A smile appeared on her face, but her eyes fell on the blood on her chest: "Are you injured?" His voice was cold.
Bai Zhi hurriedly shook his head: "No, I am not injured. This is not my blood. A Wu and I killed a tiger. This is tiger's blood, not mine."
What? Did she meet the tiger again? Fortunately, there is Wu, otherwise this girl—he didn't dare to think further, and looked at her up and down to make sure that there were no arms, legs, or a piece of meat, and the cold expression on her face had loosened a little.
"I won't go up the mountain without my permission in the future, have you heard?" He resisted the discomfort and yelled at her in a low voice.
Bai Zhi helped him up: "You know, you know, you lie down quickly, don't move anymore."
Hu Feng obediently lay back on the bed and said to Bai Zhi, "I'm thirsty."
Hu Changlin, who was standing at the door, hurried in, "I'll do it, I will do it." He said to Bai Zhi, "Girl Zhi, you go to the meeting, there is me here, you have been tired all day."
Bai Zhi glanced at Hu Feng and saw that he was in good spirits now, and finally felt relieved, so he simply nodded: "Okay, I'll go back to the house and rest." The blood in her body should also be washed away.
After Bai Zhi went back to the house, she took a hot bath and felt much better, so she didn't take the medicine.
After tidying up, I put some medicine on the wound on the arm and wrapped it in circles with gauze. The wound on the calf was disinfected and put on two bandages.
After finishing her work, she went to the front yard again, when the scales and leeches were all dried out.
She took another medicine jar and divided the four herbs of zedoary turmeric, tricornis, leech, and pangolin into three equal parts. First took one part into the medicine jar, decocted it with clean water, and simmered slowly over a low fire. Three bowls After the water was fried into a bowl, the concoction was filtered out and carried into Hu Feng's room.
Hu Feng closed his eyes, and many fragments of memory flashed through his mind constantly. He couldn't put these memory fragments together. He wanted to know more things, but his head was very painful and painful.
"Hu Feng, you wake up, wake up." A familiar voice rang in his ears, pulling him back from the dark quagmire filled with memories.
He opened his eyes, that clean little face was close to him, and those black grape-like eyes were full of eagerness and concern.
His heart is warming, his head doesn't seem to hurt so much, and the memories that can't be retrieved seem to be less important.
Seeing him wake up, she smiled and said, "It's time to take medicine. You have slept long enough to wake up."
There is something in her words, he understands.
Bai Zhi helped him sit up, and he glanced at the bowl of disgusting black concoction on the table, "If I drink this medicine, my memory still can't be restored?"
Bai Zhi smiled and said: "Impossible, I have confidence in my medical skills, and I will definitely recover."
Hu Feng asked: "What if not?"
Bai Zhi didn't understand what he was trying to say, so he simply said: "It must be possible, I guarantee it with my personality."
Hu Feng shook his head: "I don't need personality, but people can consider it."
Bai Zhi looked confused: "What?"
Hu Feng stared at her face, earnestly, attentively, and said one word: "If you can't recover, you have to use your people to pay off the debt."
Pay off debts? When did she owe him a debt? Even if she owes a debt, has she ever said about using herself to repay the debt