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The wind is long, the sky is blue, and the mountains are full of one-year-old fruits in golden autumn.

Sweating, panting, and taking medicine, my daughter returned home.

"Yue'er, watch your step". On the green mountain path, a middle-aged man, in his fifties, dressed in a coarse cloth robe, with a round red mole in the center of his eyebrows, was vaguely visible, and exuded an elegant atmosphere all over his body.

"Dad, hurry up!

Carrying a medicine basket, floral cloth trousers, a straight little nose, stained with pearl-like sweat beads, and under the curved eyelashes, there are a pair of clear eyes, like a clear spring, which makes people involuntarily want to take a few more looks.

Whoa...

Whoa...

The small river at the foot of the mountain, the water is murmuring, and a dead tree, accompanied by fallen leaves, slowly floats from the upstream.

"Dad, look, what's that?"

"It's a person, Yue'er, pull it up."

The father and daughter saw a black thing on the dead wood, and when they looked closely, they knew that it was a human head.

Poof!

Crash!

The girl could not help but put down the basket, jumped into the stream, grabbed the dead wood, and dragged it to the shore.

"Ahh He... ”

With a scream, the girl blushed, turned around and ran to shore.

"What's wrong?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly looked and found that it was a person with a charred body, naked and naked.

"Healers should forget the difference between men and women, and if the heart is not right, the doctor will not be able to heal."

The middle-aged man took matters into his hands and pulled him ashore, but he still took off his coat and covered it.

I probed my mouth and nose, looked at my eyes, checked my pulse, and checked it briefly.

"It is strange that this man has been burned all over his body, but he is full of life, and his pulse is strong and strong, and yet he is unconscious, and his soul must have been wounded."

The middle-aged doctor looked thoughtful, his eyes showed a hint of essence, and he could quickly tell the symptoms of the disease, obviously his medical skills were not low.

"Could this guy be a bad guy?"

The girl came over and looked left and right, but saw only a dark face.

"If you don't treat it because you only guess, it is against the will of the doctor, and you have good thoughts in your heart, so that you can cure the suffering of the world... ”

"Got it, what Daddy taught." The girl hurriedly interrupted the middle-aged man, obviously she had been taught more than once or twice, "Dad is a saint in the world, and his daughter naturally can't compare."

"You, you, just follow your mother's learning, when can you understand the doctor's mind and broad-mindedness, so that you can accommodate all rivers." The middle-aged healer picked up the wounded man on his back and walked directly towards the distant village.

"No wonder my mother often says that my father is an elm head, and I am not wrong at all, I don't know how many hearts my mother has broken over the years." The girl muttered, her nose wrinkled, her eyes dripping at the burned man, and then she smiled evilly, not knowing what the hell she was thinking.

Wisps of green smoke, hundreds of households, backed by green mountains, built by the water.

A middle-aged woman, dressed in plain clothes, holding a spear, heroic and extraordinary, standing on the boulder at the head of the village, after seeing the father and daughter, jumped down, and her body was light.

"Mother".

The girl smiled and shouted.

"Whose injured person is this?" the visitor looked at the middle-aged doctor at a glance, ignoring the girl on the side at all.

"Dad picked it up from the river, it must have been chased and killed by the enemy." The girl was the first to answer.

"Okay, I know, go back first". The middle-aged healer was about to speak, and the person who came pressed his words back, obviously guessing what the other party was going to say.

I saw that the middle-aged doctor smiled slightly, but he didn't care.

"In my father's eyes, there are only patients, how can there be four words of ingratitude." The girl followed behind and muttered.

"Healing the wounds of the body is only a healer, and healing the human heart is the way of medicine." The middle-aged healer glanced back at the girl.

The girl stuck out her tongue disappreciatively.

The middle-aged doctor has superb medical skills, and has long been famous in the township and is a household name.

Once famous, it is inevitable that some people from the rivers and lakes will come here.

However, the world is sinister, and we often encounter some ungrateful people, who obviously cure them, but they have evil thoughts, do not give medical fees, cause trouble, and want to be edicted under their command, there are many people.

The girl has seen all kinds of bad people since she was a child, and it is inevitable that she will be defensive.

However, middle-aged doctors often say: Behind the saint, there must be the support of the strong.

And this strong man is the daughter of the village chief and the mother of the girl.

A few days later ...

"Dad, won't this person wake up?"

After several days of treatment, the injured man was still unconscious.

"The soul injury is the most difficult to treat, and it needs to be slowly recuperated."

"Then you can't let me take care of it, if this person is ungrateful, won't I lose a lot?"

"The healer should be most discouraged, be patient, and wait for me to find some herbs."

The middle-aged healer smiled as if he had never been troubled.

"Hmph, if I heal you one day, I want you to pay back tenfold."

The girl picked up the basin of water, went to fetch some water, and slowly wiped the body of the wounded.

The charred skin slowly peeled off, revealing a handsome face, sword eyebrows and slanted fingers, a high nose bridge, moist skin, red lips and white teeth.

Autumn goes to winter, snowflakes fall, the day the flowers bloom, another year.

"Dad, he's awake, mother, come on."

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, when she saw the person on the bed, moved her fingers lightly a few times, dropped the basin in her hand, and hurriedly ran out of the house.

Trample!

Trample!

A middle-aged woman came quickly, stepped into the door, and went straight to the bed.

The middle-aged healer, who followed up slowly, sat on a chair.

"Hmm!"

A slight muffled grunt broke the silence in an instant, and by listening to its voice, you could hear that the injured person was enduring pain.

A strong stinging pain came from his mind, making the person on the bed instantly sweat all over his face, his brows were deeply locked, and his hands were holding the sheets tightly.

Shhh

The sheets were torn violently, but the person on the bed never screamed.

"It's a miracle that the soul can be restored after being wounded." The girl walked over and stood beside the middle-aged woman.

"With this willpower to endure pain alone, this person is by no means simple, although he can't feel the slightest yuan power, it doesn't mean that he is not a martial artist."

"Niang is a strong man in the realm of the unity of heaven and man, only half a step away from being a strong man of the Heavenly King, looking at his age, he is only about twenty years old, where can he be powerful."

In the eyes of the girl, her mother is the number one master in dozens of villages within a radius.

"It's still Yue'er who can speak."

The strong sting in the soul slowly receded, but the whole head was groggy and heavy, and the most frightening thing was that the mind was blank, and he couldn't remember anyone or anything, not even his own name.

The only thing I can think of is the auspicious clouds that obscured the sky and the sun, raining down powerful thunder and lightning.

"Amnesia?" was the first thought that the person in the bed had when he woke up.

"Who am I?

Where am I?

Why don't I remember anything?"

(To be continued.) )