Xingheng took care of the matter, put down the shovel, and closed the door to the utility room, so that he would never have to deal with those disgusting things again.

When he saw that Yan Bei was still holding the mashed potatoes, he asked in surprise, "Mom, why don't you eat it?" ”

"Keep it for you." Yan Bei replied with a smile.

"I've eaten it!" Xing Heng replied with a serious face, walked quickly to her side, and held her hand with his small hand, trying to stuff the potato into her mouth.

Yan Bei didn't have an appetite at all, and although she was weak, she had a thin immortal qi to protect her body, so she didn't lack this potato at all.

The size of a ping pong ball, even if she eats it, she can't improve anything.

When Xing Heng was about to grab his hand and put it in his mouth again, Yan Bei pressed his hand down with a little force.

She didn't have much strength herself, but the slightest resistance Xing Heng felt it, for fear that she would hurt her mother recklessly, so she hurriedly relaxed her strength according to her wishes.

"You eat." Yan Bei looked at his eyes and said a little domineeringly, "You can't refuse!" ”

"Mom......."

"You have to finish it!" Seeing that Xing Heng was about to speak, Yan Bei added another sentence domineeringly.

Xing Heng looked stunned, but finally compromised, took back the potatoes that were still steaming, and couldn't help but look at Yan Bei's face while eating slowly.

She knew he wanted to ask why, and waited patiently for him to swallow the last bite of the potato before explaining:

"Xingheng, with my current physical condition, I can't help you at all, but I need you to help me, so in order for our mother and son to leave alive, you must promise me that you will save yourself first at all times, you know?"

The boy looked at her for a moment, but did not answer, and picked up the anti-inflammatory potion himself, pondering how to clean her wound.

Seeing this, Yan Bei couldn't help but sigh, and then continued: "If something happens to you, then neither of us can leave, you have to know how to make trade-offs......

"Mom!" He suddenly raised his head to interrupt her and reminded softly: "I'm going to take the gauze apart, tell me if you hurt." ”

He was changing the subject, such an obvious move, if Yan Bei couldn't see it, then she would have gone through so many task worlds in vain.

The wound on his foot is indeed more troublesome, and he can't, so he has to put aside the topic of who should preserve his strength for the time being, and nodded to Xingheng who was waiting.

Seeing that she was sitting down and getting ready, Xing Heng began to move, and untied the gauze little by little with a serious expression.

There was no other gauze, so he could only carefully put the untied gauze carefully, ready to reuse it for a while.

There was no gauze to cover it, the bloody wound was exposed, a depression as big as the mouth of a bowl, and the white bones of Sensen were clearly visible, and people's hearts trembled when they saw it.

Xingheng gritted his teeth as he managed to control his hands that were trembling with hatred.

He lowered his head, his eyes drooped, and the long bangs on his forehead blocked the light, and Yan Bei couldn't see his expression at all.

But she could feel his trembling, and the hatred that gritted his teeth to endure.

Unable to bear the child like this, Yan Bei tried to ignore the pain from every nerve, and said with a light smile: "You open the bottle cap, I will come by myself." ”

He shook his head and said, "I can." ”

Three words, without any emotion, just told her that he could and didn't need her to help.

The hand that was not yet the size of the bottle tried to hold the bottle, trying not to shake the arm, and then began to pour the anti-inflammatory potion on the wound.

Little by little, the flow rate was the same, and it didn't suddenly increase and hurt her, and it wasn't too careful.

It was very stable, and Yan Beidu began to wonder if there was a mature soul living in this child's body.

His steadiness is incomparable to many adults.

This was the most shocking time that Yan Bei had done so many tasks.

Because this is the first time that the child is taking care of her, not that she is taking care of the child, this feeling...... Well, it's amazing!

Nodding and looking at Xing Heng, who was trying to hold the bottle steady, Yan Bei couldn't help but show an appreciative look, "You did a great job. ”

A word of praise from his mother made the boy's solemn expression relax, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, with a sense of pride and a hint of shyness.

Yan Bei didn't know how long the wounds on his legs had been placed, but he could only roughly tell from the color of the pile of minced meat that they had been dead for no more than twenty-four hours.

Therefore, the injury on her leg should not exceed 24 hours, and if the inflammation is reduced in time, it is not easy to be infected.

Xing Heng obviously knew a lot about this, not only did he know how to find anti-inflammatory drugs for her, but he would also bandage her wounds, Yan Bei guessed, he might have taken a first-aid practice class before.

Of course, speculation is just speculation, she has no memory of the original owner, and the plot does not describe what happened before Xingheng's personality changed drastically.

Looking at Xingheng, who had already bandaged her wound again, Yan Bei was a little flustered, she was worried that she wouldn't be able to answer when he mentioned the past.

So, we have to solve this time bomb first!

already had an idea in his heart, thinking that it would be better to solve it as soon as possible, Yan Bei began to rise in drama.

"Hiss~" She suddenly frowned, and made a very uncomfortable muttering sound.

Sure enough, Xing Heng, who was about to continue to treat her wound on her broken arm, immediately put down the remaining half of the bottle of anti-inflammatory potion and looked at her, and asked in a panic:

"What's wrong? Mom, what's wrong with you? ”

He was really scared, afraid that anything would happen to her, that she had just come back to light.

Sensing his panic, Yan Bei knew that he had acted too much, so he hurriedly put away his thoughts, frowned, and said to himself:

"Strange, Xingheng, what is your birthday? Mom suddenly couldn't remember, how could this be...... Hiss! It hurts when I think about it....... Hiss! ”

Yan Bei raised his hand to cover his head, pretending to be very uncomfortable, seeing Xingheng breathe a sigh of relief and nervousness at the same time.

He hurriedly reached out to grab her hand and soothed: "Don't worry, Mom, don't think about it first, I can tell you anything you want to know, don't think about it yourself." ”

As the boy was reassured, Yan Bei nodded, gradually returning to his normal expression, and then the fox asked, "Xingheng, ......what do you say?" Could mom have amnesia? ”

"Amnesia?" Xing Heng was stunned, and suddenly remembered that when his mother was fighting with those people yesterday, her head was hit hard by the wall, and she hurriedly reached out to touch the back of Yan Bei's head.

At this touch, a dry bloodstain was found, and even Yan Bei himself was stunned.

No wonder she said how this person died so quickly, and his emotional brain was still hurt!

But is that heaven helping me?

In this way, Yan Bei's amnesia was explained, and Xing Heng didn't care whether she really had amnesia or not except for worrying about her brain.

He only knows that his mother is enough as long as she is alive, even if he doesn't remember him, as long as she is alive, he can accept anything!