Mainland Martial Arts

Lin Chaoyao nodded slightly. "That's fine, but only Feng'er knows the details." He turned his gaze to Lin Feng, his eyes filled with anticipation. He hoped that Lin Feng could remember more about what happened back then and resolve the doubts in his heart.

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Lin Feng. Lin Feng was slightly startled. He slowly glanced around at the group, a trace of helplessness on his face. "I'm sorry, I really can't remember." There was a hint of apology in his voice, and he felt deeply guilty about his amnesia. His eyes revealed a hint of disappointment, feeling that he had let everyone down.

Seeing this, Liu Wenjing quickly smiled and said, "It's okay, it's not your fault. We're all happy you're back." Her eyes were full of tenderness, and she gently patted Lin Feng's shoulder, trying to give him some comfort. Her palm was soft and warm, conveying a mother's love.

Lin Chaoyao followed suit, saying, "Yes, Feng'er, let's just let it go." A kind smile appeared on his face, and his tone was full of tolerance. A hint of understanding flashed through his eyes, making Lin Feng feel the care of an elder.

Everyone smiled at each other, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became relaxed. Although Lin Feng's amnesia made everyone feel a little regretful, his return still filled the Lin family with joy. The sun still shone in the hall, enveloping everyone in a warm atmosphere.

"Feng'er, now that you're back, rest well and slowly regain your memory," Lin Dingkun said with concern, his eyes full of fatherly love. There was a hint of hope in his voice, hoping that Lin Feng could recover his memory soon and return to the lively and cheerful boy he used to be.

Lin Feng nodded, a warm feeling in his heart: "Father, I will." There was a hint of determination in his voice, and he was determined to work hard to regain those lost memories.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps shattered the silence. Lin Chaozhi hurried into the courtyard, his forehead beaded with sweat, and strands of hair, soaked with sweat, stuck to his cheeks. Behind him, a vigorous old man followed. Though in his sixties or seventies, he showed no signs of age. He stood straight and walked steadily, carrying a slightly worn medicine box on his back, each step a firm and powerful one. His hair and beard were completely white, as if stained by the frost of time, but his eyes were bright and bright, revealing wisdom and gentleness.

"This is Qingmu City's most famous doctor. I brought him here to treat Feng'er," Lin Chaozhi said breathlessly, his voice a hint of fatigue, yet also a hint of anticipation. His eyes gleamed with hope, as if this doctor held the key to unlocking the mystery of Lin Feng's amnesia.

When Liu Wenjing heard this, tears of excitement welled up in her eyes. She took a few steps forward, held the doctor's arm tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Hurry, hurry, take a look at our Feng'er." Her hands trembled slightly with excitement, which showed the deep worry and concern of a mother for her child.

"Wenjing, how could you be so disrespectful to the gentleman?" Lin Chaoyao's voice was low and gentle, carrying the authority of an elder, yet also tolerant. He frowned slightly and looked at Liu Wenjing, his eyes showing both understanding of her feelings and an emphasis on etiquette.

Liu Wenjing then realized her loss of composure and quickly let go of her hand. A blush appeared on her face. She bowed slightly, performed a solemn salute, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir, I was too anxious." Her voice was full of guilt and her eyes were uneasy, fearing that her behavior would offend the doctor.

The doctor just smiled slightly, and that smile was as warm as the spring breeze, which warmed people's hearts: "Your son is ill, and it is understandable that his parents are worried." His voice was mellow and gentle, like the warm sun in winter, which instantly resolved Liu Wenjing's embarrassment.

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed. However, Liu Wenjing was still a little embarrassed. She lowered her head slightly and twisted her hands together unconsciously.

At this time, Lin Feng stepped forward, clasped his hands together, performed a standard salute, and said sincerely: "Old sir, I'm sorry about my mother's matter." His eyes were full of sincerity and his tone was respectful.

"Nothing, nothing." The doctor waved his hand, still with a kind smile on his face.

Lin Feng slightly turned sideways, made a gesture of invitation, and said humbly: "Old sir, please come this way." His manners were elegant and full of grace.

"Heroes are born young, hahaha! Please!" The doctor laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the courtyard. He had a very good impression of Lin Feng. Although this young man had lost his memory, he was still polite and graceful.

Then, the doctor walked to the stone bench nearby, gently put down the medicine box, and skillfully opened it. Inside the medicine box, various exquisite medical instruments were neatly arranged, each one wiped spotlessly clean and exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.

Lin Feng also walked over slowly and sat down on the stone bench opposite the doctor. There was a hint of nervousness and anticipation in his eyes, and his hands unconsciously rested on his knees, slightly clenched.

The doctor first reached out and gently placed his hand on Lin Feng's left wrist, applying slight pressure with his fingers to feel the pulse. His eyes were focused and serious, his brows slightly furrowed, as if searching for some clue from the subtle pulse. After a moment, he switched to his right hand and took the pulse just as carefully.

After taking his pulse, the doctor gently lifted Lin Feng's chin, facing his eyes toward the sunlight, and carefully observed his pupils. Lin Feng's eyes were clear and bright, yet shone with a hint of confusion. The doctor's gaze searched his eyes, not missing any subtle changes.

The courtyard was completely silent, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze. The Lin family members stood quietly by, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing the doctor.

The old doctor sat in a chair, his expression focused and solemn. His fingers gently rested on Lin Feng's wrist, trying to discern the secret of his amnesia from the subtle beat of his pulse. His brows alternated between furrowing and relaxing, as if he were engaged in a difficult battle with an invisible opponent. After a moment, he gently lifted Lin Feng's chin, holding his eyes to the sunlight, and carefully studied those deep eyes, hoping to find a clue to the past.

Time seemed to have frozen, and everything around became extremely quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the nervous breathing of everyone.

Lin Chaoyao stood aside with his hands behind his back, his eyes revealing deep worry. As the elder of the family, he shoulders the responsibility of the entire family. Now Lin Feng's amnesia makes him feel extremely pressured.