Dean Fan could see that Song Yushu was not in a good mood, but he still wanted to confirm whether she had recovered her memory.
After all, the issue of losing and recovering memory is a very mysterious one.
Song Yushu's acupuncture skills can be said to be unmatched in Dayan Dynasty. Back then, old doctor Fan wanted Song Yushu to stop participating in party struggles and become a master of medical skills.
However, Dean Fan had a different opinion. The status of doctors in the Dayan Dynasty could not be said to be very low, but it was definitely not high either.
If doctors who save lives and heal the wounded are feared, looked down upon, and threatened, what good is it to be a master of acupuncture? If Song Yushu succeeds, the status of doctors will not be the same.
"Uncle Fan, Uncle Fan." Song Yushu frowned and covered his forehead.
At this ordinary moment, suddenly, Song Yushu's mind seemed to be filled with countless things.
The surging memories rushed into her mind like a flood. The weak Song Yushu could not bear it at this moment and fainted!
"Ashu!" Jiang Siyuan came to Song Yushu's side in an instant and held her firmly. He was even faster than Ling'er and Fan Yuanshou who were standing next to Song Yushu.
Jiang Siyuan's nervousness startled Dean Fan for a moment, but he had no time to think and quickly grabbed Song Yushu's hand to feel his pulse.
Under Jiang Siyuan's murderous gaze, Dean Fan pondered for a moment and then shook his head. "She just suddenly regained her memory, and her body couldn't handle it. She'll be fine after a short rest."
"Master Fan, will it help if I give you a few injections?" Ling'er also looked worried.
Dean Fan was very pleased and nodded, "Yes, your master does not forget his roots."
Ling'er nodded proudly, "The master not only taught this servant, but also Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter. There are also sisters in the manor who have been taught by the master."
"Where is the bed?" Although Jiang Siyuan missed the feeling of Song Yushu in his arms, he wanted Song Yushu to be more comfortable. He looked at the two people in front of him coldly.
Ling'er quickly led the way, otherwise Lord Jiang Siyuan might kill someone.
Jiang Siyuan carefully placed Song Yushu on the bed. She had less than 200 grams of flesh on her body and her bones were so tight that they could hurt people.
Looking at Jiang Siyuan's attitude towards Song Yushu, Dean Fan finally understood what Jiang Siyuan meant when he said that he was not Song Yushu's person.
This person is obviously someone who admires Song Yushu, but unfortunately, this flower has already been taken and it will not be his turn.
Doctor Fan was still daydreaming and gloating over Jiang Siyuan's misfortune when Jiang Siyuan looked at him coldly and coughed lightly, "Master Fan, it's time for us to report to His Majesty."
"Oh, oh." Dean Fan came back to his senses, gave Ling'er a few instructions and left.
Song Yushu, who fainted, didn't know where she was. Even when she traveled through time, it was only for a moment and she didn't feel anything.
Now Song Yushu seems to be trapped in a huge fog. If she breaks through the fog, she will be able to see a memory that belongs to her.
When she had cleared away all the fog and read through all the memories that seemed like huge halos, she suddenly burst into tears.
This kind of me is really too...
So cool!
Although Song Yushu was the best needleman in the world in his previous life, he was just a scholar after all. Since his godfather passed away, he went from being timid to being at ease, and even had desires and ambitions.
She suddenly wanted to see Lu Zhixing. He was the person she was most deeply connected to in this world...
"Why are you still crying?" A gentle big hand gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Song Yushu's eyes.
Song Yushu opened her eyes, and Lu Zhixing's incredibly beautiful face appeared before her.
Just such a face, to be honest, she would fall in love with it whether she remembered it or not.
She stretched out her hands and said to Lu Zhixing, "I want to hug you."
It's not that she doesn't want to pounce on him, it's just that it's a bit difficult for her to raise her hand now. She really wants to take a deep breath on Lu Zhixing.
Lu Zhixing was stunned for a moment, his slightly upturned eyes filled with joy. He sat on the edge of the bed and bent over, controlling himself so as not to press on Song Yushu, while allowing her to hug him.
Holding the person she loved, Song Yushu's unreal feeling finally became much more real. She took a deep breath, and her nostrils were filled with Lu Zhixing's scent, "Ah Xing."
Song Yushu loves freedom by nature, and her body is weak, so she cannot forcibly restore her memory, so she lost her memory about Lu Zhixing, which made him so anxious to find her for so long.
She could still remember returning to Kyoto when she lost her memory and meeting Lu Zhixing for the first time. He looked so haggard at that time, as if he was about to collapse if he couldn't find herself anymore.
"I'm happy that you're okay." Lu Zhixing touched the back of Song Yushu's head, "It's my fault."
Song Yushu sniffed and said sullenly, "Ah Xing, what if I can't remember it for the rest of my life?"
"As long as you're alive and well, I don't want anything else." Lu Zhixing raised his head and stared at Song Yushu, their noses touching. His eyes were filled with relief. "Memories are just the past. As long as you're still here, the memories will come back."
Seeing Song Yushu with only herself in his eyes, she felt dizzy. She placed her hand on the back of Lu Zhixing's head and pressed him towards her...
After a while, Lu Zhixing raised his head and rescued Song Yushu from suffocation. "Ashu, are you okay?"
Song Yushu didn't even have the energy to shake his head. Beauty really can lead to misleading people!
"No, nothing."
Lu Zhixing quickly sat up and looked at her anxiously, "I'll go call Ling'er."
"It's okay, it's okay, I just need to rest for a while." Song Yushu stopped him and waited until he was no longer dizzy before signaling Lu Zhixing to help him up and half-lying on the bed.
Lu Zhixing finally breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to smooth the hair on Song Yushu's forehead. "You should take good care of yourself. I will take care of the assassination attempt by the Queen Mother."
"She." Song Yushu hesitated, opened his mouth, and finally asked, "She is your grandmother. She has loved you since you were a child. Even if she acquiesced to the Queen and Lin Zong's actions, she didn't really harm your life. What's more, she is your elder."
Lu Zhixing was very calm. "She is my grandmother, yes. It's true that she doted on me when I was a child, but it was all based on self-interest."
"She didn't just fail to stop Mother and Uncle. They sent several waves of assassins. If it weren't for my good luck, I wouldn't be alive today."
Song Yushu was a little surprised. He hadn't told the Queen Mother that she had sent people to kill Lu Zhixing?
"You, how did you know?"
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