Volume 2 Imperial Physician with Red Makeup Chapter 48 Naming——Qian Xiaoxiao
Bright sunlight comes in through the window, and it can be seen that the furnishings in the room are quite simple. In addition to the bed, there is a three-panel screen placed aside. There is only a mottled wooden table, two round chairs, and a
The black wooden cabinet has a faint herbal fragrance in the air, but nothing else.
Where is this place? He tried to sit up, but he had a headache and chest pain. His whole body felt like it had been dismantled. He struggled for a long time and still couldn't get up.
At this moment, the door of the room suddenly opened, and a man with a white scarf on his head and a white robe with wide sleeves walked in. When he saw him open his eyes, the man sighed, walked to the bed and leaned over to look at him.
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"I'm really awake! Finally, it's been two days. Please tell me your name and where you live so that the doctor can find someone to take you back. Otherwise, you won't be able to go to the city for treatment in the past two days. It will be very troublesome.
Already."
The man paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "By the way, I am your savior. My name is Yu Zhujun. This is Lala Village. Every household is far apart. It is a small village. The combined population is only
There are twenty people, and they are old and young, and I am in the middle."
He stared blankly at Yu Zhujun. Although he was a man, he was very good-looking. He had a pair of clear, smiling eyes and a straight nose. Especially when his plump lips were upward, they made his face shine.
!
The tone of his speech was clear and sweet, and his whole person exuded a sassy and sharp aura, but why did he look more and more like the woman who was rubbing his body?
"Is there another woman here to take care of..." he asked in a hoarse voice.
Yu Zhujun was stunned for a moment, then leaned forward, widened his eyes, and said: "Where did the woman come from? I am the only man here, and it is me who is taking care of you from the beginning to the end." He suddenly frowned.
She thought for a moment and then said: "Maybe it was because you woke up temporarily that you mistook me for a woman? Then I will be angry."
It turned out that he had made a mistake in his sleep, and it was this beautiful man who took care of him, not the woman.
"Are you really awake?" Yu Zhujun waved his hand in front of him.
In deep thought, he looked at Yu Zhujun's face. What kind of man was he? He had a hearty smile and a pair of bright eyes filled with mischief. He had never met such a person. Never? Wait, how could he be so sure? He...
…Who is it? Where did it come from? And why is his body covered with wounds? Oh my God, why is his mind blank and he can’t remember anything.
Yu Zhujun saw his face suddenly turned white. Without thinking, he sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed his hand to feel his pulse. He paused for a while and then said slowly: "There is nothing new, it's just a troublesome head injury, and your body may have changed from
If you fall into the river valley somewhere and then go down the river, the river is fast and changeable. You will inevitably suffer some internal injuries due to the collision, but you won't die. Just take a good rest."
"I...don't remember." He murmured.
"What did you say?" Yu Zhujun didn't hear clearly for a moment.
"I don't remember anything."
His voice became louder, and Yu Zhujun finally heard it clearly, and immediately stared at him in disbelief, and stared back silently.
"No way, amnesia? This is the only thing that this doctor doesn't know how to treat!" Yu Zhujun blinked and said, "What should I do? If I had known better, I shouldn't have saved you. Now I'm really asking for trouble." He patted.
He slapped his forehead and rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "Why don't you listen to grandpa? Oh, I'm so distressed!"
The man looked at him and felt very annoyed himself. How could he forget who he was?
"I will try to remember who I am." His voice was hoarse and weak.
Yu Zhujun looked at him, wondering, was it an illusion? Why did this guy sound so weak but inexplicably condescending, as if he was someone who was used to giving orders... He shook his head and shook off this thought.
"What will you do next?" he asked directly.
"I have nowhere to go for now." The man answered more simply.
That's it? Obviously this guy is not good at asking for help, and he is also very domineering. He just wants to stay here since he has nowhere to go, and he has to accept it unconditionally.
Yu Zhujun spread his hands, with a helpless smile on his lips: "What can I do? Send Buddha to the West and save people to the end. Maybe your head injury will be healed and your memory will come back. Then I will ask you for help.
Let’s make some compensation.”
The man didn't know what to say. He didn't even know whether he was rich or poor or whether he had the ability to compensate the young doctor, but he still promised: "If you have the ability, I will do my best to compensate you. If you need anything during your time living here,
Help...just ask."
