Chu Hao was still lying there as if he was a corpse, motionless.

"San'er? Third brother? Qi Jia called softly twice, but there was still no movement.

I haven't woken up for so long, and I'm motionless, can't I be dead?

Qi Jia didn't want this either, so he stretched his index finger under Chu Hao's nose to test his breath.

Luckily, the breathing was even, as usual.

It's just that Qi Jia put down the basket and came over, his hands were a little dirty, and after he finished breathing, the little mud on his hands when digging herbs happened to be stained on Chu Hao's people.

The black mud marks made Chu Hao look as if he had grown a beard under his nose.

Qi Jia felt bad to herself, so she wiped the mud mark with her hand.

After rubbing, the mud blurred away, and the area was larger, and Qi Jia had to rub the new marks with his hands again······

The hands are dirty, the more they rub them, the more they rub them, the area of black ash is getting bigger and bigger, and Chu Hao's face also started from a "goatee" and gradually turned into a "beard" all over his face.

“······” Qi Jia couldn't help but laugh at his masterpiece.

Chu Hao also endured it.

No matter who rubs and picks at his face, even if he can't see it blindfolded, he can feel that something is strange.

Next, Chu Hao heard the little girl running out of the house, as if she had washed something outside.

Before he could finish thinking about it, he ran back again. Then, a moist cloth covered his mouth and nose.

Chu Hao was shocked!

I thought that this little girl was going to harm herself, suffocate herself, and almost stretched out her hand to stop it.

"My face is a little dirty, I'll wipe it for you." Qi Jia muttered.

Chu Hao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, I didn't do it just now.

After wiping it, Chu Hao heard the little girl say to himself again: "Help you remove the stitches today." ”

Could it be······

Sure enough, I felt that my clothes were untied again, my upper body was cold, and my shoulders and arms were exposed.

Qi Jia took out a pair of special scissors, the sharp tip cut the front and back ends of the sutures, picked out a head, and didn't use any special tools such as tweezers, thinking to himself, anyway, the person was in a coma, and he didn't feel pain, so he directly pinched his nails and quickly pulled out the sutures.

The sutures have been in the flesh for several days, not to mention growing with the meat, anyway, as soon as this swish was pulled out, Chu Hao felt a strange soreness.

Almost, almost again, it didn't fit down.

"It's a good recovery, San'er!" Qi Jia inspected the wound and was very satisfied with his medical skills and the healing power of the other party.

If you can fall off the cliff and not die after being slashed several times, your recovery ability must be strong!

If he hadn't known that his brother had the aura of the male protagonist on his head, Qi Jia almost thought that this was the male protagonist who couldn't die after falling off the cliff.

Make persistent efforts to change the prescription today.

Qi Jia brought a stone kiln and a stone stick for pounding medicine, picked a few freshly picked herbs, stuffed them into the stone kiln, and smashed them vigorously with the stone stick.

The herbs were gradually mashed into a puree, oozing juice, Qi Jia skillfully added more herbs or grass seeds, rhizomes, and finally, opened a small crockpot on the shelf, picked out a thick dried earthworm, and added two dried black beetles, mashed together.

Take a large bowl, spread a clean white cloth on it, and pour all the medicinal mud in the stone kiln into it, Qi Jia picked up the white cloth with both hands to wrap the medicinal mud, squeezed it hard, and the juice seeped out of the cloth, naturally filtering out a bowl of dark green soup.

This is the medicine that Qi Jia newly prepared for Chu Hao, a good medicine to treat diseases and save lives.

Qi Jia came to Chu Hao's bed with the medicine bowl and sat down, stretched out a hand and raised Chu Hao's head, although he knew that he couldn't hear it, he still said:

"San'er, it's time to take medicine."

Although Chu Hao still pretended to be unconscious, his nose was not broken, and his taste buds were not broken.

He smelled the medicine in the bowl that had been brought to his lips.

What kind of medicine is this? A smell of muddy meadows.

You don't need to look at it to know that it's definitely hard to swallow. It's a pity he can't refuse!

"Drink it, and you'll be cured." After Qi Jia finished speaking, he began to pour the medicine.

Chu Hao didn't want to drink it, he kept his mouth closed, anyway, the unconscious patient couldn't drink the medicine!

However, Chu Hao underestimated this little girl's means, he felt that his nose was pinched by two fingers, and he couldn't help but open his mouth slightly because he couldn't breathe.

With such a slight pause, a finger immediately took advantage of the situation to open his mouth, and the cool medicinal juice poured in.

What is this!

Bitter, astringent, fishy, cold and sticky, with a strange smell, rushed into the throat and went down the stomach.

That feeling made Chu Hao really unbearable, and what went into his stomach and stayed in his mouth merged into a capitalized "disgusting", forcing Chu Hao to vomit.

"Gross!"

What can't be covered up in this world is not only love, poverty and coughing, but also vomiting, so Chu Hao made a sound so naturally.

"Ahem, ahem!"

After spitting out, the choked Chu Hao coughed a few more times and inhaled heavily.

"San'er! You're awake! You're finally awake! ”

Qi Jia was very happy that Chu Hao woke up, and the hard work of the past few days was finally in vain.

"How do you feel? Did you feel any lighter pain? ”

Chu Hao's cheeks were slightly red when he coughed, and after he came back to his senses, he nodded lightly, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Water ·····"

As soon as he heard this, Qi Jia understood, and immediately went to another room, took the bowl, carefully helped Chu Hao up, and fed most of the bowl of warm water.

"Where is this? Where am I? Who is the girl? "It's a legitimate triple question for those who wake up.

"This is Chonghe Village at the foot of the mountain, I am a villager here, and I happened to meet you who were seriously injured when I went up the mountain that day, and I rescued you." The enthusiastic Qi Jia explained, "My name is Qi Jia, you can just call me Jia Jia!" I also have an older brother named ·····."

"Jiajia!"

Before Qi Jia finished speaking, he suddenly heard his brother's voice, turned his head and looked, and at some point, his brother was already standing at the door.

"Ah, brother! You're out of school! I've lost track of time! As soon as Qi Jia saw his brother coming back, he pounced happily.

Qi Luan took his sister in his arms, touched his head gently, and said angrily: "Silly girl, you don't have any defense, you don't know anything yet, just tell your family background first." ”

After saying that, he glared fiercely at Chu Hao, who was lying on the bed blindfolded, but also "looked over" here.

My sister is kind-hearted and defenseless, how do you know that this one is not a good stubble. In the exchange just now, Jiajia didn't know the other party's situation, so she was preempted by the other party and took the upper hand in the conversation. Chu Hao, you have been a traitor since you were a child! Qi Luan thought secretly.

Although Chu Hao couldn't see it blindfolded, from the first time Qi Luan said it, he had a very wonderful feeling.

In addition to the sound of nature, I inexplicably felt very cordial, as if I was an old friend.

"Hee-hee, it's okay brother." Only Qi Jia has no heart and lungs, and he doesn't care.

"Then you go cook! I'm a little hungry. Qi Luan said deliberately.

"Good! I'll make food for my brother! I also want to celebrate the awakening of San'er! Qi Jia happily ran to the kitchen, ready to show off her skills.

Seeing that his sister was gone, Qi Luan turned his head and stared at Chu Hao gloomily, tried his best to suppress his true emotions, adjusted his tone, and asked:

"Who are you? Why do you lie injured on the mountain? ”