If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

The early morning light fell from the sky, dispersing the mist floating in the air. A cool breeze blew from afar, blowing away the mist. The world was still in a hazy state, and the crisp sound of iron hammering came from the room on the edge of the village.

The sound tinkles and sounds pleasant along with the singing of birds.

On the compacted mud ground, Mu Qiuhe, carrying a small emerald green bag, walked briskly towards the village.

When she passed by the room, she left the mud and walked over. The room was very small, just a separate wooden house with a large window through which she could see the scene inside the house directly. There was only a curtain hanging on the window, which could be opened easily.

Mu Qiuhe walked to the window and gently pushed aside the curtain. A familiar snoring sound was hiding behind the curtain. As soon as she pushed aside the curtain, a calico cat snoring came over.

Looking at the calico cat in front of her, Mu Qiuhe raised her hand and touched it. The soft feeling made her feel very comfortable, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Xiaohua, how have you been lately?"

Mu Qiuhe seemed to be communicating with a familiar friend. She briskly took out the herbs that had been distributed long ago from her small bag and placed them on the table.

After finishing her work, she put both of her small hands on Xiaohua and stroked it attentively. Perhaps because she was already familiar with it, Mu Qiuhe's cat-stroking technique was very superb. Xiaohua was rubbed limply in her hands, and the snoring became louder and louder. In the end, she lay directly on the wooden table and let Mu Qiuhe play with her.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a naked upper body and a dark body walked out of the room. He had no hair and some wrinkles on his face. He looked to be in his forties, almost fifty.

The man had a white towel hanging on his shoulders. The weather in early spring was not very hot, but the man was sweating profusely, as if it was already midsummer.

Seeing Mu Qiuhe coming, he said in a rough voice: "Xiaohe, you are here."

Mu Qiuhe nodded slightly, but her hands did not leave Xiaohua. She rubbed Xiaohua while speaking to the man.

"Uncle Chen, this is your dosage for this week."

Hearing Mu Qiuhe's words, Chen Shi showed a simple smile, and his gaze shifted from Mu Qiuhe to the package on the table. He raised his calloused hand and leaned towards the package.

Mu Qiuhe, who was stroking Xiaohua with her eyes lowered, happened to see his palm. Although she had seen it countless times, it was still shocking. The original palm had long been covered with calluses, as if it had grown a ball of flesh. The palm looked bulging as if it had been swollen several times. The originally brown skin had turned purple-red due to years of blacksmithing. Every blood vessel had bulged out, like a crawling snake, which was chilling.

Looking at his palm, Mu Qiuhe frowned slightly and couldn't help but remind him again.

"Uncle Chen, you can't cure blood fever with just herbs."

"Although my father's prescription is effective, if you continue to work as a blacksmith every day and stay near the scorching furnace, the relief will only get worse."

"At least for the next few days, you should stop doing it. Rest for a while and wait until your fever subsides before making it again."

Hearing Mu Qiuhe's reminder, Chen Shi showed a relieved smile. Although he knew that what Mu Qiuhe said was correct, he still shook his head in the end, and his rough voice sounded again.

"Xiao He, I know that too, but you don't understand. For blacksmiths like us, fever is both a disaster and a blessing. Only by maintaining this state can I forge tools that truly satisfy me."

"It's really my luck to have met your father over the years."

After hearing this, Mu Qiuhe didn't say anything else, but just looked at him with complicated eyes. She had asked her father about this matter a few years ago.

The reason why Chen Shi got hot-blood disease was because he did it on purpose. It could be cured, but it was only delayed.

After all, pyrexia is nothing more than being in a furnace for a long time, being infected by the fire in it, the body temperature rises, and the ability to control the flame also increases accordingly. For a blacksmith, pyrexia is simply a gift from God. Although pyrexia will make their body temperature rise and the body is in a hot state all the time, in this state, the weapons and equipment they forge have a qualitative leap compared to before. Even if it is painful, they will endure this state as much as possible.

But for most people, the state of fever will continue to deplete the body's functions. For the sake of their own lives, even if they suffer from fever, most people will only maintain it for a week, taking this opportunity to use the best condition to create a satisfactory tool.

Chen Shi is obviously not a normal person. Ever since they came to the village and met Chen Shi, he has been in a state of fever. In order to maintain his fever, he would forge some parts every day, and make tools day after day. At this moment, there are countless tools in the small room, and more tools have been moved to his home. I don’t know how many there are. However, there doesn’t seem to be any tool that satisfies him. He seems to be stubborn about something, which makes people confused.

When I met him, he was still very strong. Several years of anemia made him lose a lot of weight. His original hair also fell out due to the anemia. His demeanor was no longer as energetic as before, only the light in his eyes became sharper and sharper.

Knowing that she couldn't persuade him, Mu Qiuhe didn't say anything else. She sighed, lowered her head and continued to stroke Xiaohua.

Mu Qiuhe felt a little better when he saw Xiaohua snoring on his arms.

She gently brushed Xiaohua's hair and murmured, "Xiaohua, you're the one who makes me worry less."

"Tell me what sins I've committed. I have a Yu who loves to tease me, a father who has learned bad habits from Yu, an uncle who's a headache to look at and refuses to change no matter how much I try to persuade him, and now I have a patient who has no memories and only instincts. What's going on? It can't be that the fortune-telling I did before was right. I was born to worry."

As she spoke, she picked up Xiaohua. Mu Qiuhe looked at Chen Shi again. She took a step back, holding Xiaohua in her arms with one hand and waving to Chen Shi with the other.

"Let's go, Uncle Chen. The dosage remains the same. Twice a day is enough. If the effect of the medicine decreases again, then go talk to your father and ask him to prescribe you a new medicine."

Chen Shi, who was behind the door and window, smiled and nodded, "I understand, Xiaohe. Be careful on the road."

"Ok!"

Mu Qiuhe's voice was getting farther and farther away. Chen Shi lowered his eyes and looked at the wooden table. He raised his rough hands to pick up the package, then walked to the depths of the small room. The crisp sound of iron hammering sounded again, and everything was still running as usual.