Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 428 Xiaoqing is cute

But looking at Murong Jiujiu in his arms, he still looked shocked, with a pair of big apricot-core eyes that were distinct in black and white, and looked at him without blinking, filled with all kinds of doubts and bewilderment.

And that's totally out of the ordinary.

Feng Wushang's jade-like face immediately frowned lightly.

"Homeowner..."

"Mother."

At this time, the surrounding maidservants also faintly sensed that something was wrong, especially Qingyan, because the feeling given to her by the mistress in front of her was completely... not at all the mistress before.

"Mother, how are you?"

"you……"

Murong looked at Qing Yan who was walking towards her for a long time, and uttered a syllable with some difficulty. Although she couldn't remember anything, she seemed to be able to speak the most basic words.

So she tried hard again, and said, "You... who are you? Here, where is it..."

"what?"

At this moment, Qingyan was stunned, looked at Murong Jiujiu helplessly, then turned her head to look at Feng Wushang whose expression was cloudy and uncertain, "Patriarch, here, mistress..."

"Let Dr. Lin come over immediately."

Feng Wushang regained his expression, only to find that Murong Jiujiu in his arms was only wearing a thin nightgown, she was so cold that she burrowed into his arms, and couldn't control it too much.

He sank down and hugged Murong for a long time, and strode towards the bedroom in stride.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, warm air rushed towards her face. Murong Jiujiu, who was already shivering from the cold, immediately felt the long-lost comfort. She raised her head and looked in front of her eyes in bewilderment.

This beautiful man hugged her tightly without saying a word, but carefully put her on the bed and covered him with the quilt.

"you……"

"You really don't remember where this is?"

It was Feng Wushang who opened his mouth first, the voice was deep, but it carried an indescribable comfort and magnetism, which made Murong Jiujiu, whose mind was blank, become somewhat obsessed.

No, if her mind is blank, then the only sliver of color at this moment is this dignified ink dress.

Seeing that Murong Jiujiu stopped talking again, Feng Wushang was slightly speechless, but at least, he could feel that the current Murong Jiujiu didn't seem to reject him at all.

If she was before she fell into a coma, leaning against him at such a close distance, she would definitely be full of vigilance and disgust.

"Patriarch, Dr. Lin is here."

Qingyan came to report in a hurry, and saw Dr. Lin entering the bedroom right after her.

Feng Wushang immediately avoided, allowing Dr. Lin to give Murong Jiujiu his pulse and look into her eyes. Such actions undoubtedly made Murong Jiujiu, who had just woken up, very conflicted.

Out of a kind of instinct, she could only look at Feng Wushang for help, completely like a child who is afraid of injections, with an expression so anxious that she was about to cry, but she couldn't call out his name.

All he knew was that the handsome man who rescued her and took care of her just now would definitely save her.

"Don't be afraid."

Feng Wushang finally lived up to the expected light words.

Murong Jiujiu, who was flustered and frightened, immediately became a little quieter.

At this time, Dr. Lin finished his examination and slowly raised himself up.

Feng Wushang immediately asked: "What happened to her? Why did she seem to be a different person when she woke up, and she didn't remember anything."

"Patriarch, be safe and don't be impatient."

Dr. Lin waved his hand comfortingly, and continued: "The mistress suffered a forehead injury before, and it is not surprising that such a situation appeared after waking up. It is also recorded in ancient books."

"Will the mistress always be like this?" Qingyan couldn't help asking.

Dr. Lin shook her head: "It's not certain, but most likely it's a temporary amnesia. Maybe she will remember some of the past intermittently in a few days, or maybe it will take several months to recover. According to medical books, the longest , It took several years to recover, which is really not accurate."

"That is to say, she doesn't know anything now, and even for her, she doesn't remember the most important things anymore?" Unpredictable.

Doctor Lin nodded, "It should be so."

"Let's all go back."

The Patriarch issued an order, and everyone retreated respectfully. In an instant, a room full of people just now turned into two people sitting and standing one at a time.

Feng Wushang looked at Murong Jiujiu who was on the couch without blinking.

Murong Jiujiu, who was looking directly at him, was at a loss for a while, like a shy little girl, dodging intentionally, but in the end she could only frown in frustration, because she found that no matter how she dodged.

The man looking at her in front of the couch didn't hold back at all. In the end, she blushed unexpectedly.

And although she still doesn't know exactly what happened, at least she now understands that she seems to have forgotten a lot of things, because she feels like she has had a long, long dream.

There was everything in the dream, but after waking up, it strangely turned into a blank.

The more she tried to think clearly, her head began to ache violently.

"When you think about it, don't force yourself."

Feng Wushang saw Murong Jiujiu thinking in pain, and suddenly said something.

Unable to remember, Murong Jiujiu had no choice but to give up, and looked pitifully at the only man in front of the bed, the only man she felt good about, and asked: "Did I forget something...very important thing."

Is it important?
In Feng Wushang's dark and well-understood eyes, a ray of light inexplicably flashed across, and then, a smile with an inexplicable meaning appeared on the corner of his lips.

"It's not very important, it doesn't matter if you can't remember."

Feng Wushang spoke indifferently, and sat down on the edge of Murong Jiujiu's bed with a short body. At this time, his smiling movements and speaking tone were very mellow and elegant.

Murong thought carefully for a long time and was about to speak.

"Hiss..."

Suddenly a familiar voice came.

Murong looked down for a long time, and saw the big green snake crawling back again, she was startled for a moment and let out a loud cry, like a frightened bird, her limbs moved together, and instantly clasped Feng Wushang's waist.

The whole person also got into his arms.

"snake……"

Feng Wushang was also agitated by her sudden movement, and could only passively hug the panicked Murong Jiujiu into his arms, and the other party was even more impolite, wrapping around his neck like an octopus .

He looked down at the innocent Xiaoqing again.

Rao Feng Wushang is very well-trained, but also feels speechless.

As for the person involved, Xiaoqing, if the snake could cry, it would probably have tears in its eyes by now, and the owner doesn’t recognize it anymore, not only did he not recognize it, but he kicked it a meter away just now.

Now it finally climbed into the house, and then came to see the owner, but the owner still didn't recognize it, why is it so sad.

Of course, snakes can't talk.

But the hissing sound was full of the pity of being abandoned infinitely.

But its owner was so frightened that his eyes filled with tears.

After the two confronted each other for two seconds, Feng Wushang finally sighed helplessly, and said with a flick of his sleeves: "Your master is sick, and I can't remember you now, you should go down first, and come back when she is better." .”

Although Xiaoqing doesn't like Feng Wushang very much, he can still understand what he said, so that its master won't have tears in its eyes, it can only twist the snake's body and leave for the time being extremely sad.

(End of this chapter)