When Shi Yi thinks about Xianyu, someone always comes to disturb her.

"Ajiu, don't you recognize me? I'm Weidong, you... you really can't remember me?"

Wei Dong clenched his fists tightly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His eyes were fixed on the person lying on the hospital bed in front of him without blinking, and there was a hint of nervousness and anticipation in his voice that was difficult to conceal.

The person lying on the bed felt panic-stricken.

Of course he knew who the "Xie Jiu" Wei Dong was talking about.

But the problem is, he is not the real Xie Jiu!

Wei Dong asked with such concern and anxiety that she really didn't know how to answer.

If I tell Weidong the truth, will it cause him greater harm?

Xie Jiu... The person on the bed kept having bits and pieces about Xie Jiu emerge in her mind. Those memories seemed to be intertwined like fragments, making her feel extremely confused and lost.

He tried hard to piece together the fragments, but found that they were always missing a key link and could not fully restore the real Xie Jiulai.

At this moment, Wei Dong suddenly reached out his hand and gently stroked the cheek of the person on the bed and said:

"It's okay, Jiu. It's okay if you really forget me. We can start over. As long as you get better..."

The person on the bed was deeply moved by Wei Dong's words, and at the same time his heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

What should he do? Should he continue to play the role of Xie Jiu or confess his true identity?

No matter which path he chooses, it seems that it will cause some degree of harm to Weidong...

At this awkward moment, the door was pushed open again and Master Xuanqing walked in.

He saw that Wei Dong was unfamiliar, "Who are you?"

Wei Dong knew about Taoist Xuan Qing. He heard that the boss had invited him to help. He was said to be a Taoist master who lived in seclusion.

He quickly bowed respectfully to Xuan Qing Zhenren,

"Master Xuanqing, this patient is my friend. Thank you for your help. I will never forget your kindness."

Xuan Qing Zhenren: "No need to be polite. His awakening is also his good fortune. Most things in the world have cause and effect."

Wei Dong didn't quite understand what Master Xuan Qing meant, but he felt relieved when he thought that he was a Taoist priest. After all, Taoist priests' words were always profound and mysterious.

He bowed politely in thanks.

Taoist Xuanqing took out the needle bag and was about to give the patient an acupuncture injection.

Wei Dong very naturally stepped forward to help "Xie Jiu" undress and expose his upper body.

After a while, Master Xuan Qing finished the acupuncture and told Wei Dong to watch while he went to prepare the medicine bags for the medicinal bath and would remove the acupuncture when the time came.

Wei Dong stared at Xie Jiu with his eyes wide open.

Now there are silver needles on his head and chest. He thought that Xie Jiu had slept for so long and now he couldn't move after being pricked with needles. His body must be stiff and uncomfortable.

He brought a round stool, sat beside the bed, and stretched out his hand to massage Xie Jiu's arm bit by bit.

His strength was just right and his movements were skillful; it seemed like this was not the first time he had done something like this.

When Weidong's mother was seriously ill and had difficulty turning over, he tried to give her a massage.

This helps my mother relieve the discomfort caused by lying down for a long time. She will naturally learn how to do it over time.

"Xie Jiu" looked at the person in front of him carefully:

This man named Wei Dong looked quite pleasing to the eye. He was about twenty years old, with a handsome appearance, elegant demeanor, and the air of a scholar.

His face was well-defined, his eyebrows were sharp, his eyes were bright, and his eyes were full of intelligence and determination.

The high nose bridge gives people a feeling of fortitude; the thin lips always have a faint smile, which makes people feel like spring breeze.

His hair was neatly combed, and the breeze blew through the window, causing his hair to flutter gently, adding a touch of unrestrainedness.

"Xie Jiu" his eyes moved from Wei Dong's face all the way down.

Well! He has a slender figure, elegant temperament, and exudes a unique charm in his every move.

He is well-dressed, and his simplicity reveals his extraordinary taste. He must be a person who pays attention to details and has a good quality of life.

Why would such a person care so much about "Xie Jiu", and what is their relationship?

Just as he was about to ask, he met Wei Dong's playful eyes.

Wei Dong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you seen enough? You looked at me so carefully, how come... you really forgot about me? You don't remember me at all?"

Wei Dong expressed his dissatisfaction and put a little more strength into his hands.

"Xie Jiu" couldn't help but move his body, and Wei Dong quickly held him down.

"Don't move, you're being pierced with needles! Blame me! I'm teasing you."

"Xie Jiu" felt: This Wei Dong has a really good temper. Even when he is unhappy, he can still speak to him so gently.

He said to himself:

"Dong... the doctor told me that you have a blood clot in your head and you may have memory confusion.

You would be more than capable of forgetting all about me."

He was obviously somewhat dissatisfied, but he still found a reason to "Xie Jiu".

"You look at me as a stranger because you have forgotten me. But, it's not your fault. It's your head injury!"

While speaking, his hands were diligently loosening the bones of "Xie Jiu".

"Xie Jiu": You forgive me so easily? You are too lenient to Xie Jiu.

He muttered, "I have been holding it in for years. I have always wanted to ask you why you left so suddenly without any news or even a letter."

He raised his head, looked at "Xie Jiu" and said a little aggrievedly:

"Is it so inconvenient for you? You can't even write a letter? My father taught you to read for so many years in vain, right?

You have returned all the characters you learned to my father, right? It's a pity that my father is dead, otherwise he would have hit your hands with a ruler."

"Xie Jiu" thought to himself: Your father is really brave, there are few people in this world who dare to hit my hands.

"Hey! What's the point of telling you all this? You must not remember my father."

He shook his head and laughed at himself.

"Xie Jiu": I don’t even know your father.

"How are you now? You were badly injured and almost died! I wonder what you did in the past?"

"Xie Jiu": It turns out that he didn't know what Xie Jiu had been doing all this time, so...

After massaging Xie Jiu's arms, Wei Dong stood up again and bent over to continue massaging Xie Jiu's legs.

"How could you provoke so many powerful killers? You have no good skin left on your body. You are in great trouble!" Wei Dong said with some heartache.

"Xie Jiu": How do you know I don't have a single piece of good skin?

Could it be that you took advantage of my unconsciousness to see me naked?

Hey! You scoundrel, if I were still not well, I would dig out your eyes.

Humph!

Wei Dong looked at "Xie Jiu's" angry face and poked his cheek with his finger in amusement.

"If your mother knew that you were causing trouble again, she would chase you around the yard and beat you up.

How come you are so capable of such trouble?"

"Xie Jiu" thought to himself: I don't have a mother who can chase me around the yard and beat me.