Old Mrs. Qin changed her expression very quickly, and as soon as she opened the door, she put on a smiling face.
"Girl, you're awake?"
Old Mrs. Qin stepped forward and helped Li Youran up, then quickly cleaned up the debris on the ground.
"Old woman, I'll go get you a bowl of water. Don't move around."
Li Youran wanted to ask where this was, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't utter a word. She felt a sharp pain in her throat and couldn't even make a hoarse sound.
She sensed something was wrong and hurriedly touched her throat. She saw that her neck was swollen and painful; she must have hit it during the fall.
Before Li Youran could react, Old Lady Qin brought in a bowl of water. Li Youran struggled to get up, but finally managed to sit up with Old Lady Qin's help.
The process of drinking water was extremely painful because my throat was swollen and my esophagus was narrowed; every sip felt like being cut with a knife.
However, Li Youran still frowned and forced herself to drink the bowl of water.
"Girl, are you feeling better?"
Li Youran nodded without saying anything. Old Mrs. Qin didn't take it to heart, thinking that Li Youran was just a shy young woman who was too embarrassed to speak.
“Young lady, it was my third son who rescued you from the mountain. Do you remember where you live, and what your name is?”
Seeing that Li Youran hadn't spoken for a long time, Old Lady Qin mistakenly thought that Li Youran had injured her head in the fall on the mountain and didn't remember what had happened before. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile.
“Young lady, don’t worry if you can’t remember. Focus on healing your injuries first, and then think about it slowly. After all, you fell down the mountain, so it’s normal that you can’t remember right away.”
Li Youran didn't explain, but nodded and lay down again with the help of Old Lady Qin.
"You should rest well first. I'll go and cook you a bowl of millet porridge."
Old Mrs. Qin moved with lightning speed, and after speaking, she quickly left and closed the door.
My third son is getting on in years and still doesn't have a wife. He rescued a woman from the mountain, and she even lost her memory. It's like God delivered a wife to his door!
Qin's wife only thought of this much, so she added another handful of millet to the pot, and before leaving, she took out a few dates from a box.
Li Youran lay on the bed, looking around at her surroundings, thinking that this family must be struggling financially and probably didn't have the extra money to hire a doctor for her.
She mentally assessed her injuries and wondered what kind of medicine she should take to recover quickly.
At the same time, she was also worried about the situation in the capital. She was gone and would never return; she wondered if Dajun and Xiaohong were worried, and about Hua Ruyu's injuries…
Thinking of this, Li Youran frowned deeply, thinking that since she had already had an accident, Hua Ruyu's condition was probably not much better.
"Third brother, where have you been again? Why did you bring back all these wild grasses from the mountain?"
Old Mrs. Qin didn't have time to scold Qin Laosan. She hurriedly pulled him into the kitchen and whispered something to him.
"Third brother, let me tell you, that girl has amnesia and can't remember anything from before."
Qin Laosan frowned slightly upon hearing what Old Lady Qin said.
He had previously made a rough diagnosis of Li Youran's injuries; she hadn't hit her head. However, she had injured her neck and shoulder, both of which were swollen. This time, he only applied anti-swelling medication before going up the mountain.
I thought to myself that if I really had amnesia, it would be really difficult to handle, since this situation usually indicates a blood clot in the brain.
"Third son, what are you daydreaming about? Your mother is asking you a question!"
Seeing Qin Laosan in a daze, Qin Laosan's wife scolded her son in her heart again, thinking he was too stupid, otherwise he wouldn't still be unable to find a wife.
"That girl has amnesia, what are you really thinking?"
"Go to the mountain to find medicine, see if we can save him..."
Before Qin Laosan could finish speaking, Qin Laopozi came up and slapped him on the shoulder.
"You blockhead!"
Old Mrs. Qin said with a mixture of disappointment and frustration.
Well, her son was useless, so only she, this old woman, could prove him right.
Just then, Li Youran walked out of the room, leaning on the door frame, and sat on the threshold, staring blankly at the courtyard and then at the sky.
In the eyes of Old Lady Qin and Qin Laosan, Li Youran's symptoms were signs of amnesia, but Li Youran was genuinely worried about the situation in the capital.
"Miss, it's windy outside, you'd better go inside quickly!"
As she spoke, Old Lady Qin stepped forward with a smile to help Li Youran up.
There's no other way; my son is such a disappointment, so as a mother, I have to be a strong supporter.
"Third brother, I still have some millet porridge cooking in the pot. Hurry up and take this young lady back to her room."
As Old Lady Qin spoke, she winked at Qin Laosan.
Left with no other choice, Qin Laosan could only grit his teeth and move forward, helping You Ran back to the room.
“This is Qinjiagou. You must have rolled down the mountain. I saved you at the foot of the mountain.”
Although Li Youran didn't speak, Qin Laosan could see through her eyes and knew that Li Youran had many doubts in her heart.
Can you write?
Qin Laosan looked at Li Youran's swollen neck and guessed that she had a problem. It wasn't that she had lost her memory, but that she couldn't speak because her vocal cords were damaged.
Seeing Li Youran nod, Qin Laosan hurriedly left, only to hear the sound of rummaging through things coming from the next room.
A short while later, Qin Laosan came in with paper, ink, brush, and inkstone.
A bald calligraphy brush, an old inkstone, and yellowed paper.
After Qin Laosan finished grinding the ink, Li Youran hurriedly wrote the character "Li" on the paper.
You mean your surname is Li?
As Qin Laosan spoke, he looked at Li Youran, who nodded.
The two chatted idly like this. Li Youran's handwriting was extremely ugly, even worse than the scribbles of a drunken cricket, and Qin Laosan had great difficulty deciphering it.
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