Chapter 441 Because I Want to Remember You
Su Jiuyao looked at the person in front of her and asked in disbelief, "Are you... that little beggar?"
Zhong Rufei raised the corner of his lips, "Do you remember?"
"You...how could you..." Su Jiuyao couldn't accept these facts for a moment.
How did the little beggar back then become the nobleman today, Zhong Rufei?
However, recalling some details from that year, Su Jiuyao did guess that Zhong Rufei's identity might not be simple.
In the summer when she was 14 years old, Su Jiuyao returned from the village market. The setting sun was shining on the hillside, creating a golden scene.
She walked along, picking some wild flowers on her way home. While picking flowers on the hillside, she accidentally saw a person lying in the ravine.
At that time, she thought it was a dead man and was so scared that she almost rolled down. But later, after calming down and observing, she found that the man seemed to still be breathing because his chest was still rising and falling. Su Jiuyao immediately slid down the hillside.
The man was dressed in rags, with unkempt hair and a dirty face, looking like a beggar. At that time, she didn't have a mobile phone and there was no passerby who could help her, so she carried him on her back and, after a lot of effort, finally brought him back to Mingchan Temple.
After returning, Su Jiuyao wanted to ask the monks from Mingchan Temple for help.
But the little beggar held her back and said, "Someone is trying to harm me. Don't go and call for help."
Su Jiuyao then realized that he was not an ordinary beggar, and that she could not make public the fact that she had saved him.
Although she was a little worried about getting into trouble, Su Jiuyao couldn't just stand by and watch someone die.
She first fed the little beggar some soup and water, then cut off his dirty and blood-stained clothes and checked his injuries, which were caused by beatings and falls into the valley.
At that time, Su Jiuyao had just started learning medicine from the young master. She was a complete novice and did not dare to prescribe medicine rashly. She only cleaned the wound and bandaged it simply, and then waited for the young master to come in the evening to show this person.
Later, the young master came and helped him treat his injuries. Because the young master could not come every day, he taught Jiuyao the subsequent treatment methods. In a sense, he was Jiuyao's first patient.
The little beggar was not as dirty as before, and his health was gradually recovering, but he hardly spoke. Most of the time he sat silently at the window, looking outside, not knowing what he was thinking.
However, the young master had several long talks with him, but he always avoided Su Jiuyao.
The young master told her that the little beggar had been subjected to inhuman torture and later escaped, only to become a beggar. After a while, when his injuries were healed, the young master would personally send him away.
The young master didn't say much, and Jiuyao didn't ask many questions. She just treated the little beggar as her own patient, taking good care of him and practicing her medical skills.
The most terrifying thing about the little beggar was the scar on his chest, which looked like it was burned by something.
Although the wound has healed, the pain seems to be indelible.
Every time I accidentally touched his chest, he would feel very painful, like a conditioned reflex.
Before the little beggar left, he told her that the scar was a mark burned by the bottom of a red-hot pot, which was his best friend.
Before leaving, the little beggar knew that Jiuyao could paint, so he said, "Why don't you paint a picture on my scar?"
Su Jiuyao asked him, what are you painting?
He said, let’s just paint the mountain in front.
Jiuyao is good at ink painting, but the ink obviously won’t stay on a person’s body for too long, so the little beggar asked her to paint with a ballpoint pen.
So Su Jiuyao used a ballpoint pen to draw the mountain in front of the cottage where she lived on his chest.
Therefore, when Su Jiuyao saw the painting on his body, she was filled with emotion, because she did not expect to meet him again, and she did not expect that the little beggar back then was the Young Master Zhong in front of her.
She couldn't help but look at his face carefully again, "You're all healed now!"
When he left, there was still a scar on his face that had not healed and was a little inflamed. Su Jiuyao was very worried about it, but now it seems that the scar has healed and there is almost no trace left.
"All is well."
Zhong Rufei buttoned up his shirt. "Actually, the wound on your chest could be repaired through skin grafting or something like that, but I didn't do that. I used your painting as a tattoo to cover it up because I wanted to remember you."
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