"Don't worry, let the injury heal first. I won't be mean. If you still can't remember who you are after your injury is healed, then you can be a long-term worker and do something for me to pay for the medical expenses and room and board expenses.
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"become."
Simply! He smiled and nodded: "Very good, are you hungry? It's time for breakfast now."
The man was hungry, but he wanted to do another thing, and then he said: "I want to see the clothes on my body when the doctor rescued me first."
Yu Zhujun smiled and said: "Sure, just wait, I'll get it to you."
After he walked out, he walked in again and found a rough gray cloth in his hand: "I have already washed it. Do you have any impression on it?"
The man took the piece of clothing. It could be seen that it was made of coarse cloth worn by poor people. There were a few patches on the top. In addition, there were cuts that looked like swords... Could it be that he was being hunted?
Fallen into the valley?
Are you in a worse mood? Yu Zhujun raised his eyebrows, his scarred face looked even more serious, his bottomless black eyes were cold, and he exuded a cold aura... It's strange, this man
No matter how you look at your temperament, you don’t look like a pauper!
This doubt became even deeper when Yu Zhujun walked out and brought back a bowl of food to the man.
"Is that the only thing?" the man asked directly. There was only a piece of salted fish, some vegetables and a few pieces of pickled cucumber in the bowl.
"Otherwise, how good are we going to eat?" Yu Zhujun stuffed an extra quilt on his back for him to sit on, and asked him with his arms folded across his chest.
Then, Yu Zhujun saw the blush of embarrassment on his handsome face that had always been cold since he woke up. He resignedly picked up the chopsticks and started eating bite by bite, but his thick eyebrows were furrowed from beginning to end.
"Doesn't it taste good?" Yu Zhujun asked again angrily.
"It's not very tasty." The man admitted and took another mouthful.
Yu Zhujun raised his eyebrows. This guy probably eats well. Otherwise, ordinary people would eat such a dish, but it would be very ordinary.
It seems that this person definitely did not come from a poor family.
For a grown man, aside from the scratches and bruises, as well as the thick calluses on his hands that may have grown from practicing martial arts, his skin is smooth and tender, his physique is also excellent, and his tone of voice is inexplicably condescending.
, and I’m not used to saying thank you.
Look, after eating, you just handed the bowl and chopsticks to him without even saying a word? Yu Zhujun curled his lips, took the bowl and chopsticks and looked at him.
"Is something wrong?" the man asked in confusion.
Yes, you forgot to say thank you! Yu Zhujun muttered in his heart.
He stood up and put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, then sat down on the chair and said: "I am the only one living here. My parents, grandfather, and grandmother are all dead. Some distant relatives have no contact with me. Suddenly, a person appears in the house.
, if anyone asks, just say you are my distant relative."
The man nodded to show that he had no objection, and then suddenly remembered something.
"Did anyone cause my injuries?" he asked in a deep voice.
"There are one or two wounds that look like stab wounds, but it could also be scratched by sharp rocks in the river. I can't be sure." Yu Zhujun was not sure.
The man pursed his lips. Even though he had lost his memory, his intuition told him that the neat cracks on the cloth must have been caused by swords, and maybe someone wanted to kill him.
What was he thinking? His expression was sinister and scary. Somehow, the more Yu Zhujun looked at him, the more he felt that the man had a natural aura that was inexplicably frightening.
Especially the coldness in his dark eyes when he was meditating almost gave people goosebumps all over their bodies!
Yu Zhujun rubbed his bristled arms. This was not possible. He was the host and he was the guest. How could he be intimidated by him?
No way, no, by the way, why not give him a name, preferably one that can suppress his annoying aura!
Yu Zhujun suddenly clapped his hands, successfully bringing the man back to his senses after his thoughts were far away, and said with a smile: "You are my distant relative, you must have a name."
The man was stunned for a moment, nodded without objection, and then watched Yu Zhujun take out the four treasures of the study from the cabinet and put them on the table to rub ink. He shook his head and thought for a long time, then retracted his pen several times. After looking up at him,
He immediately shook his head and hesitated before writing again. After going back and forth several times, he finally wrote three big words in a eloquent way————