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Perhaps it wasn't because he wasn't used to being looked at so openly by a woman, Murong Mingzhu struggled a bit and tried to break away from Wen Jingrong's grasp on his hands.

At the same time, she realized that her actions had been inappropriate and followed his instructions before letting go. Ye Zichen didn't think that his body was so weak. The moment he let go of Ye Zichen, Ye Zichen immediately fell backwards. Wen Jingrong immediately stretched out her hand to catch it, but he subconsciously pushed her back. Wen Jingrong quickly reached out her hand to catch it, but he subconsciously pushed her away.

When Murong Mingzhu fell down, he hit a rock and fainted. In the instant before he closed his eyes, there was a look of panic and shock on his face. Actually, he knew that the other party did not have any bad intentions. It was just that the habit he had developed over the years made him instinctively push away the other party's hand.

Wen Jingrong had originally planned to bring him back to her home, but now that he had fallen unconscious again, she couldn't bear to leave him here like this. She grabbed Murong Mingzhu and carried him on her shoulder, then picked up today's harvest with one hand and walked towards her own home. It was fortunate that she was strong. Otherwise, with so many items and a living person, it would be a huge problem for her to get home.

After returning to the cabin, Wen Jingrong briefly explained the situation to Niu Dabao before grabbing the several hundred coppers she had earned from selling the pork and mountain today and headed down the mountain to find Doctor Niu. That person hadn't fainted earlier or later, but had fallen unconscious in front of her when she had money … Sigh, even though Wen Jingrong's heart ached for the money that had yet to heat up, she quickly found Doctor Niu and even helped him carry the medicine box. She hurriedly urged him to run to the top of the mountain.

After all, Doctor Niu was getting on in years. After walking for a while, he was tired and out of breath. At this moment, Wen Jingrong started to worry that if someone died in her house, they would not be able to say anything. Anxious, Han Li no longer cared about respecting the elderly and young. He picked up Doctor Niu and flung him over his shoulder, rushing up the mountainside like the wind. He shook Doctor Niu so much that his old bones were about to break apart.

At first, he was full of energy as he taught Wen Jingrong a lesson. Fortunately, he was old, otherwise, a girl like him would carry a man all over the place. Wen Jingrong, who had been scolded, was silent. It was as if she had accidentally carried two men with her today. However, she didn't dare talk back to the old man. She waited until he had scolded her before serving him a cup of cold tea. She respectfully showed him the patient who was lying on the bed.

Although Doctor Niu was a village doctor, his family's Niu Village was passed down from generation to generation. His medical skills were passable within the ten miles of the village, and normally, there were quite a few people from Qing Shi Town who would specially take a carriage to the Niu Village to look for him. Therefore, the first person Wen Jingrong thought of was him.

After touching his pulse for two minutes, Doctor Niu finally gave the two siblings a relief. "It's nothing serious. It's just that it's summer. Even though I've been soaking in water for a long time, I still need to get two doses of cold water to get rid of the moisture and eat first. The bruise on the back of his head appears to be very serious, since you have to rub this bottle of medicinal oil on his head a few times a day.

Knowing that the siblings were not very well-off, Doctor Niu did not ask them about the cost of visiting the hospital, but only asked them for some money for herbs. Niu Dabao was the smart one. He wrapped a piece of pork and hung it on the medicine box.

He knew that these siblings were very strong. He also knew that Niu Xiaobao had managed to get the wild boar to sell pork in the village. Thus, he accepted their kind intentions, left behind a few bags of medicinal herbs, and left.

Since there was a new patient at home, he couldn't make dinner anymore. He had to take care of his medicine first. "The siblings lit a fire and a decoction, simmering slowly. When the three bowls of water finally boiled into a bowl of water, Murong Mingzhu, who was lying on the bed, was awoken by the smell of Chinese medicine.

"Brother, he seems to have woken up." Wen Jingrong said happily as she noticed the commotion at the other end of the room.

Niu Dabao smiled slightly. The fire had dyed his cheeks red, making him look less pale, "Bring the medicine out first. It will take a while before you can drink it."

Wen Jingrong did as she was told and walked to the bedside to check on Murong Mingzhu's condition.

"How are you? Are you alright?"

Wen Jingrong was sensitive to the fact that his gaze seemed to be different from before, as if the well had already been sucked dry, revealing the rocks underneath.

"Who are you, where are you staying, and where should I go to inform your family?" she continued.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Murong Mingzhu's face. He pursed his lips and shook his head. He couldn't remember who he was or where his family lived, and he felt a surge of panic. Although he had forgotten some things, he still had a vague impression of who he was. For example, when he woke up, he was sure that this wasn't his place. He had never seen these two people before, but he had no impression of anything else regarding his identity.

Alright, now that she had met with such a wretched situation, Wen Jingrong calmly accepted her loss of memory as well.

"Since you can't remember, you should stay at my house to recuperate first. However, let's talk first. You've seen the situation of our family, they are so poor." "When you recover from your injuries and are able to leave, you can leave by yourself." Although he looked pretty good, but he couldn't be used as a meal. Before she had finished warming up, this handsome guy was like an extra meal to her, and she also needed to collect more food's burden.

Murong Mingzhu did not say anything. When Wen Jingrong passed him the cold medicinal soup, he noticed the gap in the bowl the first time. Murong Mingzhu did not say anything, when Wen Jingrong handed him the cold medicinal soup, he noticed the gap in the bowl.

Instinctively, he pushed the broken bowl away and turned his head away, refusing to drink. Wen Jingrong used to hate people who lost their temper the most. After coming here, she added a prefix to it, "Wasted food." Now that Murong Mingzhu had violated both his taboos, her stubborn temper also came up when she got angry.

Before he could react, Wen Jingrong had grabbed his jaw with one hand and forced his mouth open with the other, pouring a bowl into his mouth with the other. In the end, she still didn't finish the pill. She stopped after taking a mouthful and waited for him to swallow it before taking a second bite.

Murong Mingzhu's first reaction was to scold her for being bold, but he ended up being fed a mouthful of hot soup, almost choking and coughing a few times. Even his eyes were glistening from the water, because the second mouthful made her anxious, and the medicine that she didn't have time to swallow flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Murong Mingzhu had never been this embarrassed before in his life and was getting more and more angry. Unfortunately, he couldn't get rid of Wen Jingrong's "small hands" that were like pincers. He could only endure his grief and drink the damned medicine one mouthful at a time.

When he took the last bite, he kept it in his mouth instead of swallowing it. When Wen Jingrong released her hand, he purposely sprayed her face. Seeing that the other party was giving him the same sorry state, he smiled complacently.

Overflowing Colors... She had originally thought that he would be beautiful enough when he wasn't smiling. She hadn't expected that when he was smiling, he would be even more beautiful than ever.

At this moment, Wen Jingrong's hair was still dripping with water. Originally, she was very angry to be toyed with in such a manner, but facing this beautiful face in front of her, the anger in her heart inexplicably disappeared.

He was still just a child, but he was still sick. Wen Jingrong, who had a sixteen-year-old body, looked at Murong Mingzhu, who was already in his twenties, and said this with tolerance.