"Actually, there is another reason for going overseas. Those places may have the medicinal materials I need. I want to cure your disease."
No one goes to some the Island overseas all year round. The special geographical location and environment make the plants in those places different from those in the mainland. Some rare herbs are really only found in those places.
In Zhao Jingting's case, it's not just a matter of hypnotizing him and sealing up his confused memories. Over the years, his brain cells and nerves should have been damaged to varying degrees, which is also the reason for his constant headaches.
Therefore, after solving the memory confusion, we have to slowly adjust and repair it later.
Zhao Jingting moved the corner of his mouth, and finally mustered up the courage to ask, "You... why are you so nice to me?"
After she learned about his condition, she was neither afraid nor disgusted, and seemed to have been helping him.
He didn't think there was anything interesting about him.
"When your father was injured, Uncle Ya and I didn't actually do much to help."
Zhao Jingting always feels guilty about this matter.
When they were on the mountain, Uncle Ya failed to help her father stop the bleeding and treat his injuries in time in order to keep an eye on him who was not clear-headed. Later, when he was brought back, his body had been delayed for too long and he had lost too much blood.
"At least you brought him back and didn't let him die in the wild."
As the saying goes, if you want to see the person alive, you will see the corpse if you are dead. If you don't even know whether the person is dead or alive, the original person will probably be even more sad.
And she might have to find a way to find someone.
But Zhao Kingdom is so big, how many people lost in Refugee Group can be found?
Zhao Jingting was a little disappointed. "Is that the reason?"
Is it because of this reason that you treat him so well?
Su Qiao raised his chin, a little arrogant Underground Passage: "If you want to say anything else, then there are only three words. I like it."
"Just do it if you like it, it's that simple."
How come there are so many in the world? Why?
Isn't one 'like' enough?
Zhao Jingting Hearing the word 'like', a blush instantly appeared on his cheeks, and he quickly looked towards the river.
"Ahem, those are five words, not three."
Su Qiao is very willful Underground Passage: "This girl represents the word 'I', so it is still three words, and I will not accept refutation."
"If you say three, then it's three."
"Can I have a sip of wine?" Zhao Jingting held the jar and looked at Su Qiao expectantly.
Su Qiao is speechless.
It's been a long time, but I still remember this.
"Just one sip. If you drink more, you will be dead."
Zhao Jingting quickly promised, "Don't drink too much, just one sip, you can watch."
"Wait."
Su Qiao was still worried in the end.
He took out a Small Bamboo Cup from the cloth bag and placed it on the stone, then took the wine jar from his hand and poured half a cup.
"Hmph, who knows how big your mouth is? Can you drink all the wine in one go?"
"But that's too little, isn't it? There's not a single bite here."
Zhao Jingting picked up Small Bamboo Cup and looked at it, feeling a little like crying.
His mouth is not that small.
Su Qiao plugged the lid of the jar and carefully stuffed it into the gap between the rocks. The outside was blocked with gravel, and finally a big stone was moved over to block the outside.
"Don't want it?"
Su Qiao tried to grab the bamboo cup in his hand, but Zhao Jingting quickly blocked it. "No, no, no, no, yes, I want it."
Saying that, he raised his head and took a sip.
After finishing it, he added his lips to his lips.