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He looked up at Lin Xuejin and continued, "However, his condition might really be as Old Man Tie said. Strong alcohol is harmful to his body and has affected his memory."

Lin Mo, who was standing aside, although his heart was in turmoil, he tried hard to maintain an ignorant appearance on the surface.

Lin Xuejin's expression changed slightly, and he felt a surge of regret. "It was all our fault for not keeping an eye on him."

"Mr. Song, what should we do now? Do you have any way to help Sanlang recover his memory?" Lin Xueqin asked anxiously, his eyes full of trust and expectation for Mr. Song.

Elder Song pondered for a moment and said slowly, "I've encountered patients who have lost their memories before. Taking them to familiar places and spending time with old acquaintances may help evoke their memories and help restore their memory."

"What if Sanlang can't remember it, will it affect him in the future?" Lin Xuejin's worry surged in his mind again.

Elder Song comforted him, "The child is fine and still young. Even if he can't remember it for the time being, it won't have much impact on his future life."

"Okay, we understand. Thank you, Mr. Song." Lin Xueqin and Lin Xuejin hurriedly expressed their gratitude.

At this moment, Lin Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but on the surface he still tried to maintain his ignorance, fearing that his disguise would be exposed. He secretly glanced at Song Lao, and seeing that he didn't notice, he felt a little relieved.

"Also, I'll prescribe a few more medicines for the child to boil and take. Although they may not directly restore his memory, they are always beneficial to his physical recovery." Old Song said as he picked up the pen to write the prescription.

Lin Xuejin and Lin Xueqin took the prescription and thanked Mr. Song again: "Thank you, Mr. Song." After that, Lin Xueqin paid the consultation fee and carefully put away the prescription.

Before leaving the pharmacy, they specifically asked the clerk about the precautions for decocting the medicine. In a short while, the waiter quickly prepared the medicine according to the prescription, carefully wrapped it in oil paper and handed it to them.

After taking the medicine bag, Lin Xueqin and Lin Xuejin calmed down a little, but their eyes were still full of worry about Lin Mo.

They held Lin Mo's hand carefully, fearing that he would get bumped or hurt, and the three of them slowly walked out of the pharmacy.

The sun was shining brightly outside and the breeze was not dry, but Lin Xuejin and Lin Xueqin felt a little heavy-hearted.

Lin Xuebo, who was waiting outside, saw the three people coming out and quickly waved and greeted them, "Big brother, second brother, come this way."

When the three of them approached, Lin Xuebo couldn't wait to ask, "Big brother, second brother, how is Sanlang? Is he okay?"

Lin Xueqin sighed softly and told Lin Xuebao about Lin Mo's situation truthfully.

Lin Xuejin stood aside, his brow furrowed. Seeing this, Lin Xuebo hurried forward, gently patted Lin Xuejin on the shoulder, and said in a gentle and comforting tone, "Second brother, you have to believe that Sanlang is a lucky man, and he will definitely get better. Come, drink some water first to moisten your throat."

As he spoke, Lin Xuebao turned around and took down a few wooden bowls from the donkey cart, carefully arranged them one by one, then scooped out clear water from a pottery jar beside him and distributed it to everyone with swift movements.

"You've been busy all morning and haven't had time to drink a sip of water. Hurry and drink some water." Lin Xuebao said as he handed the bowl to them.

He took out one of the bowls and fed it to Lin Mo. Lin Mo was already choking with thirst, so he hugged the bowl and drank a few big gulps, as if he wanted to completely absorb the cool, sweet liquid into his body and relieve his thirst and fatigue.

Lin Xueqian and Lin Xuejin took the bowl and took a few sips of the water. The cool, sweet feeling instantly soothed their dry throats. The crisp water flowed down their throats, washing away the dryness and fatigue of the morning. The cool, sweet feeling made them look relieved.

Lin Xuebao carefully took out the melon and flatbread he had prepared that morning from a cloth bag beside the donkey cart and handed them to Lin Xueqian, Lin Xuejin, and Lin Mo one by one. The melon exuded an alluring sweet aroma, while the flatbread had a simple, unpretentious fragrance that made people want to taste it.

"Let's eat something to fill our stomachs first." Lin Xuebao said as he turned and walked towards the donkey cart and started feeding the donkeys with grass.

Seeing this, Lin Xueqian quickly called out to Lin Xuebao, "Third brother, come and eat with us. It won't be too late to feed the donkey later."

Lin Xuebao turned around and smiled, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, big brother, you guys eat first. It won't be too late to eat with you after I finish feeding the donkey." After that, he continued to work.

While eating the melon, Lin Xuejin suddenly remembered something. He looked up and asked Lin Xueqian, "Brother, shall we go back after we finish eating?

Lin Xueqian raised his head slightly, his gaze passing over the glaring sunlight. The sun was high in the sky, at 1:30 PM, and the heat was unbearable. He thought to himself, "The sun is blazing brightly now. I need to rest for a while and wait for it to set slightly lower before returning." So, he whispered to Lin Xuebao, "It's about 1:30 PM now, and the sun is blazing. Let's stop eating and wait for half an hour until the sun sets. It won't be too late to set off again."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuejin nodded slightly to show his agreement, and a trace of admiration and trust for his brother flashed in his eyes.

Lin Mo sat nearby, nibbling on a pancake tightly in his hand, his eyes flickering with complex thoughts. He listened to their conversation while silently calculating. In this strange world, if he wanted to survive, he had to nail himself to the pillar of amnesia, preferably never to recover.

Lin Mo secretly made up his mind that he would make "amnesia" his permanent identity label no matter what, to dispel the doubts of everyone in the Lin family. As long as he could get away with it, his chances of surviving in this world would be greatly increased.

He kept formulating one plan after another in his mind, carefully considering every detail. He imagined how he would cleverly conceal his true identity, how he would present the proper image of "San Lang" to the Lin family, and how he would quietly inquire about all kinds of information about the world.

At the same time, Lin Mo also began to plan his own steps. He understood that if he wanted to survive in this world, he must first understand the rules and order of this world.

The first step was to start with the daily life of the Lin family, gradually becoming familiar with their habits and rules. Then, I would gradually expand my scope of activities, encountering more people and things, so as to better understand the world. It would be even better if I could find a way to return.

As time passed, the sun gradually set and the sunlight became softer.

Seeing that the time had come, Lin Xueqian called out to the two people who were dozing off, "It's getting late. We should pack our bags and prepare to go home."

Upon hearing the sound, Lin Xuejin and Lin Xuebao quickly stood up, packed their bags skillfully, and put the donkey cart in order.

Lin Xuebao jumped onto the donkey cart with nimble agility, and drove it skillfully, slowly heading towards home along the familiar path.

The wheels rolled over the dust, making a rustling sound, which intertwined with the occasional bird calls in the distance to form a melody of homecoming.

Lin Mo sat on the edge of the donkey cart, and as the wheels slowly rolled, his body swayed slightly.

His gaze passed over the scene before him and into the distant and vague distance. His heart was like a surging tide, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

Lin Mo predicted what would happen next and how he would respond, and he rehearsed it over and over again in his mind.