Feeling the weak breathing, the old medicine farmer let out a long breath of relief.
However, when I saw this beautiful woman, her face was pale and her breathing was weak.
The herb collector knew that if he was not treated in time, this fairy-like person would surely die here.
So he gritted his teeth secretly and carefully took out his biggest harvest these days, a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum from his arms.
This thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum was originally planned to be sold to a drug dealer and the money earned would be used as a dowry for his daughter.
But saving people is the most important thing now, and the herb collectors can't care about anything else.
He took out the clay pot he had brought with him to make soup in the wild, propped up the rocks, lit a fire, mixed the mountain spring water with a few other warm herbs, and stewed the thousand-year-old Ganoderma into a small bowl.
Soup.
Then feed it to Fujiwara Shoko little by little.
Feeling that Fujiwara Shoko's breathing gradually stabilized, the herb collector breathed a sigh of relief.
He waited beside him for another hour. At noon, Fujiwara Shoko finally opened his eyes.
However, Fujiwara Shoko came all the way to the Song Dynasty to kill Wu Zhi.
I couldn't feel the slightest bit of anger in my body at this moment.
Her bright eyes revealed a sense of confusion and helplessness.
The herb collector looked at Fujiwara Shoko and asked in a low voice: "Girl, why are you alone in this deep mountain and old forest?"
"Could it be that we were robbers!?"
Fujiwara Shoko still looked confused, apparently not remembering why he appeared here at all.
The herb collector thought for a while and said, "This place is very close to Longhu Mountain. How about we go there and ask?"
"Maybe the girl is praying to God with her family."
However, when it came to Longhu Mountain, Fujiwara Shoko didn't know why, but he was opposed to this place in his heart.
She shook her head naturally: "I won't go there."
With that said, Fujiwara Shoko stood up and staggered about to leave.
The herb collector hurried up and said with concern: "Girl, the terrain in this area is steep, with steep hillsides and cliffs everywhere."
"People who are not familiar with it will be killed here if they are not careful."
"Otherwise, girl, follow me down the mountain first, and then go to the government to file a case."
Fujiwara Shoko felt that he didn't go out either, so he could only nod slightly,
The herb collector immediately took Fujiwara Shoko down the mountain, asking questions as he walked.
"By the way, I don't know what your last name is, girl?"
When her name was mentioned, Fujiwara Shoko also looked confused.
She shook her head and said, "I don't remember."
The herb collector asked again: "In that case, does the girl still remember her relatives and friends at home, or anything important?"
Fujiwara Shoko still shook his head.
But as she walked, the appearance of a man suddenly appeared in her mind.
It was a slightly handsome face and a tall and burly body. Although there was an evil intention in the smile, for some reason, Fujiwara Shoko, who had forgotten everything, was deeply impressed by him.
Moreover, as time went on, this person's name gradually emerged in her mind, she said.
"Wu Zhi."
When the herb collector heard that Fujiwara Shoko still remembered someone else's name Takehi, he smiled and asked: "Girl, who is this Takehi and where does he live?"
There are really not many people in the world who don’t know Wu Zhi.
However, the herb collectors have lived in the mountains for a long time and only occasionally go down to sell medicine. Due to the long journey, they rarely talk to people in the market, so they have not heard of it.
Fujiwara Shoko shook his head: "I don't remember, I just know that this person is very important."
The herb collector pretended to be someone who had been there before, and said, "I think this person should be the girl's closest person."
"Maybe he is the girl's husband?"
"Husband?"
When Fujiwara Shoko came up with this idea, for some reason, he felt a very strong feeling in his heart!
If she was sober, she should know that this is a kind of strong hatred!
But now she has lost her memory and is confused about everything.
This strong emotion made Fujiwara Shoko think that this strong emotion should be love.
Maybe, this man named Wu Zhi is really my husband.
