When she regained consciousness again, Ning Dai was disturbed by the chirping of unknown birds.

But when she regained consciousness, she felt uncomfortable all over her body, especially her throat.

Dull pain, dryness.

She tried to swallow her saliva to relieve the dryness, but it hurt so much that she almost pouted.

This kind of pain is hundreds of times more uncomfortable than the most severe tonsillitis I have ever experienced.

He couldn't even scream twice.

Ning Dai raised her hand to touch her neck and opened her eyes dizzily.

When she opened her eyes, her vision was hazy and blurry, but before she could see clearly, she had already closed her eyes again because of the pain in her throat.

The touch on the hand is like a ball of gauze.

Is there gauze wrapped around the neck?

Ning Dai was confused.

But while she was confused, she didn't forget to feel her own situation.

I really can't feel any internal force in my body.

There is no sense of patriotism in my mind.

In addition, I feel pain everywhere.

But the neck is the most serious.

This is the part that I don’t understand the most. Isn’t it talking about a conversion scene?

Ning Dai opened her eyes again, recalling the scene where Ai Guo told her to change her to the most effective way to contact Qiling Buddhist Temple before she lost consciousness.

This time my vision was clear.

The first thing you see is the roof of a simple bamboo house. Moving your sight to the left, you see a vertical bamboo wall with a window on it.

At this time, the window panels were raised, and the sunny weather outside poured into the house. What came into the bamboo house together was the non-stop chirping sound.

Ning Dai moved her gaze back, preparing to look to the right to see what was on the right.

As soon as his eyes moved, several squeezing "squeaking" sounds came from the direction behind the head.

That was... the sound of walking...

Ning Dai pricked up her ears and listened. The pain on her neck made her not want to trouble herself at all.

Soon, Ning Dai knew that she had guessed correctly, and the "crunching" sound was indeed the sound of footsteps.

Along with the "squeaking" sound, there is also a strong medicinal smell overflowing.

She was very familiar with this smell, it had always been the smell in the small courtyard of her residence.

She was distracted and thought about the small courtyard of the Hou Mansion. The footsteps were approaching. Ning Dai raised her eyes and saw a figure in a jade-colored monk's robe that was not old or new.

Look again.

Bald.

Under the smooth forehead, there is a handsome and elegant face, brown eyes, and a downcast gaze, which really match the word "Buddha".

The bald man also held a thick earth-colored bowl in his hand, and the strong medicinal fragrance floated in the air along with a few wisps of white smoke.

Seeing Ning Dai's eyes open, the monk curved his lips and said with kind eyes: "Female donor, you're awake."

Ning Dai frowned subconsciously.

There is nothing wrong with having kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and there is nothing wrong with smiling, but when you put it on the face of the monk in front of you, combined with his peaceful eyes when he looked at her, Ning Dai suddenly felt that she was a weak and pitiful ant, and he was the savior!?

Ning Dai complained in her heart, "Wacha" in displeasure.

The monk in front of her didn't know what Ning Dai was thinking, he just informed her of her current situation.

"The female donor fell from the mountain. Fortunately, her life was not injured, but she has not been able to get out of bed and move around in the past few days."

"It's just..., the female donor's neck was injured by a sharp weapon, and she may have to recover for a while." When he said this, the monk's face naturally showed a trace of compassion.

Was her neck injured by a sharp object? Ning Dai raised her hand tremblingly and carefully placed it on the coarse gauze around her neck.

Does that mean her neck was wiped?

And the monk in front of him saved him?

Ning Dai's mood immediately went to shit.

Because she didn’t know if Aiguo had done this to her neck, or if she had encountered another enemy.

However, she wiped her neck and didn't braid her hair, so her vitality can be considered tenacious.

After informing her of these two points, the tall and tall monk didn't speak anymore, but he didn't leave either. He just stayed in place like a pillar.

It wasn't until Ning Dai moved her eyes to look over again that the monk said, "It's almost done. The female donor can use the medicine."

After saying that, he came closer, holding the bowl in one hand and stretching out the other as if to help her up.

When Ning Dai saw this, she suddenly felt frightened and her eyes widened in horror.

If she could speak, she would definitely shout right now: Damn it! Don't touch me! It will hurt my neck!

Maybe it was because her eyes were too wide and too scary, or maybe it was because the expression on her face was so accurate that she clearly conveyed her inner thoughts to the monk in front of her.

The monk made a move.

Then there was that kind of compassionate smile: "Female donor, don't panic. The herbs in the mountains are beneficial to your injuries."

Well, after overthinking, it turned out that he couldn't understand it.

Am I freaking out and you're poisoning me? I'm telling you not to lift me up, don't lift me up, don't lift me up!

Fortunately, the monk did not make Ning Dai really crazy. She quickly remembered what he had missed and left again with the medicine bowl.

The "creeping" sound left, and after a while, the "creeping" sound came back.

This time, there was finally an extra wooden spoon in the bowl.

But drinking medicine is a disaster for Ningdai.

Swallowing was so painful that even Ning Dai couldn't control the overflow of physiological tears.

She wanted to know more and more who wiped her neck!

After one disaster, there is another disaster, and another disaster.

Drink medicine, drink water, drink porridge...

If you don't drink, you can't maintain one's schedule, and if you drink, you can't maintain the image of a strong woman.

Ning Dai felt that her tears were worthless!

As for the happiest time, it is probably when I fall asleep.

When I fell asleep, I no longer felt the pain in my neck that felt like it was about to break.

What about challenging tasks, what about Qiling Buddhist Temple, who was the monk who saved her and was still healing her, Ning Dai didn't have the heart to ask his name, nor did she want to know where she was now.

The only thing she knew was that she was lying in a bamboo house, and there should be a very dense bamboo forest outside the bamboo house.

Because occasionally when the wind blows, the rustling sound is particularly loud.

Besides, she didn't know anything. Of course, the most important thing was that her neck hurt and she couldn't speak or ask questions.

So he just pretended to be dead and lay there for seven or eight days.

After daybreak, the monk who saved her walked up to her again with a creaking sound and began to change the dressing on her neck as usual every day.

During the past seven or eight days, this monk would come over after dawn and stay until late at night, serving her medicine, water and porridge. He would not leave until she fell asleep.

It's like this every day.
Chapter completed!