A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

After digesting the information in the space for a long time, Song Zhili finally got up, slipped out of the space, and went to Song Ziyuan's room with silver needles in her hand.

As soon as she arrived, she saw Song Ziyuan slowly walking while holding onto the table and chairs.

Song Ziyuan also saw her coming over, and slowly walked to the table, pulled out a chair for Song Zhili to sit down.

"Second brother, how are you? Does your leg still hurt when you walk?"

Song Zhili came over and first asked about the condition of his leg. Seeing that he shook his head, she then placed the silver needles on the table and pointed to the chair next to him.

"Second brother, don't stand there. Come and sit down. I have something I want to tell you."

Song Ziyuan didn't know what Song Zhili wanted to say to him, but he still obediently went over and sat down next to her.

"Second brother, when I examined you earlier, I found that you had also suffered a brain injury. Now there is a blood clot in your brain, and you may have forgotten some things."

"I can use silver needles to remove the blood clot in your brain. You should then remember how you fell off the cliff and got injured. Second brother, sit still. I'm going to stick needles into your head in a moment."

Upon hearing Song Zhili's words, Song Ziyuan sat obediently in the chair without moving, letting Song Zhili do as she pleased.

Song Zhili focused intently on inserting silver needles one by one into his head. Before she knew it, time had passed quickly, and it was already noon.

Hu Cuicui came over to call the two of them to eat, but when she saw Song Zhili giving Song Ziyuan acupuncture in the head, she shut her mouth, left, and didn't let anyone disturb them.

After about half an hour, Song Zhili, seeing that it was about time, removed all the silver needles from his head.

"Second brother, let's go have dinner together. I need to give you another acupuncture in the head tomorrow and the day after, and the blood clots in your brain will be cleared up."

Song Ziyuan nodded and went to the kitchen with Song Zhili to have lunch.

After lunch, Song Zhili sat in the courtyard, resting her chin on her hands, staring blankly at the house.

She was thinking that she had quite a bit of silver on her now, so maybe she could rebuild a house, but she didn't know how much silver it would cost to build a slightly larger house.

With this in mind, she decided to take some time to go to town and ask the carpenter she had met before.

Two more days passed in the blink of an eye. During these two days, Song Zhili was giving Song Ziyuan acupuncture in the brain. Hu Cuicui and the others also learned that Song Ziyuan had a blood clot in his brain, and they were all very worried about him.

That evening, after Song Zhili finished giving Song Ziyuan acupuncture, a group of people gathered in Song Ziyuan's room, watching him nervously.

"Second brother, do you feel anything else in your head? Does it hurt? And do you remember how you fell off the cliff?"

As soon as Hu Cuicui saw Song Zhili put away the silver needles, she couldn't wait to ask.

When the others heard Hu Cuicui ask this question, they all looked nervously at Song Ziyuan, waiting for his answer.

Song Ziyuan shook his head. He tried to recall the scene that day, but he couldn't remember anything.

Hu Cuicui was somewhat disappointed to see Song Ziyuan shake his head, and then she looked at Song Zhili with a puzzled expression.

"Da Ya, is the blood clot in your second brother's brain gone now? If he still doesn't remember what happened that day, does that mean he won't remember it at all in the future?"

Song Zhili didn't speak, but stepped forward to take Song Ziyuan's pulse. His pulse was very steady, and there were no other problems.

She was quite certain that her medical skills had removed the blood clot in his brain, but he didn't remember what had happened before, and Song Zhili couldn't do anything about it.

"Mother, the blood clot in Second Brother's brain has been cleared, but I'm not sure when his memory will return. Maybe he'll never recover, or maybe he'll remember in a few days."

"Hehe, it's alright. As long as the second brother is healthy and free from illness, it doesn't matter whether he remembers those things or not. Second brother, don't think too much about it."

Fearing that Song Ziyuan might overthink things, Song Dashan also stepped forward to comfort him.

Besides, in their minds, they felt that Song Ziyuan had accidentally fallen, and it didn't matter whether he remembered it or not.

Song Ziyuan nodded. His thoughts were the same as theirs. If his leg could be healed, he could continue to study at the academy. Whether he could remember his previous memories or not was no longer important.

Seeing this, Song Zhili didn't know what to say. She could only leave it to fate and see if Song Ziyuan would remember this matter in the future.

However, regardless of whether he remembers it or not, if she runs into Gu Changqing in the future, she will definitely help him get revenge.

After tidying up the silver needles, Song Zhili left Song Ziyuan's room and returned to her own.

Hu Cuicui and the others only stayed in Song Ziyuan's room for a short while before dispersing and returning to their own rooms.

As usual, Song Zhili watched TV in her space for a while that evening. Around nine or ten o'clock, she came out of the space and planned to go to bed.

She went out and lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep. But in the middle of the night, she suddenly heard a rustling sound outside.

She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed. She glanced at the time on her computer; it was a little past two in the morning.

Just then, she heard faint footsteps outside the courtyard. The sound was so faint that she probably wouldn't have heard it if it weren't for the quiet of the middle of the night.

She immediately became alert and then slipped into the space. At the same time, she wondered if He Chengjing had been attacked again like last time and had come to her for help.

With that thought in mind, she went to the living room, found the remote control, and brought up the surveillance footage.

She then saw a person dressed in black sneakily approaching their courtyard, and the person in black was holding something in their hand, which Song Zhili couldn't see very clearly.

The man in black wasn't very tall. Song Zhili was certain he wasn't He Chengjing, but for the moment she couldn't figure out who he was or what he wanted.

So Song Zhili wasn't in a hurry to go out, but instead sat on the sofa and watched that person's every move.

Until she saw the person approach, Song Zhili noticed that the person's face was covered by a mask, making it impossible to see his appearance.

She saw the man walk straight into her house, then he went to the window, poked a hole in the window paper with something in his hand, and blew some smoke inside.

Song Zhili suddenly realized that this person was after her, and the smoke he blew into the room was probably a sleeping potion.

Seeing that the man had taken out a dagger from his waist and was about to pry open the bolt on her door, Song Zhili quickly ran upstairs and grabbed a stun gun.

Then he left the space and hid behind the door, waiting for the person to walk right into his trap.