the situation, I can only tell you this: people who hurt others will always face bad consequences in the end. Don’t dwell on this too much, we’ll handle it. Do you trust me, Little Doubao?"
Little Doubao glanced in the direction where Su Yan had left but ultimately said nothing more. He held Jiayi’s hand and entered the building.
...
An Haokang’s Studio.
Jiayi greeted the receptionist and led Little Doubao inside.
Today was Jiayi’s scheduled hypnosis session. The studio was quiet, with no other patients present.
An Haokang was working at his desk. When he saw Jiayi bring in a child, he instinctively paused in confusion.
Jiayi briefly explained Little Doubao’s identity and background, and only then did An Haokang understand.
Being an expert psychologist, he skillfully exchanged a few words with Little Doubao. Surprisingly, Little Doubao, who was meeting this strange man for the first time, didn’t resist and actually appeared to listen, occasionally nodding or shaking his head in response.
Finally, An Haokang called in his secretary and asked her to take Little Doubao to complete a behavioral and psychological assessment.
Little Doubao obediently followed the secretary out.
Once Little Doubao was gone, Jiayi said, "Dr. An, I’ve seen you treat many successful autism cases, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to bring Little Doubao here today. Now that I’ve seen how he’s responding, I know I made the right decision bringing him to you. He seems willing to accept your help."
An Haokang smiled lightly. "And how about you? How have you been feeling lately?"
"During the first period of hypnosis therapy, I felt like the progress was faster. After every session, I could recall fragments of memories—disjointed but at least something. However, recently the sessions haven’t seemed as effective."
"Hypnosis therapy relies on continuity. When you stopped coming for several months in between, it naturally lessened the impact."
Jiayi knew he was referring to the months after her divorce from Huo Zhenyang.
During that time, she had no interest in coming here for hypnosis therapy.
After all, it was Zhenyang who had arranged for her to see Dr. An, just like the Black Card and the Imperial Violet he gave her—she hadn’t wanted to accept any of it.
Only after she moved back into Disheng did she resume the sessions.
Perhaps that was why the progress had slowed down.
"Dr. An, if things continue like this... can I still recover the memories from that year?" Jiayi looked at An Haokang with uncertainty in her eyes.
She knew the specialist Zhenyang had found for her was one of the best psychologists, using the most advanced methods both domestically and globally.
If even this couldn’t restore her memories, then maybe it really was hopeless...
She wasn’t sure why, but she used to feel it didn’t matter whether her memories returned or not.
After all, it didn’t affect her day-to-day life.
But the more time she spent with Zhenyang, the more important that lost year seemed to become.
It was the year they first met—a year of so many firsts.
She really wanted to get it back.
An Haokang said calmly, "If I told you there’s a 100% chance of recovery, you probably wouldn’t believe me. But don’t lose hope. The brain is incredibly complex. Sometimes, under the right circumstances, the memories can resurface unexpectedly."
The right circumstances?
So—just luck?
Jiayi heard the consoling tone in An Haokang’s words and forced out a faint smile, though a trace of disappointment lingered in her expression.
...
After finishing Jiayi’s hypnosis session, the secretary brought Little Doubao back into the room.
After reviewing the test results, An Haokang asked the secretary to take Little Doubao outside to play.
"Dr. An, how are the results?" Jiayi asked.
"Based on the test results, Little Doubao’s condition is indeed categorized as congenital mild autism."
Jiayi’s eyes dimmed. "Can it be cured?"
"For severe cases of autism, it’s impossible for patients to connect with the outside world—they remain in complete isolation, like a stone. The recovery rate is practically zero. In such cases, it’s like an incurable disease; there haven’t been any documented cases of full recovery. But from what you’ve said, Little Doubao responds to external stimuli and can even communicate verbally. Plus, the results show his symptoms are relatively mild. So, there’s hope for treatment."
Jiayi let out a breath of relief.
Looking at the results again, An Haokang became pensive. "Additionally, most children with autism tend to have high intelligence, and Little Doubao is no exception. Nature is fair. Even though he has congenital autism, his intellect is extraordinary."
As he spoke, he handed the report to Jiayi for her to see.
The IQ section on the report read: 175.
"According to the Stanford-Binet Scale, most people’s IQs range from 90 to 110. Scores above 110 are considered ’high ability,’ while ratings above 140 classify as what we call gifted or genius. While Little Doubao might not say much, his intelligence is far beyond his peers—even comparable to adults. He’s undoubtedly a gifted child."
Jiayi vaguely recalled that when Ivy League Schools pre-admitted Nie Yixiao during his younger years, he, too, had been tested using the Stanford-Binet Scale.
At that time, Brother Yixiao’s IQ evaluation had also been exceptionally high.
She glanced through the glass window at Little Doubao, who was playing with toys outside.
It seemed that when one door closes, another truly opens.
Born into misfortune, parentless, and with autism—it felt like all the world’s suffering had been handed to him. Yet, he had been gifted with intelligence far surpassing others, perhaps this was nature’s way of giving him a blessing.
...
Meanwhile—
Outside the office, Little Doubao was playing with a Rubik’s Cube. Within ten minutes, he solved the final layer, glanced up, and noticed an employee walking by with a tray.
The employee paused at the front desk to chat with the secretary.
On the tray were several white bottles.
