"Actually, there's another reason I want to go overseas. Those places may have the medicinal herbs I need. I want to cure your illness."
Some small islands overseas had gone untouched for years. Their unique geography and environment meant their plants differed from those on the mainland, and some rare medicinal herbs truly grew only in those places.
Zhao Jingting's condition wasn't something that could be resolved simply by hypnotizing him and sealing away his jumbled memories. After so many years, his brain cells and nerves had likely suffered varying degrees of damage. That was also why his head hurt so often.
So after resolving the matter of his scrambled memories, he would still need to slowly recuperate and repair the damage.
The corner of Zhao Jingting's mouth twitched. In the end, he mustered his courage and asked, "You... why are you so good to me?"
After learning about his condition, she hadn't been afraid or disgusted. It seemed she had been helping him all along.
He didn't think there was anything about him worth coveting.
"When your father was injured, Uncle Ya and I actually didn't do much to help."
Zhao Jingting had always felt guilty about this.
Back then, on the mountain, Uncle Ya had been watching over him while he was out of his mind, so he hadn't stopped the bleeding or treated her father's wounds in time. By the time he was brought back later, his condition had been left unattended for too long, and he had lost too much blood.
"At least you brought him back. You didn't let him die out in the wilderness."
As the saying went, one had to see the person alive or see the corpse dead. If she hadn't even known whether he was alive or dead, the original owner