When Zhang Qingbin heard Ye Yuan ask that,
he thought for a moment before answering uncertainly,
"Just these past couple of days. It seemed to start after your mother left.
What is it? Is something wrong, Xiao Yuan?"
Seeing the solemn look on his nephew's face, Zhang Qingbin began taking it seriously too.
"Uncle, do you think Grandma might have cerebellar atrophy?"
"Probably not, right? Doesn't cerebellar atrophy mean she wouldn't recognize anyone at all?
Your grandma isn't like that.
She's just been bringing up things from the past a lot lately. But only occasionally, and she gets better after a while. That shouldn't count as cerebellar atrophy, should it?"
Zhang Qingbin answered with little certainty.
After hearing Zhang Qingbin's words, Ye Yuan felt that things were probably not as simple as his uncle believed.
Otherwise, the old lady would not have even forgotten that he had graduated.
Wasn't that a typical early symptom of cerebellar atrophy?
If it was really as his uncle said, then it was serious.
If Grandma truly reached that stage, she probably would not be able to do without someone watching over her.
He still remembered his college classmate's grandmother, who had suffered from severe cerebellar atrophy. Forget recognizing people—she could not even find her own home.
"Uncle! I think we should take Grandma to Blue Island for an examination!"
"Why go to Blue Island? I'm not going. Even if I die, I'll die at home. This is where my roots are.
Xiao Yuan, why are you just like your mother?
What's so good about Blue Island? When I go downstairs, there isn't a single person around who knows me. There's no one to chat with.
It's nothing like our village. The moment you step outside, there's always someone to talk to."
The old lady