Chapter 562: Chapter 562: I Have Forgotten Things from Childhood
“…”
Qin Youxuan nearly choked on his words and obediently kept the thermoter in her mouth, no longer speaking.
Her eyes were always on the scale of the thermoter.
The fever had to go down.
For the past two days, she had been lying in bed and felt truly stifled.
Once the ti was up, Qin Youxuan didn’t see much. The thermoter was taken away by Diwu Zexuan.
He lazily glanced at it, “The fever has lowered a bit. After resting overnight, if there are no relapses tomorrow, it’s safe to say you’re cured.”
“Hanjie, did you hear that? I’m getting better. You promised to accompany to the cherry blossom forest.” Qin Youxuan clung to his arm and kept shaking him.
Seeing Hanjie didn’t object, she happily turned to Diwu Zexuan, “By the way, when you go downstairs, rember to help thank Rui Hui. If it weren’t for her dicine, I wouldn’t have improved this quickly.”
The next second, Qin Youxuan pinched her nose and made a bitter face, “Just that sll of the dicine… It’s too unpleasant. I almost threw up. It was absolutely the worst herbal dicine I’ve ever had.”
Hanjie touched her face with affection. Seeing her act like a coquettish child, a smile unconsciously hooked his lips.
“The worst herbal dicine you’ve ever had? You often drink herbal dicine?” Diwu Zexuan suddenly interjected.
This single sentence disrupted what could have been a continuation of a tender mont.
Hanjie’s body stiffened, his eyes beca icy, and he gave him a sidelong glance.
Had he not spoken at this ti, no one would have thought he was a mute.
Qin Youxuan’s face flushed and she looked resentfully at Diwu Zexuan.
In such a situation, a normal person would get out of the room without causing any further embarrassnt. Yet, he was still energetically asking whether she had often taken traditional dicine.
This was simply speechless.
Despite being constantly stared at, Diwu Zexuan remained composed, standing there with a nonchalant look as if nothing had happened.
“Not really much, but not very little either. I always have stomach pain during my period, so I have had prescriptions from the hospital quite a few tis,” Qin Youxuan replied honestly, thinking this question might be relevant to her illness.
“Have you had a specific prescription of herbal dicine that you drank frequently or even continuously over a long ti?”
“I don’t think so. I started making my herbal drinks after my mother passed away, but every ti the results were not very good. Moreover, I didn’t like the taste of herbs, so later I decided to bear the ailnt rather than continue to take the dicine,” she explained after giving it so thought.
Qin Youxuan lightly licked her lips.
As far as she could rember, she had not taken any herbs before that ti.
She rembered little of her childhood days.
“Before your mother passed away, did you have any serious illness that required long-term dication?” asked Diwu Zexuan carelessly, but a glint could be seen in his eyes.
“I don’t think so. I don’t rember,” Qin Youxuan shook her head.
She was just thirteen when her mother died. She had not yet experienced nstruation, so she didn’t rember ever having taken traditional Chinese dicine.
“Don’t you rember?” Diwu Zexuan furrowed his brows.
“Yes, perhaps because my father was always with other won when I was a child. Seeing my mother all alone made feel sorry for her, so I chose not to rember. I rember very little about my childhood,” replied Qin Youxuan in a low voice, sounding a little disheartened.
Even now, knowing all that she did, she still abstained from that period of her life.
“Are you certain you never experienced amnesia?” Diwu Zexuan’s tone grew stern, and his brow furrowed tighter.
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