Chapter 1187 He fainted
Song Chunxue knew what Master Han meant, and she wasn't so calm.
But on the surface, he appeared perfectly calm and expressionless, as if Master Han's words had not caused any ripples.
She didn't want it to be this way, but that's just how she is.
With a 30-40% chance of success, or even a 90-100% chance, what kind of reaction could she possibly have before Xie Zheng regained his memories?
Hmph, a bunch of grown men, do they really think she's a man?
A woman's heart is unfathomable; she can't even be a little coy and sentimental, especially in front of her former Daoist partner... or someone she's about to become a Daoist partner with?
She took a breath and decided to stop arguing with these clueless men; it would only make her angry.
"When do you plan to treat me, and when will I be able to see the results?" Song Chunxue asked symbolically, lest Master Han think she had done something wrong again.
"Tomorrow," Master Han waved his hand, "I won't make things difficult for you, go and do your work."
"It's not difficult at all. If you plan to stay here for a few more days, I'll have someone make proper arrangements. After all, there aren't many places cooler than here at this time of year."
Master Han nodded, "Then we'll stay for a month."
"Alright, I'll prepare some new bedding for you, and also get two tea stoves." Song Chunxue smiled and turned to leave.
He didn't even glance at Xie Zheng.
Master Han was in distress, and he frowned as he asked his disciple, "How are you feeling right now?"
Xie Zheng's brows were furrowed. After a moment's thought, he replied seriously, "She doesn't seem to expect me to remember her."
“Then you’re wrong. If you remember…” At this point, Master Han suddenly realized, “The point isn’t whether you remember or not, but rather, your feelings… Even if you remember, you might not be the Xie Zheng who once adored her and wanted to hold her in the palm of his hand.”
He suddenly understood why Song Chunxue's face showed no joy, and even some sadness.
Thinking of this, his mood turned cold.
"Fine, then don't ask her anymore."
Xie Zheng didn't speak, but paused for a moment as he stroked the teacup.
*
Upon learning that they would be staying here for a month, Sanwa was very happy and called in more people to speed up the repair process.
Unexpectedly, they finished work on the morning of the fourth day.
The entire county government office has been completely renovated.
The backyard, in particular, looks brand new.
The previously uneven ground is now paved with beautiful carved blue bricks, giving it a refreshing and pleasing appearance.
That day, Tudan ran in from outside and went straight to Song Chunxue's room.
"Uncle-Master, are you inside?"
Song Chunxue was putting on her shoes. "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Uncle-Master, Uncle-Master, Lord Xie... he's fainted," Tu Dan'er said hesitantly, sniffing. "The old doctor said he tried very hard to regain his memory, but... this mental power is too strong, causing him to suffer severe internal injuries. Do you want to go and see him?"
Song Chunxue sat on the stool, her hands unconsciously clenching as she carefully considered what he had just said.
She quickly grabbed a long black coat and said, "Let's go take a look."
Since you can't even remember that person, why be so persistent?
If she can't remember, she can't remember. She's not even worried. Why is he so anxious?
But when she heard that Xie Zheng had fainted due to the intensity of his mental power, Song Chunxue's eyes welled up with tears.
Even without past memories, her personality remains the same as before.
Despite his persistent and meticulous nature, he still retains the heart of a child.
Perhaps they really should sit down and have a proper talk.
If they didn't remember, they didn't remember. It's good that they're cultivating on their own.
The path of ruthlessness is one where memories are gone. If one is burdened by memories, one's cultivation will only be difficult and one's mind will be in turmoil.
When Song Chunxue arrived outside the clinic, she realized that everyone was there.
Sanwa and a few other young men waited anxiously outside the door.
Everyone stood up when they saw her arrive.
"Mother, go and see quickly."
"Master, don't rush, take your time."
"Master Xie is awake now, Mother. No matter what, he's still the same person. Don't be too sad."
Her ears were ringing. It was fine when they didn't talk, but as soon as they started talking, Song Chunxue's heart was filled with turmoil.
She had no expression on her face and went straight to Xie Zheng as she stepped across the threshold.
Xie Zheng lay on the hard, dry bed board, slowly sat up, his face pale, his eyes seemingly too weak to open.
The old doctor fed him a pill, saying, "Don't think about anything, don't force it, sit and rest for a while, and come back after you've recovered."
Master Han and Han Mo both looked at Song Chunxue, but neither of them spoke.
"You all go out. I want to talk to him alone."
Master Han and the old doctor exchanged a glance, then silently left, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.
Xie Zheng sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only a white undergarment that seemed to be soaked through with sweat and was not yet dry.
He lowered his head and looked at his knees, seemingly waiting for Song Chunxue to speak first.
His pale lips were peeling with dead skin, and he looked just as fragile as he had when he was in the army.
They used to be the closest people to each other. Song Chunxue felt a lump in her throat, sat down next to him, and couldn't help but hold his hand.
Before I could say anything, tears suddenly streamed down my face.
One after another, they fell from his chin onto his clothes in an instant.
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