Mu Yun'an frowned. If it still hurts, it means the injury has not healed yet. She asked curiously: "But I took your pulse and didn't find any other injuries on your body? Is it true that my medical skills are not good?"
With that said, she stretched out her hand to feel for his pulse. Apart from the strange poison and skin trauma, she didn't find any other injuries on his body.
Wuming looked at her serious look, smiled and said: "If such a serious injury was not detected, isn't it because of poor medical skills?"
Mu Yun'an was not convinced. She had always been very confident in her medical skills, unless Wuming was lying to her: "This doesn't make sense. Take off your clothes and let me see."
Wuming raised his eyebrows and took off his shirt happily.
Mu Yun'an saw an obvious arrow wound on his chest, and judging from the fact that the scar was new, it should not be more than a year old.
She reached out and touched his scar and asked, "Your injury has obviously healed, why does it still hurt?"
Wuming said: "Because it's heartbreaking."
It was never his wounds that hurt, but his heart. Every time he thought about it, it always hurt his heart.
Mu Yun'an felt that she really encountered a difficult disease, so she slowly retracted her hand and said: "I will find a way to cure you."
Wuming smiled slightly: "Okay."
No one can heal his wounds except her, because she is his medicine.
After treating the wound, Mu Yunan went to the warehouse to inspect the goods.
Wuming accompanied her. He pretended to be curious and asked: "I heard that you are in charge of the General's Mansion now? Can you handle it?"
Mu Yun'an said: "What can I do if I can't cope with it? My father is guarding the border and is away from home all the year round. My mother is also dead. My second uncle can't help him up. There must be someone to support the General's Mansion in Nuo Da."
Wuming felt a pain in his heart when he heard these words, and he asked again: "I heard that something went wrong in your general's mansion last year?"
Mu Yun'an hummed: "It was a bad accident, but I don't remember exactly what happened. I just heard that my father brought back an illegitimate son, and that person turned out to be a rebel."
Wuming's eyebrows moved, and he lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you really not remember anything?"
"yes."
Mu Yun'an said with an indifferent expression: "It's just a dead person and an unpleasant past. If you forget it, just forget it. There is nothing wrong with it."
Wuming was stunned for a moment, and her heart suddenly twisted into a ball. A dead person, an unpleasant past? She had really forgotten all those memories completely, leaving nothing behind.
His heart ached so much that he held his chest and supported the shelves to calm down for a while before he gradually recovered and smelled a strange smell at the tip of his nose.
Wuming restrained his mind and looked around and saw some cinnabar stones on the shelf in front of him. He took a piece and put it in his hand to look at it.
There were some red chips on the cinnabar stone.
Wuming crushed it with his hand, then put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it. He asked Mu Yun'an with a frown between his eyebrows: "What is this cinnabar used for?"
Mu Yun'an said: "It's used to make lipstick, what's wrong?"
Wuming handed over the cinnabar stone: "Take a look, what might you see?"
Mu Yun'an took the piece of cinnabar and looked at it carefully. Because the cinnabar was an ore, there were inevitably some debris on it, and the color of these debris was the same as the color of cinnabar. She sniffed it up to the tip of her nose and found nothing.
Exception comes.
She looked at Wuming and said, "There's no problem. Isn't this just ordinary cinnabar?"
Wuming sighed: "It's true that you are not good at medical skills."