Chapter 1013: The daughter of the sinner conquers the Jagged God of War 12
After losing his memory, Huo Wang always looked at people and things as if they were separated by a layer.
Zhao Pu told his glorious deeds in the battlefield in his ear. Huo Wang was touched, but every time he thought about it, he felt a splitting headache.
He desperately wanted to get out of his weak state, but his overly injured body made his vision a luxury.
Under Huo Wang's questioning, Zhao Pu once told him how dangerous it was when his life was hanging by a thread.
If it weren't for him still breathing, no one would dare to believe that Huo Wang actually survived with such a serious injury.
After the medicinal materials were soaked, Shu Ange found a reason to go out for a while, and Zhao Pu helped King Huo into the wooden barrel.
After he woke up, although his body was very weak due to the injury, he always insisted on walking down the ground by himself and doing some simple things.
Zhao Pu was very worried that King Huo's condition was getting worse, and Shu Ange encouraged him.
People in this era should have no concept of rehabilitation training. Lying in bed all the time when injured is actually very unfavorable for rehabilitation.
Shu Ange washed the used medicinal cloth with hot water, hung it outside the door to dry it in the sun, and after taking care of it, returned to the room to perform acupuncture for Dihua.
She counted the days, and in about five or six days, the blood clots in Dihua's skull would disperse.
After the blood clot has dissipated, Dihua can restore memory and improve limb coordination.
After a few more months of raising, his martial arts can also be restored to seventy-eighty-eighty.
As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days for Dihua to spend most of his life. If it wasn't for Shu Ange's excellent medical skills, I'm afraid it would be really difficult to get through the gate of hell.
If he changed to a doctor, even if he could save his life and heal his wounds, he might not even be able to lift heavy objects in the future, let alone using martial arts.
If Shu Ange guessed correctly, he really is that person.
Not being able to use force from now on would be as difficult for him as being a crippled person.
After the acupuncture, Shu Ange found an excuse to go out again, and Zhao Pu helped King Huo to bed.
In the evening scene, the flowers and grass in the yard were dyed a bit reddish-gold in color.
Shu Ange pinched Duokai if it was just right, pinned it on the edge of his sleeve, and walked slowly towards the room.
When she opened the door, Dihua was sitting on the bed leaning on the pillow, holding a book in her hand.
After seeing Shu Ange entering the door, he naturally put down the book and nodded to her.
"It seems that you are recovering well."
Shu Ange played with the flowers on his sleeves, his eyes bright like the spring sun.
"If the boss of the white class has bothered, Zhong will definitely report it as a hijacker in the future."
"Your son's surname is Zhong?"
After waking up from Dihua, this was the first time she heard his surname from him.
Shu Ange raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a smile, Zhao Pu hurriedly explained: "My master is also a clan son, but the family is in decline, and he has no title."
Every time he lied to Shu Ange, Zhao Pu felt very ashamed, but for the safety of King Huo, he was not allowed to tell lies one by one.
When Shu Ange learned that Dihua's surname was Zhong, more than half of his guesses had already been fulfilled.
Nine out of ten of the wounded lying on the bed were the military marshal Huo Wang Zhong Chenghao.
Even in the state of amnesia, Zhong Chenghao is a very cautious person.
He was willing to take the initiative to reveal his surname, and Shu Ange was very happy, which meant that he still had some trust in her.
For them, taking a wrong step will be shattered, and trusting the wrong person is even more catastrophe and disaster.
Shu Ange took the topic elsewhere without getting to the bottom of Zhong Chenghao's life experience.
"What did you play just now about King Huo?"
After Zhong Chenghao was chatted a few times by Shu Ange, he took the initiative to ask her something.
"Yes, it's too noisy, does it bother you?"
Shu Ange replied with a smile, and there seemed to be stars hidden in his eyes.
"It's okay, listening to the lively movement, I also feel happy in my heart."
Hearing what King Huo said, Zhao Pu looked at him in surprise and couldn't believe it.
If he remembered correctly, Huo Wang never listened to dramas.
"You need to be quiet when you are recovering, but you should also listen to some lively movements occasionally, otherwise it will be easy to get depressed."
King Huo nodded, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his head. He frowned, his hand slightly supporting his temple.
"Master Zhong has a headache?" Shu Ange asked with concern. King Huo opened his eyes and nodded tiredly.
Regardless of the difference between men and women, she sat on the bed, lifted King Huo's upper body, made him lean on her, and then massaged several acupuncture points on the back of his head with both hands.
Shu Ange's movements were very gentle, Zhong Chenghao leaned against her arms full of medicinal fragrance, and there was a faint hint of clarity in the pain.
This familiar smell had been with him for a long time when he was in a coma.
Zhong Chenghao's subconscious is more familiar with this taste than he is.
After Shu Ange patiently massaged Zhong Chenghao for a while, he removed his hand from his head and asked softly, "Master Zhong, how do you feel, do you want to press it again?"
"No need, thank you, Mr. Bai."
After Shu Ange's massage, Zhong Chenghao's bursting pain disappeared, but the vague pain still remained.
"Master of the day class, what's going on with my master? Why do you suddenly have a headache?"
Shu Ange put the flower that was blooming just right next to Zhong Chenghao's pillow, and when he looked up at him, a kind and gentle smile appeared on his face.
"Don't worry, it's normal. Young Master Zhong's brain has too much congestion, and it condenses into lumps. Now that it's in the stasis-free period, it's easy to cause pain."
Speaking of this, Shu Ange wiped the sweat off Zhong Chenghao's forehead with a wet towel, and warned, "Master Zhong, don't be afraid of pain, as long as you feel uncomfortable, just let me know as soon as possible."
"Thank you, I've made the class leader Bai trouble again."
"Hehe, I hope Young Master Zhong gets better soon. After the black blood clotted in your skull has dissipated, not only will you be able to restore your memory, but it will also be easier to move your body.
"How long will it take until I regain my memory?"
"How long will it take for my master to regain his memory?"
Zhong Chenghao and Zhao Pu asked at the same time, but Shu Ange didn't give up and quickly returned: "The longest is ten days, and the shortest is six or seven days, and Mr. Zhong will be able to restore his memory."
"Really! It's really good, master, you are about to restore your memory!"
Zhao Pu couldn't help but jumped up and gave a high five.
Zhong Chenghao was not as excited as Zhao Pu, and after a while, he asked, "I want to ask Mr. Bai if I can still use martial arts after I recover."
The smile on Zhao Pu's face subsided. He looked at King Huo anxiously, and carefully advised: "Master, don't be too hasty about martial arts, everything will take its course. What do you need to do, we will be your subordinates. is willing to go through fire and water for you."
"Thank you for taking care of me along the way."
The master and servant did not deliberately avoid Shu Ange, and revealed the matter of Zhao Pu and his companions.