Fu Ling felt cold in her heart and secretly calmed herself down, comforting Chu Qing and saying, “It’s okay, I’ll give you acupuncture first to see if I can relieve the headache.”

Chu Qing slumped weakly on the chair, his head was not as painful as before, but there was still a burst of tingling. He even felt that his eyes were a little blurry, and the things in front of him began to appear doubled, so he didn’t notice Fu Ling’s dull complexion.

Chu Qing’s memory has begun to recover. Although he now says that the fragments of the memory are very vague, it seems that he has not remembered anything, but maybe one day, all the memories will come back, then Chu Qing will know that she is actually Not his wife.

Fu Ling opened a drawer, rummaging through the acupuncture box absently, and worried in his mind, if Chu Qing recovered his memory and found that he had been cheating him all the time, what would he do? Will he leave her?

Fu Ling didn’t dare to think down any more. Just by imagining, she felt that her heart was stuck fiercely, and she wanted to cry in pain. However, she couldn’t reveal her feelings, so that Chu Qing could not detect anything wrong, she sniffed her nose, took the acupuncture box she found, and returned to Chu Qing.

“There may be some pain when the needle is inserted. You bear with it.” Fu Ling supported Chu Qing on the bed and lay down, changing the tone like Little Hot Pepper in the past, and said softly.

“You can rest assured.” Chu Qing glanced at the silver needle Fuling was holding in her hand. Poria was distracted now, and the memory fragments that emerged could no longer be found, which relieved the pain a lot, but Chu Qing remembered the pain just now, and still had a lingering fear.

Poria lit a candle, put the silver needle on the candlelight and burned it to sterilize it. He was about to apply acupuncture to Chu Qing’s acupuncture points, but he noticed that Chu Qing’s body was straightened. She thought Chu Qing was a little nervous, so she pats his chest and smiled comfortably: “Relax, I believe my medicine will not be a problem.”

With that, he gently screwed the silver needle into Chu Qing ’s scalp. Chu Qing felt only a slight tingling and some itching. He raised his hand to want and scratched it.

Poria turned around and picked up the second needle, just saw his hand begin to stir, and hurriedly stopped: “Don’t move! Even if itchy! Endure!”

“Oh, okay.” Chu Qing couldn’t help being yelled, and he was wronged.

Poria’s medical technique was not boasting casually. After piercing 3 4 stitches, Chu Qing felt a warm current on his scalp. The pain just miraculously eased. He even felt refreshed. After lying in the same posture for a long time, Chu Qing wanted to change his posture.

“You have to be patient, don’t make trouble, it will be over immediately.” Fu Ling was already pulling the needles from the head of Chu Qing. In order to avoid inadvertently hurting him, he had to give a reminder.

“Poulin, I really admire you, my head is completely painless.” Chu Qing said in surprise, as if to prove that he was really fine, he shook his head hard.

Fu Ling was amused by his appearance, Pu Chi laughed out loud, and said: “Okay, well, you rest for a while, I hunted the pheasant hare today, just to make up for you.”

Just about to leave, she suddenly remembered something, and warned repeatedly: “You rest in peace, don’t try to think about the past. When it’s time to restore your memory, you will naturally think of it. Don’t force it, it will only make you suffer. “

Indeed, if the time is not up, no matter how hard you try to remember the past, it will only increase the pain, it is better to look at it. Chu Qing nodded, promised to come down, Fuling was at ease to cook.

(End of this chapter)