A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Wutong waited anxiously all night, and after dawn, she eagerly saw Dr. Su off at the door and waited impatiently at home.

She wiped the table, mopped the floor, washed clothes... and then wiped the windows, cleaning the kitchen over and over again, but when she checked the time, it wasn't even midnight yet.

Why is time passing so slowly?

Looking at the hands of the wall clock, Wutong really wanted to use her finger to turn it to three o'clock.

She ate something casually at noon, not even caring whether she was full or not. She just stuffed it into her mouth and didn't pay attention to anything else, focusing all her attention on the clock.

a little……

Two points...

Three o'clock...

Arrived!

Wutong jumped up, put on a mask and hat, grabbed her bag, and rushed out the door, hailing a taxi straight to the hospital.

Following Dr. Su's plan, after arriving at the hospital, she registered for an appointment with his specialist. After entering his office, she pulled her mask down slightly and asked in a low voice, "Is it over?"

Dr. Su shook her head, pointed to her large standing wardrobe, and Wutong Mingyi bent down and crawled inside.

Dr. Su looked away, tapped a key on the computer keyboard, and the nurse called in the next patient.

After seeing three patients in a row, Dr. Su paused to rest, walked to the wardrobe, and said softly, "I'm going out to get some water and check if they've finished. You stay inside and don't come out."

"it is good."

Wutong's voice came through the cabinet, as docile as a cat.

Dr. Su not only became interested in Duan Fufeng, but also wondered what kind of man he was that could make her so concerned.

The wardrobe was pitch black, and Wutong could only peek outside through a very narrow gap.

After waiting for a few minutes, Dr. Su returned and quickly walked to the wardrobe, saying, "Come out, I'll take you there!"

Overjoyed, she pushed open the closet door and went out. Dr. Su pulled one of his own white coats from the closet and put it on her, and also gave her a white hat and a white mask.

After all the makeup and disguise, only her eyes were visible, and no one except those who had spent every day with her could recognize her.

"Hurry up while no one's around."

Dr. Su walked briskly forward, with Wutong running behind her. As they passed a corner, Dr. Su suddenly stopped. Just as she was about to ask what was wrong, she heard someone greet her.

"Hey, aren't you going to work today?"

"Go ahead, I'll rest for a bit."

"Oh...who's behind you?"

"The hospital just assigned me an intern, and they're asking me to mentor him for two days."

"Good job."

"Ha ha……"

After some polite exchanges, the man left. Dr. Su wiped the sweat from her brow and told Wutong to continue following him.

With a pounding heart, Dr. Su walked down a corridor and stopped in front of a ward door.

"arrive."

There was a pane of glass in the door. Wutong tiptoed and peered inside, only to see a clean white hospital bed. A person lay under the blanket, their body slightly hunched over.

"Go inside, I'll keep watch outside for you. I'll warn you if anyone passes by."

"it is good."

Wutong pushed open the door to go in, but turned back and called out to him, "Dr. Su."

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

Whether he was being sincere or not, he did help her a lot, and that cannot be denied.

Dr. Su felt a little embarrassed by her earnest gaze, and smiled, saying, "It's nothing, go in quickly, let's hurry up."

Wutong entered the ward and closed the door. When she turned around, her gaze fell directly on the hospital bed.

Duan Fufeng lay there, his skin so white it seemed to blend into the blanket.

His head was wrapped in gauze, and his hair was shaved extremely short, almost making him look like a monk, just like Wenxin.

Wutong walked over lightly and squatted down by the bed. Just as she was about to touch his face, she saw his thick eyelashes tremble and his eyelids lift, revealing a pair of clear and gentle eyes.

"..."

The surprise came too suddenly, and Wutong was so shocked that she couldn't react and stared at him blankly.

He stared at her intently, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at her, carefully scanning every inch of her with his gaze.

Wutong swallowed hard, her breathing rapid.

"Duan...Duan Fufeng, you're awake?"

She waited so long, so long that she was almost about to give up, and he finally woke up!

"Duan Fufeng?" He looked at his hands thoughtfully, then looked up and asked, "Who are you?"

Wutong: "???"

Duan Fufeng looked around, a puzzled expression on his face: "Where is this? Why am I here?"

Wutong stood blankly by the bed, realizing that their guess had come true—Duan Fufeng had indeed lost his memory.

She thought she could accept everything calmly, but when she heard him ask her who she was, she still felt extremely sad.

She risked everything to save him, but he completely forgot about her...

It felt as if someone was cutting her flesh inch by inch with a knife; the pain was intense and persistent.

Duan Fufeng looked at her in confusion and asked again, "Who are you?"

Wutong raised her bloodshot eyes. "I am Wutong."

"Wutong..." Duan Fufeng kept repeating the name to himself, feeling a strange sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember it no matter what.

Wutong knew that this was a rare opportunity and that she shouldn't waste her time; she needed to understand his situation as soon as possible.

How much does he remember, and how much has he forgotten?

Forcibly ignoring the pain in her heart, she took two steps forward, squatted down beside the bed, and whispered, "Duan Fufeng, I've been waiting here for you to wake up. You were injured and unconscious for a long time. Now, can you tell me, do you remember who you are? Do you know where you came from?"

Duan Fufeng seemed completely unguarded around her, and upon hearing this, he carefully recalled the events.

"My name is Duan Fufeng, and I am the King of Southern Xinjiang. My territory is Southern Xinjiang, and my capital is Lingyun Prefecture... This is not Lingyun Prefecture, is it?"

Wutong smiled bitterly, "So you remember everything..."

I just don't remember her.

Why? Was he so disappointed in her that he selectively forgot about her?

Duan Fufeng raised his hand and gently cupped her face. His voice was the same as before, but it sounded like he was talking to a stranger.

"I've told you, shouldn't you tell me too? Who are you, and why are you by my side?"

This was the third time he had asked the question.

Wutong didn't know how to explain. If she told him that they had once had a child, would he think she was crazy?

Dr. Su heard the voices and peeked in to see what was going on. She was surprised to find that Duan Fufeng had woken up so quickly.

Wutong lay motionless on the edge of the bed with her back to him.

Dr. Su walked over and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Duan Fufeng had been on guard since he pushed the door open, and now he adopted a defensive posture, frowning as he asked, "And who are you? What is this place?"

“Duan Fufeng…” Wutong pursed her lips and decided to tell him the truth.

Dr. Su saw through her plan and pulled her aside before she could speak, shaking his head at her.

You shouldn't tell him now.