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After staring at the boy for a while, when he was about to tear his clothes, Linglong shifted her gaze to the carved wooden box in his hand.

"Put it down and go rest."

Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

He put the medicine box on the table, took a few steps back, turned around and bent down, cleaned up the broken pottery bowls, put the fallen stool back to its original place, and then left Linglong's room.

I am used to seeing Linglong sleeping, but now I am facing Linglong who has woken up.

Her aura is really strong. This should be the real Linglong.

It’s funny to think about it, he had previously thought Linglong was a monster.

Unexpectedly, this is the real Linglong, otherwise Grandma Wang wouldn't have asked him to give the golden needle to Linglong! ?

If Linglong had a problem, she wouldn't use the golden needle.

But he always felt something was wrong.

She tilted her head, glanced at the door behind her, pursed her lips and walked towards the kitchen.

After the footsteps outside the door faded away, Linglong sat down at the table and reached out to open the sandalwood carved medicine box.

Looking at the neatly stacked bottles and jars in the medicine box.

My eyes were fixed on the familiar handwriting. It was not just the familiarity of this body!

This is the ancient writing that the Mu family in her previous life had to learn.

He moved his eyes and found a bottle of healing mud, picked it up, and opened the stopper.

Looking at the black, muddy substance inside, his brows unconsciously furrowed, and he put it to his nose and sniffed it.

The herbal formula is the most common one for stopping bleeding and removing blood stasis, but it has little effect on burns.

After thinking about it, he took out a burn ointment made in his previous life from the space, found an empty porcelain bottle, scooped all the ointment into the porcelain bottle, and then threw the glass bottle back into the space.

He turned around, pulled out the golden needle stuck in the bed, and put it back into the needle bag from last night.

Just as I finished doing all this, I heard familiar footsteps approaching, followed by a knock on the door.

dong dong...

"Sister Linglong, I got some water, so you can wash up now."

"Enter."

After she finished speaking, Linglong did not stop moving, but lowered her head to organize the medicine bottles and acupuncture kits in the box.

Zi'an brought some water to Linglong and called softly, "Sister Linglong, you can wash up now."

This time Linglong stopped moving, closed the lid of the medicine box, and looked up at the boy. "Leave the water there, go and have a rest. Apply this ointment to the burned area three times a day. Come to me if it's gone."

As she spoke, Linglong handed the prepared ointment to the boy.

Zi'an carefully placed the basin in his hand on the table.

She carefully took the porcelain bottle from Linglong's hand with both hands, "Thank you, Sister Linglong."

Because he was too cautious, Zi'an's fingertips accidentally touched Linglong's back of the hand.

The cold and familiar touch reminded him of the delicate lips.

In an instant, the forehead that was touched by the delicate lips began to feel hot again.

He quickly withdrew his hand and lowered his head to hide his burning cheeks.

Her voice was a little shy: "Sister Linglong, I'm not tired, I don't need to rest. I'll bring you the medicine and go pick some wild vegetables."

After saying this, he turned around, lowered his head and was about to walk out.

As a result, he accidentally hit the pillar with a bang.

Zi'an groaned, covered his forehead with one hand, and ran out.

It's so embarrassing, but it's great that Sister Linglong cares about him.

After thinking about it, he clenched the medicine bottle in his hand.

Linglong's expression did not change at all in response to the boy's confusing behavior.

However, the unconscious movement of her right hand groping for the index finger of her left hand still showed that she was thinking about something at the moment.

Linglong looked at the copper basin on the table and leaned over to look into it.

When she saw that familiar face, her eyes moved slightly.

This face looks exactly like her in her previous life, except that it looks a little more sickly now.

My fingertips touched the small red mole on the left side of my nose bridge. Even the position of the mole was exactly the same.

What about her birthmark?

After thinking about it, she lifted her long hair on the left side with one hand, revealing her fair and fragile neck.

Tilt your head and lightly flick your left earlobe with your fingertips.

When the bright blood-colored lotus birthmark was reflected in the water.

When Linglong saw this, her pupils contracted for a moment.

In the previous life, this five-centimeter lotus birthmark was only a light red, but now it was a glamorous and strange red.

As soon as Zi'an stepped into the house, he saw a stunning scene that he would never forget.

The woman, with a frosty complexion and skin like winter snow, lowered her head and stroked her black hair...

Noticing Zi'an's gaze, Linglong tilted her head, "Zi'an?"

A light voice sounded beside his ears, and Zi'an came back to his senses, his cheeks burning, and he hurriedly walked to Linglong with the medicine in his hand: "Sister Linglong, take the medicine."

Smelling the medicinal scent in the air, Poria cocos, Chinese angelica, licorice... these are all some simple herbs for replenishing qi and blood, which are completely useless for her current body.

Linglong reached out to take the bowl of medicine, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.

Zi'an was amazed at how generous he was in helping Linglong drink the medicine.

Linglong always drank this bitter medicine with an expressionless face.

My eyes were inadvertently attracted by the exquisite, beautiful and slender neck.

The first thought that came to my mind was whether the skin here was also cold.

Zi'an came back to his senses, shocked by his own thoughts.

Then he cursed himself in his heart, wondering how he could become so reckless.

Linglong handed the finished medicine bowl to Zian and said calmly, "Don't boil it next time. This medicine is useless to me."

Zi'an took the bowl, was stunned for a second, and said anxiously: "But..."

When he met Linglong's distant and cold eyes, he swallowed all the words back into his stomach.

Yes, if it was useful, Sister Linglong’s illness would have been cured long ago, why would she have waited until now.

Thinking of this, he replied respectfully: "Yes, Sister Linglong."

"Angel, are you home?"

A strange and artificial male voice broke the coldness of the room.

Linglong retracted her gaze from the boy and said in a calm voice, "Go find yours."

"Yes, Sister Linglong." After saying that, he walked forward, grabbed the edge of the basin, and took the basin out of Linglong's room.

As soon as I walked out of Linglong's room, I saw a masked man pushing the door open and entering.

Seeing the newcomer, Zi'an's attitude suddenly became distant: "Wang Le, why are you here?"

He disliked the visitor from the bottom of his heart.

This person has been getting close to him since he arrived in Taohua Village.

He didn't want to speculate what this person's purpose was.

Just don't draw attention to Sister Linglong.

"Ang'er, I came to pick wild vegetables from the mountains with you."

After hearing this, Zi'an put the basin on the shelf and said, "No need, I know the way." Then he took the medicine bowl and walked towards the kitchen.

Noticing that the footsteps behind him were still following him, Zi'an stopped and tilted his head: "Wang Le, this is my home. Your behavior is very rude."

When Wang Le heard this, his face hidden under the veil twisted for a moment.

But, thinking about the purpose of coming here today, he suppressed the urge to curse.

"Ang'er, I heard that Lingjie has woken up. Is that true?"

Zi'an's steps paused again because of these words, and he turned around.

Her face was already filled with annoyance: "Is it appropriate for you, a married man, to ask a woman who is not married?"

After hearing this, Wang Le was completely embarrassed.