Unable to communicate with Mao Mao, Yi Yi sighed even more heavily.
For several days now, she has been using various flowers and plants to "predict" whether the man lying in bed will wake up, but most of the time it is "no".
"Next time, we should start with 'I can't wake up today.'" Yi thought for a moment, wondering if there was something wrong with her approach.
She had gradually recovered and woken up five or six days ago under the old shaman's treatment. To her great surprise, this time she woke up without her tail, pointed ears, and nose, and looked exactly like an ordinary person.
Moreover, she had asked the old shaman, and he said that she would probably always look like this, no different from a human.
Compared to Asha, she was clearly much luckier.
Asha abandoned everything, only to mistakenly give her heart to an unworthy man, ultimately paying the price with her life. She was different; she also gave up everything, but her man was truly devoted, with only her in his eyes and heart.
According to the old shaman, she bled a lot after her tail was cut off, and Mu Nanxun carried her and ran as fast as he could, buying her precious time for treatment. Mu Nanxun, on the other hand, was seriously injured due to excessive blood loss. Although his injuries have almost healed, he has not yet woken up from his coma.
"Yi Yi... is counting flower petals again." The old shaman came in from outside, carrying a large pile of herbs that Yi Yi did not recognize.
The old shaman was truly remarkable, able to transform these seemingly insignificant herbs into miraculous cures.
Yi helped the old shaman sort and put away the herbs, a little disappointed on her face.
"Old shaman, why hasn't Mumu woken up yet? Could something have happened to him?"
"Pah, pah, pah... You jinx." The old shaman scoffed. "Don't worry, he'll wake up sooner or later. But he's badly injured, so it won't be a quick recovery. Besides, who am I? Who have I treated ever gotten into trouble? Am I the kind of spirit fox who would ruin my own reputation?"
The old shaman examined Mu Nanxun's injuries and nodded in relief when he saw that he had almost recovered.
Upon hearing this, Yi stuck out her tongue and said embarrassedly, "Hehehe, no, no. The old shaman is the most powerful; there's nothing he can't do."
"Alright, no need to praise me, I know my own strength. But you little girl, this old shaman has to give you a good talking to..." The old shaman was about to give Yi Yi a long lecture.
Yi Yi exclaimed "Ouch!" and pressed her hand to her head.
Old shaman: "What's wrong with you?"
"I...I...I have a headache...I don't know if it's because I didn't sleep well, but my head hurts terribly...I can't listen to people talking, it makes it hurt even more..."
How could such a small trick escape the old witch doctor's eyes?
The old shaman gave Yi Yi a sharp flick on the forehead without any mercy, then turned and slowly walked out. "Alright, alright, getting old just means you're not welcome. I'm leaving, I won't say anything more about you."
"Take care, old shaman, goodbye..." Yi Yi clutched her head, stood on tiptoe, and pretended to have a terrible headache. Only after watching the old shaman walk away did she lower her hand and swagger towards the bed where Mu Nanxun was lying.
She knew what the old shaman was going to say; he would criticize her for being so impulsive as to cut off her own tail, almost losing her life, and so on.
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