Seeing that he didn't say anything, Su Qiao understood.
"So you know it?"
After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Jingting rubbed his forehead helplessly and said, "It happens from time to time even if you don't drink. It has nothing to do with drinking."
Of course, after drinking, the changes become more frequent.
If you don't drink, you can stay sober longer.
"It will be like that anyway, so what does it matter whether I eat it or not?" Zhao Jingting muttered to himself.
Su Qiao was close by and heard it with sharp ears.
She said seriously, "Of course it does."
"Who are you? Where is this place? Who are the people around you? Don't you know?"
"Do you know that once your identity is exposed, you will be cut into pieces by those people outside?"
"And there's Li Bingyi. He hates your Zhao family to the core. The old emperor killed his father and dozens of his family members. He wants to eat your flesh and drink your blood."
"Think about it, if you fall into his hands, will you still have a chance to survive? Forget about surviving. I don't think you will die easily. I will torture you in every way before letting you die."
Zhao Jingting looked stunned: "You...how do you know my identity?"
Except for the temple master and the mute uncle beside him, even the Taoist priests practicing in the temple don't know his true identity.
He and Uncle Ya have been in this team for so many days, but they have never talked about this matter.
She shouldn't have known.
"Don't worry about how I know this. What you need to do now is to try to stay awake and not let other identities and roles take away your subjective consciousness."
What do doctors fear most? Patients not cooperating during treatment.
At the moment, Su Qiao is facing such a situation.
She was thinking of various ways to keep him awake as much as possible so as to slowly cure his illness. However, she didn't even want to cure him and allowed his illness to continue to develop for the sake of her own sexual desires.
Zhao Jingting was silent for a while, and looked at her steadily with his dark eyes: "You... aren't you afraid?"
In fact, he had wanted to ask her this question since he first woke up by the river.
However, he was too embarrassed to face her at that time, so he ran away.
Su Qiao glanced at him and said confidently, "What am I afraid of? You can't beat me."
"I will find a way to cure your illness. When the time is right, we will leave here."
With her medicine for treating brain damage, hypnosis, and 444 helping him seal some of his memories, Su Qiao is 70 to 80 percent sure that he can restore him to normal.
However, this place is not the best time for treatment.
Moreover, the treatment prescription that Su Qiao came up with was still missing a lot of medicinal ingredients.
“It’s incurable.”
Zhao Jingting shook his head slowly, his eyes calm and without any ripples, as if he had already accepted this fact.
"It doesn't matter whether you die or not."
Anyway, he has lived for so many years and has lived enough.
The most important thing is that there is no point in living. He has been living in a daze for so many years, and no one has cared about his life or death except his uncle and the deceased master of the temple.
In fact, he sometimes felt that it would be better to die early so as not to drag down his uncle and cause him trouble.
Looking at the man's eyes, which were as haggard and lifeless as those of a sixty-year-old man, Su Qiao felt a little distressed.
"Don't talk about whether you will die or not. There is no disease that I can't cure. I am a miracle doctor. Do you understand?"
"Also, you and I are now on the same page. In the eyes of outsiders, I am your wife. Don't expose your identity and implicate me."