Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 918 Discussion
When Qingluo was wondering, she suddenly heard a suona sound of blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing in her ears.

She looked in the direction of the sound.

There are lively laughter and faint figures.

Thinking about it, it was Xiaoyu's wedding reception team.

Yesterday she promised to go to the wedding, but now she is a little slack, so she moved out the stool and sat at the door to bask in the sun.

Of course, the face is covered.

She didn't want the strong ultraviolet rays on the beach to burn her skin, especially the wound on her face.

At the same time, she doesn't like to be stared at by others with strange eyes.

"Always covering your face is not good for the wound on your face." Bai Yu walked over slowly, carrying a medicine box.

Qingluo glanced at him: "Why are you here again? Didn't you go home and sleep?"

Bai Yu pointed at the welcoming team not far away, and said helplessly, "This way I can sleep?"

"If you can't sleep, it means you're not sleepy enough."

"That's true." Bai Yu sized her up, "What do you think?"

"Much better, thank you for your special diagnosis and treatment!" Qing Luo pointed out.

"Hehe." Bai Yu laughed dryly.

Is he really unable to sleep?
of course not.

He just suddenly wanted to talk to someone.

But this mysterious girl who didn't know when appeared made him very interested.

"Little fortune teller, what you said before... really you figured it out?"

"Qing Luo looked at his blurred face, smiled and said: "Do you know why my eyes are not good? "

"Why? You must be using your eyes too much?" Bai Yu really didn't see that there was something wrong with her eyes.

Qingluo rambled nonsense: "Because we have heavenly eyes, we can pinch and count, so God doesn't let our eyes be too bright."

Bai Yu: "..."

As an intellectual who had been educated in materialism for many years, Bai Yu never believed the rhetoric of these charlatans.

However, since he came to this strange world, everything that happened to him has confused him.

Facing what Qing Luo said, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

I don't know if it is in a dream or in reality.

For so many years, he has been unable to figure out this question.

So he has been staying on this remote small island, never set foot in the outside world.

He was afraid that everything in front of him was Truman's world.

"...Bai Xiangnan?" Qing Luo looked at him, "What are you thinking?"

Bai Yu came back to his senses and shook his head: "You should call me Bai Yu from now on. I don't remember anything about Bai Xiangnan."

"It's just the name, if you care about it, it means you haven't let it go." Qingluo looked at him with a smile, "Are you still thinking about Jiang Rourou?"

"I don't know Jiang Rourou."

"Okay." Qing Luo leaned against the wall, resting her hands on the back of her head, squinting her eyes, quietly basking in the sun.

Seeing her become quiet, Bai Yu couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for someone. Everyone in Haizao Village should know about it." Qingluo looked at a woman walking past the door, kept turning her head to look at herself, and said calmly.

"Have you found it?"

"Didn't you treat someone's injury yesterday?" Qingluo said casually, "Tell me, how is that person's injury?"

"You care about him, why don't you ask yourself."

Qingluo raised her eyebrows: "Why, as a family member of the patient, I haven't had the right to ask you, a doctor, about the illness?"

"You..." Bai Yu frowned.

How does he think, how does he feel that there is something wrong with this little fortune teller.

Why does this girl's tone of voice seem to have a feeling of deja vu?
"Say it." Qingluo urged him.

Bai Yu's authority as the only doctor here seemed to be useless in front of her, and he said slowly: "Although the injury was serious at the beginning, the man's physical fitness is good and he recovered very quickly."

"What's the matter with amnesia?"

"The reason is complicated, it's hard to explain clearly." Bai Yu shook his head, "And I lack professional equipment..."

Qingluo nodded to express her understanding, and asked casually, "What are the symptoms?"

Bai Yu felt that her tone seemed to be discussing with a colleague of his illness, so he asked curiously, "You also know medical skills?"

"Understood."

"Oh..." Bai Yu didn't take it seriously, and continued, "I checked it myself, and I don't think there should be any blood congestion in his brain. He knows martial arts and knows how to protect his vital parts."

"You mean, he lost his memory and wasn't hit?"

"I'm not sure." Bai Yu became serious, as if he was discussing the condition with a highly skilled medical colleague, "But his brain injury is certain. Now it is almost difficult for him to fall asleep, and he has to rely on the strong sleep that I gave him. Drugs do."

Qingluo thought for a while and asked, "Do you usually feel a headache?"

Bai Yu shook his head slowly: "I asked, and he said he didn't feel anything normally."

After speaking, he was a little frustrated, "If there is professional equipment..."

Qingluo interrupted him lightly: "Bai Xiangnan, wouldn't you be able to see a doctor without those machines?"

Bai Yu was stunned.

"The major you studied before should be surgery, right?" Qingluo said softly, "Do you feel that there is no use for you here?"

Bai Yu's heart skipped a beat: "I'm beginning to suspect now that you really know me from before."

How could the people here know the words she said?

"I said I'm a fortune teller." Qingluo stretched out her slender fingers, pointing to his medicine box, "Are those knives in it used by you before?"

"Yes," Bai Yu smiled wryly.

Now that things had happened, there was no need for him to hide anything from this little fortune teller.

Qingluo smiled: "With your knowledge and ability, why do you have to stay in such a small place? You can go out to a wider world."

"Forget it, people here don't accept surgery." Bai Yu's expression was a little sad.

"What, frustrated?"

"Isn't this good now?" Bai Yu said calmly, "After so many years, I've gotten used to treating people with traditional Chinese medicine. Those knives are probably rusted."

Qing Luo said: "If you really give up, why do you keep carrying it with you?"

"You little fortune teller, why are you so busy minding other people's affairs?"

"What else did you bring with you, show me all of them?" Qingluo was extremely curious about his medicine box.

Now she can be sure that Bai Yu brought his medicine box and traveled here together.

Bai Yu didn't hide it from her: "I brought some things here, but I've already used up all of them. Only this set of scalpels is left."

"Is that so..." Qingluo was a little disappointed, her eyes were still looking into his medicine box.

It can't be that nothing is gone...

Seeing her intentions, Bai Yu immediately protected the box, and said seriously, "Don't make plans for it, or I won't care about your young master Yu from now on!"

(End of this chapter)