Diverting attention...how can you use this method?

Jing Li's ears burned red, and he said nothing. Qin Zhao didn't explain any more, but picked up a comb to help Jing Li comb his hair.

Even after living here for so long, Jing Li still couldn't learn the ancient way of tying hair, and always had to ask Qin Zhao to help him.

Qin Zhao slowly passed the wooden tooth comb through his hair. His movements were delicate and gentle, not hurting him at all.

Jing Li quietly looked at Qin Zhao through the bronze mirror.

There was still a slight tingling sensation on the lips, and the heart was filled to the brim, as if I had eaten a piece of dessert that I had missed for a long time, the taste was sweet and long-lasting, and it lingered for a long time.

The latter seemed to sense something and suddenly raised his head, and their eyes met in the mirror.

Qin Zhao smiled and lowered his head again: "Now are you willing to tell me what you were worried about just now?"

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The rain was still falling as Qin Zhao and Jing Li walked into the streets holding an umbrella together.

"It's here." Jing Li pointed to the simple little pharmacy deep in the alley.

Before Qin Zhao lost his memory, he probably knew how to interrogate people. He grasped Jing Li's weaknesses exactly and easily made Jing Li tell him everything about his encounter with the old man today.

After learning what had happened, Qin Zhao showed some rare anxiety and asked Jing Li to take him to see the old man immediately.

Perhaps because of its poor location, the pharmacy is deserted. I had previously seen the young boy Shuang'er sitting by the door reading.

Hearing the footsteps, the boy raised his head and smiled: "It's you."

His eyes fell on Qin Zhao who was beside Jing Li, and he turned away a little embarrassedly, saying, "Grandpa Xue said you might come back, so he asked me to wait here."

Qin Zhao said, "I want to meet Mr. Xue."

The young man led them into the inner hall.

Lifting the bamboo curtain, the old man surnamed Xue was lying on the only recliner in the inner hall, dozing off while fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.

The young man stepped forward and called out to him, "Grandpa Xue?"

The old man was soundly asleep and didn't respond. The young man nudged him gently and raised his voice, "Grandpa Xue, Master Jing and his husband are here!"

Qin Zhao looked at Jing Li thoughtfully.

Jing Li: “…”

"...Who, who is here?" The old man woke up from his sleepiness and looked around blankly.

Qin Zhao took a half step forward and said, "My name is Qin Zhao, nice to meet you, Mr. Xue."

The old man looked at him, then looked at Jing Li behind him, and understood: "This is the young master's husband?"

"..." Jing Li's ears turned red, and he said with difficulty, "Yes, I'll bring him here. I hope Doctor Xue can take a look at him."

"I knew you would come back. Please sit down." The old man sat up. The young man brought him a hand pillow and placed it on the small table. Then he stepped out and pulled the bamboo curtain again.

The old man said, "Stretch out your hand, let me take a look first..."

Qin Zhao put his hand on him as he was told. The old man raised his eyes and saw his appearance clearly, frowning: "Have I seen you somewhere before?"

Qin Zhao's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't show any abnormality. Instead, he said truthfully, "My memory is impaired. I don't remember where I met you."

"Memory loss?" The old man thought for a moment but said nothing. He placed his finger on Qin Zhao's pulse.

He closed his eyes slightly, examined the patient quietly for a moment, and nodded. "It's just as I expected. No wonder you didn't dare let the clinic know your prescription. But, this prescription can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. It's better not to take it anymore."