Previously, Song Mingze's wife, Xun Wan Niang, had suddenly gained some unfamiliar memories. Qi Zhen Zhen had probed her, thinking she was a fellow countrywoman, but it turned out she wasn't. Xun Wan Niang's situation was merely the acquisition of past-life memories; she felt estranged from them, and they had only subtly influenced her, not transformed her into someone else.
However, the signals from Luo Wan Qing's proactive probing were entirely different from Xun Wan Niang's. Qi Zhen Zhen was certain that their experiences were more similar.
"Aren't you afraid I'll think you're a monster?" Qi Zhen Zhen asked casually.
"My background is impeccable, why would I be a monster?" Luo Wan Qing replied playfully.
"Hasn't anyone ever suspected your medical skills?" Qi Zhen Zhen inquired. "After all, many people can't achieve such accomplishments in their lifetime."
"Have you heard of a term, 'exceptionally gifted'!" Luo Wan Qing said with a jest. "Haha, I'm kidding. When I came here, I was twenty-eight. My family is a lineage of military doctors. As soon as I could speak, my family began my tutelage. Instead of classics like 'Three Character Classic' or 'Hundred Family Surnames,' I was taught 'Tang Tou Ge Jue' (Prescription Rhymes). Do you know what that is?"
Qi Zhen Zhen nodded sympathetically. "I've heard of it. It's a must-learn for those studying traditional Chinese medicine. I heard it's not easy to memorize!"
Luo Wan Qing beamed with pride. "That's why I say I'm exceptionally gifted; I have a photographic memory. By the age of five, I could prescribe remedies based on symptoms described by my family, though I couldn't diagnose independently yet. Back then, my grandfather would diagnose, describe the symptoms exactly as he saw them, and I would write down the prescription based on his description. My grandfather would then review it, and he would almost always use my prescriptions. My grandfather said I was naturally suited for medicine. Later, in university, I also studied clinical medicine to integrate traditional Chinese and Western medicine. Although I studied TCM from childhood, I don't believe Western medicine has no merit. In emergency situations, Western medicine is indeed far superior to TCM. But TCM's ability to prevent illness before it occurs is something Western medicine cannot match!"
As they spoke, Gu Si Nian slowly opened his eyes. His vision was blurry. He blinked several times, and the scene before him gradually came into focus.
"Zhen Zhen?" Gu Si Nian's voice was low and hoarse, a result of not speaking for a long time.
Qi Zhen Zhen responded with joy, "You're awake?"
"Am I dreaming? How did you get here?" Gu Si Nian tried to recall, but his body was weak, his efforts futile.
Seeing this, Qi Zhen Zhen quickly stepped forward to help him lean against her, supporting him in a semi-reclined position.
"Your physical constitution is truly robust. I originally thought you'd need at least an hour to wake up, but you're awake in just half an hour," Luo Wan Qing commented.
"Luo Wan Qing? What are you doing here too?" Gu Si Nian looked somewhat bewildered.
"If I weren't here, do you think your life would still be saved?" Luo Wan Qing glanced at him sideways.
Gu Si Nian clearly remembered he had sustained a knife wound. For a mere knife wound, even Gu Qing could handle it; why would Luo Wan Qing need to intervene?
Hearing the movement outside, Zhang Xiao Niu came in with the prepared congee. Smelling the aroma, Gu Si Nian couldn't help but swallow and his stomach rumbled.
"Have some congee first, and we can talk about everything else slowly," Qi Zhen Zhen said softly.
Gu Si Nian reached out to take the bowl, but found his hand a little unresponsive. Qi Zhen Zhen quickly placed a pillow behind him, took the congee, and began feeding him spoonful by spoonful.
"Tsk, I thought you'd live alone until old age, but I didn't expect you to be so fortunate, finding such a caring person. If it weren't for Qi Zhen Zhen this time, your little life would truly be lost," Luo Wan Qing said, winking.