The medicine boy called for clear water, and Jiang Mingche personally wiped Feng Qing's face and hands, and then his eyes stared straight at Feng Qing's pale face, without blinking, and sat on the edge of the bed without leaving an inch, as if he had settled down.

In the second half of the night, he was so tired that he leaned back, closed his heavy eyelids, and began to doze off.

When I woke up the next morning, the sunlight shone into the room through the window lattice and fell on the floor in front of the window.

Feng Qingfang still didn't wake up.

After a short time, the medicine boy came over with the medicine again, and after handing the medicine over with a frightened face, he was in a hurry to leave, Jiang Mingche suddenly stopped him: "You didn't use this medicine, did you?" Why does the patient drink it but it doesn't work? ”

The medicine boy was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a "bang", and replied tremblingly: "Childe, you are a gut for the villain, and the villain doesn't dare to do anything!" This girl was seriously injured, and she only drank the medicine once or twice, so she naturally didn't see any big effect, and it had nothing to do with the villain. ”

Jiang Mingche looked at him like this, forgave him and didn't dare to play tricks, so he dispelled his suspicions, but the doctor said that it would be dangerous if he didn't wake up within twelve hours, and the time was pressing, how could he have time to drink more medicine?

"Go and call your master."

"Yes, Childe, wait a minute." The medicine boy ran away with a roll on the ground.

Jiang Mingche stirred the black medicine in the bowl, waited for it to cool down a little, and patiently fed Feng Qing to drink it one by one.

Originally, Jiang Mingche wanted to forcibly open her teeth and take the medicine with her mouth, but after hesitating, she felt that this was an offense to her, and if she took advantage of her sleep, it would be worse than a beast, so she had to tell the medicine boy to fry more.

It didn't take long for the doctor to come over, also respectfully, for fear of accidentally angering the Lord of Yama.

"I wonder what Childe commands?"

"I want to ask, after drinking two bowls, why doesn't she show signs of waking up?" Jiang Mingche's tone at this time was quite gentle.

The doctor secretly pondered for a moment and replied: "The old man can't say this clearly, it is very likely that it is due to excessive blood loss and great loss of vitality, and it will take more time to recover." ”

Jiang Mingche was impatient again: "Twelve hours are almost over, how long will it take?" ”

"This ......" The doctor glanced at him quickly, and once he saw the cold and fierce color, a layer of sweat immediately broke out on his forehead, and his voice trembled: "The old man really can't say." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Mingche really wanted to slap this useless doctor to death with one palm, but he also knew that the doctor had actually tried his best, and even if he really killed him, it would only add a human life.

He suppressed and suppressed the anger churning in his chest, and said in a deep voice, "Wake up, you go out first." ”

Jiang Mingche had no choice but to continue to stay by the bed, staring blankly at Feng Qingfang, who was still unresponsive.

Could it be that frivolity really can't survive this hurdle? Frivolous, frivolous, if you really have three long and two short, how can I be good? How do I live? You can't be so ruthless and let me live in guilt for the rest of my life......

I don't know how long later, an extremely subtle murmur came from the bed: "It hurts, it hurts......"

Jiang Mingche suddenly came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, and sure enough, he saw Feng Qing moving his bloodless lips wildly, as if he was in great pain, whispering something.

"Frivolous, frivolous?" He leaned over and listened carefully, and when he heard the word "it hurts", his heart suddenly twisted like a knife, he held her hand and comforted her, turned around and went out to call the doctor.

When he returned to the house, Feng Qingfang had already opened his eyes and was looking around blankly.

"Frivolous, are you awake? Are you really awake? It scares the hell out of me! Jiang Mingche couldn't help but walk over quickly and take her hand into his palm.

However, Feng Qingfang immediately withdrew his hand, shrank in, and stared at him like a frightened rabbit, with more horror in his eyes than vigilance.

"Who are you? Stay back! ”

Suddenly, a hint of foreboding swept through her heart, this was a look that Jiang Mingche had never seen on her face before.

He tried to call again: "Frivolous? What happened to you? I'm Jiang Mingche, don't you recognize me? Do you see clearly? His voice was very gentle, and his eyes were as soft as water, although he looked a little haggard after a day and a night of thinking, but his face was still extremely handsome, and with this full of kindness, people felt good at first sight.

Feng Qingyan finally relaxed a little, blinked his eyes, but still looked at him timidly, frowned and thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't know you, I don't have any impression at all." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Mingche was like a thunderbolt, and the whole person was almost stunned, and only after a while did he ask again: "Then, do you remember who you are?" ”

"Myself?" Feng Qing lowered his eyes wildly, trying to search for the memories in his mind, but after thinking about it for a long time, he found that it was just a blank space, and he couldn't remember anything.

