After losing his memory, King Huo always looked at people and things like a layer apart.

Zhao Pu whispered in his ear about his glorious deeds on the battlefield, and King Huo's heart was touched when he heard it, but every time he thought about it, he felt a headache.

He desperately wanted to get out of his weakened state, but his overly injured body made his vision a luxury.

Under King Huo's questioning, Zhao Pu once told him how thrilling his fate was when he was hanging by a thread.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had a breath of air, no one would dare to believe that King Huo had survived with such a serious injury.

After the medicinal herbs were soaked, Shu Ange found a reason to go out to avoid it temporarily, and Zhao Pu helped King Huo into the wooden barrel.

When he woke up, although his body was very weak due to his injuries, he always insisted on walking on his own and doing simple things.

Zhao Pu was very worried about the aggravation of Huo Wang's condition, and Shu Ange encouraged him.

People in this era should have no concept of rehabilitation training, and lying in bed all the time when they are injured is actually very detrimental to recovery.

Shu Ange scalded the used medicinal cloth with hot water, hung it outside the door for sun disinfection, and after dealing with these, he returned to the room for Dihua acupuncture.

She counted the days, and in about five or six days, the blood clots in Dihua's skull would be able to disperse.

When the blood clot is dispersed, Dihua can regain its memory and improve its limb coordination.

After a few more months, his martial arts will be able to recover.

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones, and Dihua has gone for most of his life, if it weren't for Shu Ange's medical skills, I'm afraid it would be really difficult to break through the ghost gate.

If you change to a doctor, even if you can save his life and heal his injuries, I am afraid that I will not even be able to lift heavy objects in the future, let alone use martial arts.

If Shu Ange guessed correctly, he was really that person.

From now on, he can't use force, and I'm afraid it's as difficult for him to be reduced to a wasted person.

After acupuncture, Shu Ange found an excuse to go out again, and Zhao Pu helped Huo Wang to bed.

At dusk, the flowers and grass in the yard are dyed with a few red red gold.

Shu Ange pinched the flowers that were just right, pinned them to the side of his sleeve, and walked slowly towards the room.

When she pushed the door open, Dihua sat on the bed with a pillow in his hand.

After seeing Shu Ange enter the door, he naturally put down the book and gestured to her.

"Looks like you're recovering well."

Shu Ange played with the flowers on his sleeves, his eyes were as bright as the spring sun.

"The owner of Lao Bai is bothered, and Zhong will be hijacked in the future."

"Childe's surname is Zhong?"

After waking up from Dihua, this was the first time she had heard his surname from his mouth.

Shu Ange raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a smile, Zhao Pu hurriedly explained: "The master of my family is also a child of the clan, but the family is in decline, and there is no title on him. ”

Every time he lied and deceived Shu Ange, Zhao Pu was very ashamed in his heart, but for the safety of King Huo, he had to lie one after another.

When Shu Ange learned that Dihua's surname was Zhong, most of his guesses had been implemented.

The wounded lying on the bed is most likely the generalissimo of the dynasty, Huo Wang Zhong Chenghao.

Even in a state of amnesia, Zhong Chenghao is a very cautious person.

He was willing to take the initiative to reveal his surname, and Shu Ange was very happy, which meant that he still had some trust in her.

For those like them, one wrong step is to break their bones, and believing in the wrong person is even more of a catastrophe and disaster.

Shu Ange took the topic elsewhere and did not dig into Zhong Chenghao's life experience.

"You just played a play about King Huo?"

Zhong Chenghao was chatted with Shu Ange on the topic for a few words, and then took the initiative to ask her something.

"Yes, it's too noisy, is it bothering you?"

Shu Ange replied with a smile, and his eyes flashed as if there were hidden stars.

"It's okay, listening to the lively movement, I feel happy in my heart."

Zhao Pu looked at him in surprise when he heard King Huo speak like this, and he couldn't believe it.

If he remembered correctly, King Huo never listened to the play.

"You need to be quiet when you are recuperating, but you also need to listen to some lively movements occasionally, otherwise it is easy to get depressed."

Huo Wang nodded, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his brain, he frowned, and his hand was slightly supporting his temple.

"Zhong Gongzi has a headache?" Shu Ange asked with concern, King Huo opened his eyes and nodded tiredly.

She also ignored the difference between men and women, sat on the bed, helped Huo Wang's upper body, let him lean on herself, and then massaged several acupuncture points on the back of his head with both hands.

Shu Ange's movements were very gentle, Zhong Chenghao leaned on her arms full of medicinal fragrance, and there was a faint hint of clarity in the pain.

This familiar smell had been with him for a long time when he was unconscious.

Zhong Chenghao's subconscious is more familiar with this taste than him.

After patiently massaging Zhong Chenghao for a while, Shu Ange removed his hand from his head and asked softly: "Zhong Gongzi, how do you feel, do you want to press it again?" ”

"No need, thank you Bai Ban Master."

After Shu Ange's massage, Zhong Chenghao's explosive pain disappeared, but the faint pain was still there.

"Master of the day shift, what's going on with my master, why do you suddenly have a headache?"

Shu Ange put the flowers that were blooming just right next to Zhong Chenghao's pillow, and when he looked up at the other party, a kind and soft smile appeared on his face.

"Don't worry, it's normal, Zhong Gongzi's brain has too much blood congestion, and it has coagulated into lumps, and now it has reached the stage of stasis, which is easy to cause pain."

Speaking of this, Shu Ange wiped the beads of sweat from Zhong Chenghao's forehead with a wet towel, and admonished: "Zhong Gongzi, don't be afraid of pain, as long as you feel uncomfortable, just tell me as soon as possible." ”

"Thank you, let the day master bother again."

"Hehe, I hope that Zhong Gongzi's health will get better soon. When the black blood in your skull is gone, not only will you be able to recover your memory, but it will also be easier for you to move your body.

"How long will it take for me to regain my memory?"

"How long will it take for my master to regain his memory?"

Zhong Chenghao and Zhao Pu asked at the same time, and Shu Ange didn't sell Guan Zi and returned happily: "The longest is ten days, and the shortest is six or seven days, and Zhong Gongzi can recover his memory." ”

"Really! Great, master, you're about to regain your memory! ”

Zhao Pu couldn't help but be overjoyed, and almost jumped up and high-fived.

Zhong Chenghao was not as excited as Zhao Pu, and after a pause, he asked: "I want to ask the white class master, after I recover, can I still use martial arts." ”

The smile on Zhao Pu's face retracted, he looked at King Huo with a worried expression, and carefully persuaded: "Master, don't be too anxious about martial arts, everything will go naturally." What you need to do, we are willing to do it for you. ”

"Thank you for your hard work, thank you for taking care of you along the way."

The master and servant did not deliberately avoid Shu Ange, and revealed the affairs of Zhao Pu and his companions.