When Fang Jian heard the question from Divine Doctor He, he immediately said, "Thank you for asking, Divine Doctor. I'm here to see a doctor."

Doctor He glanced at Fang Jian and asked, "Oh? What's wrong with you?"

Fang Jian was about to speak, but when he opened his mouth he was stunned, then shook his head and said, "I forgot..."

"You forgot?" Doctor He was surprised. "Don't you know what disease you have?"

Fang Jian said apologetically, "I'm so sorry. I knew it, but I forgot it when I saw the miracle doctor."

Divine Doctor He's face darkened, and he said to Fang Jian, "You look normal, and you speak with full energy. You don't look sick at all. Are you here to tease me?"

"I dare not, I dare not, but I really forgot." Fang Jian said.

Doctor He waved his hand and said, "Then come back to me when you've made up your mind."

After saying that, Doctor He turned around and went back to his room, no longer paying attention to Fang Jian.

Fang Jian stood outside the fenced yard, looked around, and then sat down under a lush persimmon tree outside.

A day passed in a flash, and Fang Jian slept under the persimmon tree all night. It was not until the next morning when Doctor He came out with a shovel to turn the soil in the medicine field that Fang Jian woke up leisurely from his deep sleep.

Fang Jian sat up, stretched his waist comfortably, and then looked at Doctor He who was turning the soil in the field and said, "Good morning, father-in-law."

Doctor He paused, then turned around and looked at Fang Jian and asked, "What did you call me?"

"Father-in-law." Fang Jian said.

"..." Doctor He felt that Fang Jian was a bit strange. Yesterday he called himself Doctor He, but today he called himself 'father-in-law'.

Another day passed like this. On the third day, when Fang Jian woke up under the persimmon tree, he finally saw a familiar figure staggering into his sight.

Doctor He, who was turning the soil in the field, also stood up, pounded his waist and turned his head to look over.

The person who came was Yan Daoqing. At this time, his eyes were black, his legs were weak, and he was sweating profusely.

But he still carried the woman on his back and refused to let her go no matter how much she begged.

Helplessly, the woman could only wipe his sweat with her sleeves. When Yan Daoqing came to the outside of the fenced yard, he looked at Fang Jian under the persimmon tree, and then looked at the immortal-looking doctor He in the medicine field, and immediately asked: "Where... is this place?"

Is this the home of the divine doctor He?"

Doctor He said, "My last name is He. I only know a little bit about medicine, so I don't dare to be called a miracle doctor."

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As soon as Doctor He finished speaking, Yan Daoqing knelt on the ground and said in a daze, "Please, Doctor... save my wife."

After saying that, Yan Daoqing lunged forward and immediately fell to the ground, and his wife also fell on him.

Mrs. Yan Daoqing exclaimed, then quickly stood up and hugged Yan Daoqing, calling out, "Husband, husband!"

Divine Doctor He simply glanced at Yan Daoqing and said, "Don't be afraid, he just fainted from hunger."

...

The sun set in the west, and the sunset glow covered the entire yard. Yan Daoqing let out a long sigh and then opened his eyes.

"Husband, you're awake." A gentle voice sounded beside him.

Yan Daoqing sat up suddenly and found himself in a simple wooden house, with a hard and straight wooden bed under him.

Yan Daoqing turned his head and only felt relieved when he saw his wife Zhou Ruhua.

"Madam, where are we...?" Yan Daoqing asked.

Zhou Ruohua smiled and said, "We are at Doctor He's house."

"Oh?" Yan Daoqing's eyes lit up. "Is this the home of Divine Doctor He?"

"Yeah." Zhou Ruohua nodded.

Yan Daoqing's expression suddenly brightened, and he said, "That's great! We finally found Dr. He. Madam, you are saved."

Zhou Ruohua also nodded happily, and her beautiful face became particularly beautiful under the reflection of the sunset glow outside the window.

At this moment, a wisp of fragrance drifted into the wooden house, and Yan Daoqing's stomach made a slight "gurgling" sound.

Zhou Ruohua chuckled and said to Yan Daoqing, "Husband, Brother Fang has already cooked porridge. You haven't eaten for two days. I'll go make you some porridge."

"Brother Fang?" Yan Daoqing looked slightly surprised. "Who is that?"

"Oh, he is also a person who came to see Doctor He for treatment. We met him at the foot of the mountain." Zhou Ruohua said.

Yan Daoqing thought about it, but the thought made him dizzy and weak all over. He was really hungry.

But how could he bear to let Zhou Ruhua serve him food? So he forced himself to stand up and said, "Why bother Madam? I can go out by myself."

The moment Zhou Ruohua helped Yan Daoqing out of the wooden house, the rosy clouds in the sky suddenly shone on the two of them.

A breeze blew my clothes, and I saw clouds floating in the sky and a mountain breeze blowing on my face. There was no worldly noise, no turbid waves of the red dust, which made me feel comfortable and my soul peaceful.

When Yan Daoqing came to his senses and followed Zhou Ruhua into the courtyard, he saw a small earthen stove in the middle of the courtyard. In front of the stove, a familiar figure was squatting there.

Yan Daoqing took a closer look and finally recognized Fang Jian. "Is it you?"

Fang Jian raised his head and glanced at Yan Daoqing, then asked doubtfully, "Do you know me?"

Yan Daoqing was startled and said, "Didn't we meet at the foot of the mountain three days ago?"

"Oh?" Fang Jian frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "I forgot."

Doctor He, who was standing by, glanced at Fang Jian and said, "You've forgotten your illness, and you've forgotten the people you met. What else do you remember?"

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