Ye Fanxing greeted Lian Qiao and then returned to the military training group.
Although Huo Dongfang was the chief instructor of the military training, Ye Fanxing did not pretend to be sick or slack off because of it. She was even more serious than anyone else and held herself to a higher standard.
She is not afraid of hardship or fatigue; she is only afraid that she is not doing well enough.
After a full day of training, Ye Fanxing rushed to the infirmary immediately.
As soon as Lian Qiao saw Ye Fanxing running towards the infirmary, she slowly got up and walked to Ye Fanxing's side.
"Follow me!"
Lian Qiao led Ye Fanxing to her small house.
Pushing open the courtyard gate, one finds a lush and verdant medicinal herb garden.
Do you know each other?
"Ophiopogon japonicus, Eucommia ulmoides, Perilla frutescens..."
Before transmigrating into the book, Ye Fanxing had never been exposed to traditional Chinese medicine.
All of her current knowledge comes from medical books.
Lianqiao then tested Ye Fanxing on the effects of each herb, and Ye Fanxing answered fluently.
"sit."
Ye Fanxing sat on the bench, her gaze involuntarily falling on the set of picture frames on the wall.
Inside the picture frame, there were some photos, all of them black and white.
Perhaps due to their age, these black and white photos all show signs of wear and tear.
Ye Fanxing's gaze fell on a photo of a baby. She slowly stood up, wanting to get closer and take a better look.
What are you looking at?
Lian Qiao saw Ye Fanxing looking at the photos in the frame. Most of the photos in the frame were taken after she lost her memory.
Only one photo of a baby shaking a rattle drum has always been there.
"I feel like I've seen this photo somewhere before!"
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