Author: September Fireworks

Jun Wumo asked him: "How long will it take for her lost memory to be restored?"

The doctor scratched his head and said, "I can't say that. It depends on the individual's physique."

"However, if there are some precious medicinal materials, you can give them to her first."

Jun Wumo nodded to express his understanding.

Now that I have nowhere to go, and I am not sure whether this woman is Lin Jiumian, I can only take her with me.

If she was bullied because of something she did during the time when she lost her memory, he would definitely regret it.

Jun Wumo remembered that Lin Jiumian told him that she had lost her memory for a period of time in the past.

But that time was probably more than three years ago, and it should have overlapped with the time when I lost my memory.

Why is it more than 6 years ago now?

Because the time couldn't align, Jun Wumo didn't think that the woman at this moment was Lin Jiumian who had lost her memory.

Jun Wumo did not contact the people in the Black Armor Guard, nor did he try to understand the situation in Xizhou.

Now that he has contacted the people in the Holy Land, the Holy Land must be secretly monitoring him.

He can no longer do these unnecessary things.

Sure enough, when they entered the city, they found that people from the Holy Land were indeed following him secretly. It seemed that his sudden appearance had attracted the attention of the Holy Land.

It is possible to join the Holy Land through this situation, but the problem is that if he appears rashly and shows his sign as a protector, the Holy Land will definitely report it.

If we find out how he should explain it, this is really a problem.

That night Dong Zhixia fell ill.

Originally, Dong Zhixia and Jun Wumo lived next door.

The room they lived in was separated by a wall. In the middle of the night, Jun Wumo heard an unusual breathing sound coming from Dong Zhixia's room.

A little quick and a little rough.

Jun Wumo hesitated for a moment, then went to the next door to ask, but after knocking on the door for a long time, there was no response in the room.

Dong Zhixia obviously fainted.

Jun Wumo had no choice but to forcefully open the door and go in. Then he saw Dong Zhixia lying on the bed with a high fever.

Dong Zhixia has blood clots in his brain, and it is rare to have a high fever just now.

Jun Wumo hurriedly called the doctor over to check Dong Zhixia's pulse. The doctor said:

"It's normal to have a high fever, and you'll be fine once you get over it. But if the fever doesn't go away after more than three hours, you'll be in trouble."

"When the time comes, you can find me again and I will give her acupuncture."

Jun Wumo agreed, then watched him leave, closed the door behind his back and became a little anxious.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that he still had fever-reducing medicine on him, which Lin Jiumian had given to him before going out.

It is said that just taking one slice can reduce fever.

Because they were going to the Holy Land at that time, and no one knew what they would encounter there.

Once the two of them were forced to separate, if Jun Wumo didn't have the medicine at his disposal, he would encounter some troubles that he would not be able to solve.

So Lin Jiumian stuffed a lot of medicine into his body, including those to reduce fever, relieve pain, and some commonly used medicines such as detoxification.

Now it can actually come in handy.

Jun Wumo turned over the medicines and found one to reduce fever. He didn't know whether he should give one pill or two.

After some hesitation, he took a piece and stuffed it into Dong Zhixia's mouth.

Then he gave her water, and Dong Zhixia seemed to swallow the pills instinctively.

However, these fever-reducing medicines have a very strange taste. It is not bitter but slightly salty. Once it enters the mouth, it dissolves quickly.

Dong Zhixia frowned in frustration, and the expression on his face was also very sad.
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