Fu Ling felt her heart become cold, she calmed herself down secretly, and comforted Chu Qing and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I'll give you acupuncture first to see if it can relieve the headache."
Chu Qing slumped weakly on the chair. His head no longer hurt as much as before, but there were still waves of stinging pains. He even felt that his eyes were a little blurry, and the things in front of him began to have double images, so he did not notice Fu Ling's slightly dark expression.
Chu Qing's memory has begun to recover. Although he now says that the fragments of memory are very vague and it seems that he has not remembered anything yet, maybe one day all the memories will come back, and then Chu Qing will know that she, Poria, is not actually Not his wife.
Fu Ling opened a drawer and rummaged absently for the acupuncture box, uncontrollably worried in her mind. What would Chu Qing do if he recovered his memory and found out that he had actually been lying to him all along? Will he leave her
Fu Ling didn't dare to think about it anymore. Just imagining it made her feel like her heart was being stabbed so hard that she wanted to cry. But she couldn't show her feelings, lest Chu Qing notice something was wrong. She sniffed, took the acupuncture box she found, and returned to Chu Qing.
"There may be some pain when the needle goes in, so bear with it." Fu Ling helped Chu Qing lie down on the bed and said softly, changing her usual tone of little pepper.
"Don't worry." Chu Qing glanced at the silver needle in Fu Ling's hand, thinking that no matter how painful it was, it wouldn't hurt as much as it did just now. Now that Poria cocos has distracted her attention, those memories that emerged can no longer be found, which relieves the pain a lot. However, when Chu Qing recalls the pain just now, she still has lingering fear and can't help but tremble all over her body.
Poria lit a candle and put the silver needle on the candle flame to burn and disinfect it. She was about to apply the needle on Chu Qing's acupuncture point, but she noticed that Chu Qing's body under her hand was stretched. She thought Chu Qing was a little nervous, so she patted his chest, smiled and comforted him: "Relax, trust my medical skills, everything will be fine."
As he spoke, he gently screwed the silver needle into Chu Qing's scalp. Chu Qing only felt a slight sting and some itching. He couldn't help but raise his hand to scratch it.
Fu Ling turned around and picked up the second needle, just in time to see his hand about to move, and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't move! Even if it's itchy, you have to endure it!"
"Oh, okay." Chu Qing was yelled at unexpectedly and responded aggrievedly.
As expected, Poria's medical skills were not just something to brag about. After three or four injections, Chu Qing felt a warm current on his scalp. The pain just now was miraculously relieved, and he even felt refreshed. After lying in the same position for a long time, Chu Qing wanted to change positions.
"Keep patiently and don't move. It will be over soon." Fu Ling was already pulling out the needles on Chu Qing's head one by one. In order to avoid accidentally hurting him, she had to remind him loudly.
"Fu Ling, I really admire you. My head no longer hurts at all." Chu Qing said in surprise, as if to prove that he was really fine, he shook his head vigorously.
Fu Ling was amused by his appearance, burst out laughing, and said, "Okay, okay, you can rest for a while. I hunted pheasants and hares today, so I can replenish your appetite."
Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something and warned: "You can rest peacefully and stop trying to think of the past. When it's time to recover your memory, you will naturally think of it. Don't force it, it will only cause you pain." "
Indeed, if the time has not come, no matter how hard you try to recall the past, it will only increase the pain, so it is better to look away. Chu Qing nodded and agreed, and Fuling went to cook with peace of mind.