"Who am I? Why do I have no memory at all? I, I, hiss~"

The harder she thought about it, the more her head tore and hurt, as if it was about to crack, her face became whiter than before, and she subconsciously hammered her head with her hand, groaning in pain.

Seeing this, Jiang Mingche hurriedly clasped her hand and said with concern: "If you can't think of it, don't think about it first, you still have a wound on your forehead, but don't crack it, and then think about it slowly, don't worry." ”

Feng Qingfang obediently lay back, looked at Jiang Mingche, his eyes were full of confusion, pursed his dry lips, and asked in a low voice, "Is there water?" I'm thirsty. ”

"I'll pour it for you." Jiang Mingche paced to the table and poured the warm tea that had just been delivered, and returned to the bedside to feed it to her, but she sat up again and said a little unnaturally: "I'll do it myself." ”

"Be careful." Seeing her so alienated from herself, although Jiang Mingche felt uncomfortable, she was also relieved, as long as she could wake up, she was better than anything else, what else did he ask for?

It's just this memory......

Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the door, and it was the doctor who arrived.

"Doctor Zhang, come and show Miss Feng how she is doing?" Jiang Mingche immediately got up and gave him the space.

The doctor glanced at Jiang Mingche first, and saw that he had completely lost the fierceness he had before, and his heart was a little relieved, so he concentrated on checking Feng Qing's pulse, and then checked the wound on his head again.

"The pulse is stable and strong, the complexion is much better than yesterday, the wound has not deteriorated, it has slowly scabbed, it seems that as long as you are well recuperated, there will be no problems."

Doctor Zhang said, and he was relieved in his heart, if this girl died here, a certain plague god would have to chop him up.

When he was about to get up, Jiang Mingche pressed his shoulder, and his face became solemn: "She doesn't seem to have any problems, but she doesn't know anyone when she wakes up, and she doesn't even remember who she is, could it be...... Amnesia? ”

"Is there such a thing?" Doctor Zhang turned his head to look at Feng lightly, and sure enough, when he saw that her eyes were slightly dull and looked ignorant, he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, so he carefully examined her again to see if there were any other wounds on her head.

Sure enough, a not too big bulge was found in the back of the head, only lightly touched, Feng frowned and shouted pain, Doctor Zhang couldn't help frowning, and said with a sad face: "According to the old man, the reason why Miss Feng can't stir up the past is because of the blood congestion in her brain, temporary amnesia, and after the drug to invigorate blood and remove blood stasis, the blood clot in the brain gradually dissolves, and she may be able to recover her memory, but this is not certain, the old man is not good at medicine, so he can only do his best, if the son is not at ease, it is better to take the girl to visit others as soon as possible." , please also be smart. ”

He was telling the truth, but he really wanted to send these two people away quickly, so as not to worry all day long.

Jiang Mingche looked at Feng Qingfang, the guilt accumulated in his heart suddenly erupted, turning into tears in his eyes, he quickly wiped his eyes, and said to Doctor Zhang: "Then you go and prescribe medicine first, ask someone to fry it, and prepare some light meals to send it." ”

"Okay."

Doctor Zhang left, and only Feng Qingyan and Jiang Mingche were left in the room, both of them were speechless for a while, and the room was extremely quiet, so quiet that they seemed to be able to hear each other's breathing.

After a long time, Jiang Mingche sat on the edge of the bed, sighed, looked at Feng Qingyan and said, "Qima, I'm sorry, I hurt you." ”

Feng Qingfang can feel that this person only cares about himself, without the slightest malice, so he is not so defensive against him, at this moment, seeing him blaming himself, he can't help but be a little moved, and said comfortingly: "Childe doesn't have to be like this, I just broke my head, everything else is fine, Doctor Fang Cai also said, my memory will be restored later, besides, how can I blame you for being injured?" ”

It had been a long, long time since she had spoken so gently to herself, Jiang Mingche listened, and was in a trance for a while, as if she had suddenly returned to many years ago, when he and Feng Qingfang were still in love.

How good it was then, but how did it come to be?

With emotion, Feng asked lightly in his ears: "That, there is a question I want to ask, I don't know what the relationship between you and me is?" ”

Jiang Mingche came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It's a friend, if you still recognize me." ”

"Why would I not admit it...... Feng muttered frantically, "Then you should be quite clear about my affairs, right?" Do I have any family? ”

"You ......" Jiang Mingche paused, and almost subconsciously replied: "As far as I know, no." After saying that, he began to spit on himself, and he didn't even dare to look directly into the other party's eyes.

Feng Qingfang was a little disappointed, "In this way, it turns out that I am a lonely and helpless person." For some reason, she always felt that her nose was sour, as if she had forgotten something very important and someone she shouldn't forget, and she was missing a piece in her heart, but she couldn't remember it.