It feels somewhat familiar, proving that the sword is 100% his. It's a good thing to have this feeling. Maybe it's really temporary amnesia caused by post-traumatic stress disorder.

Hua Shi thought about it, nodded, placed the sword beside him, and said, "Then you should rest well. When your injury is better, you may remember it."

The man picked up the sword and gently touched the hilt with his palm. The carved patterns on it had become blurred due to long-term use over the years.

He lowered his head and looked at his palms. The palms and backs of his palms were covered with scars of varying sizes, some new and some old.

Looking at the sword in his hand, he tried to carefully recall the lost memories in his mind, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember anything.

Although he had lost his previous memories, his body's instincts were still there, and he vaguely guessed his original identity... Could he be a taciturn swordsman?

Hua Shi saw him with his head down, lost in his own thoughts. After making sure that he was fine, he turned around and quietly left the room.

"Sister... Second Brother's forehead is still very hot."

Hua Xiao wrung out the towel that had become warm at some point, looked at Hua Shi who came in from outside, then looked at her second brother who was lying on the kang with a red face due to fever, frowned helplessly, opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

Hua Li's eyelids were red from crying and were obviously swollen. Her eyelids were uncomfortable after crying for a long time and they kept blinking. The sadness in her eyes did not diminish at all.

"Let me take care of this. There's porridge cooked in the kitchen. You guys go eat it first. When you're full, bring some hot salt water."

She saw that Hua Yu's lips were dry, and he was sweating profusely. All the moisture in his body had been drained away, and the situation was getting worse...

An entire afternoon passed in the blink of an eye.

Hua Shi stayed by the kang bed, wiping Hua Yu's sweat with a towel to cool him down. The high fever kept recurring, and it was not easy for him to sweat and lower his temperature. After a while, the person wrapped in the quilt began to shiver all over.

The high fever caused her to suffer from alternating hot and cold symptoms, which were very frustrating for Hua Shi. She had to be careful not to get her clothes soaked by sweat. If they did, she would change them immediately. The quilt she was covering herself with was also soaked by the sweat...

After a whole afternoon of tossing and turning, the sky gradually darkened again, and the day passed quietly.

Fortunately, Hua Yu, who had been suffering from a high fever, finally got rid of the fever after an afternoon of tossing and turning, and the fever did not recur. Hua Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a light knock on the door, and Xie Mingchi's voice came from behind, "Ashi, this is a medicinal soup made from ginseng. Give it to him and see if it works."

He ran around for the entire afternoon and finally got this branch of ginseng from his second uncle's house. He then worked tirelessly to make a medicinal soup and brought it over, still steaming.

"Ginseng?" Hua Shi was stunned for a moment. Exhaustion made her reaction slow down a bit.

She was busy that day and hardly saw Xie Mingchi. She thought he had gone back first. She didn't expect that he had disappeared for so long. Did he actually go to look for this ginseng?

Xie Mingchi walked in holding a wooden bowl.

Hua Shi's gaze followed his hand and fell on the full bowl of ginseng soup in the wooden bowl. It was dark yellow in color, and there was something sliced ​​and shaped like tree bark floating in the bowl. She guessed that this was ginseng.

"Where did this ginseng come from?" Hua Shi asked curiously.

"I asked for it from my second uncle's house." Xie Mingchi replied. He noticed Hua Shi's tiredness, walked forward with the bowl, sat down beside the bed, carefully lifted Hua Yu's head with one hand, and prepared to feed all the ginseng medicine into Hua Yu's mouth.

Seeing this, Hua Shi came over to help support Hua Yu's head, so that Xie Mingchi could free up both hands to feed him the medicine.

Fortunately, although Hua Yu was unconscious, his body instincts were still there. As soon as the ginseng soup touched his lips, he did not reject it and swallowed it unconsciously with his mouth open.

After a lot of struggling, some of the ginseng soup flowed down the corners of their mouths onto the bed, but fortunately they drank most of the bowl of the soup.

"Ginseng replenishes blood and qi, it's a good thing. Don't trust what He Yaopo says too much. I see that Hua Yu looks better, so he should be fine."

Xie Mingchi tried to comfort Hua Shi with some clumsy words.

Hua Shi was very grateful for all the help he had given her recently. She didn't know what to say, so she just nodded.

It was late at night, and Xie Mingchi should not stay for long.

As the day passed, the news that the two of them had returned from Taohua Town spread throughout the village without any warning.

It seemed that the villagers had heard something about what happened at the Hua family. I guess the curious village women would even tiptoe and prick up their ears outside the door to eavesdrop.

It was getting dark, and Xie Mingchi couldn't stay, so he had to comfort her with a few stiff words before leaving, looking back every few steps.

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