Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

Tapping the three fingers of Shi, middle and ring on the pulsating part of his right hand, Shui Wuya wanted to concentrate and calm down as usual, but he still couldn't ignore the hot eyes of the man in front of him.

"You... are Luomei?" The moment he first entered the room, he was pulled into his arms by this man and stared at him carefully. He was deeply touched by the fierce eyes that seemed to have found a treasure that had been lost for many years.

Is it his resemblance to someone he misses?Shui Wuya recalled the face he saw in the bronze mirror in the past, it was really a stunning face, so beautiful and refined, peerless, even if it was him, after seeing him for nearly ten years, he still couldn't help but be deeply moved. Deeply moved.

ten years?That's right, it's only ten years. Ever since he lost his memory and was taken in by his master ten years ago, this face has followed him for a whole ten years, right?The man named Luomei whom he was mistaken for?

he does not know......

"As the head of the house, you are only drinking alcohol for years without paying attention to your diet, and you have suffered from wind and cold many times when you go out, but you have not been completely cured. The root cause of the disease has been left over several times, which has caused your current persistent cough. In the future, you need to pay more attention to your body It should not be difficult to cure this disease, as long as you follow my prescription and doctor's advice." Shui Wuya whispered softly, and at the same time saw Qi Diaoming's sad expression.

He stood up, but felt a force pulling his sleeve, bowed his head, he couldn't help but smile, "I just want to go to the table and write down the prescription for this period of treatment."

"You won't leave, will you?" Luomei, this time, you won't leave again, will you?

"At least until the head of the family recovers, as a doctor, I will not leave." Shui Wuya pulled the corner of his lips into a comforting smile, patted him and took his hand to reassure him.

Qi Diaoming looked at him for a long time, and finally let go of his hand, but his eyes still did not leave his eyes and shifted with his movement.He watched him go to the table to write, watched him tilt his head slightly in thought, biting the tip of the pen habitually.These are all Luomei's habits, they are so similar, the person in front of him is almost Luomei appearing in front of him, but...

Qi Diaoming withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and pondered.But for some reason, there seems to be a strange fluctuation blocking his thoughts, making it impossible for him to completely overlap the figures of Shui Wuya and Luomei. He can't grasp that feeling, but subconsciously feels that it is extremely important , the feeling that suddenly appeared and disappeared at that moment...

"Please take the medicine according to this prescription. After seven days, I will replace it with a new prescription according to the progress of the disease." Shui Wuya wrote the prescription and handed it to Gu Ni who also looked at him with a surprised expression.

"Uh...yes." Gu Ni put away his emotions, nodded and turned to leave.

Waiting for the person to leave, Shui Wuya turned around and looked at Ying Wumei in the room, "I'm going to give acupuncture to the head of the house now, can you leave first?"

With a gentle smile, she issued the order to chase away guests. Just a smile can make the most stern words also make people feel like a spring breeze. This is Lingluomei's unique charm.Qi Diaoming looked at Ying Wumei, who had always been stern and solemn, but she also couldn't keep her face straight when facing this smile, and the doubts in her heart deepened.

"Then I'll go out first." Ying Wumei nodded and turned around, but unexpectedly saw Qin Ling outside the door with a frightened expression on her face.

"He...not...not dead..." When walking past him, Ying Wumei heard this almost silent murmur from her frightened trembling lips.

Ying Wumei ignored her shock and abnormality, because the same problem also troubled him, why... Ling Luomei didn't die?Why didn't Ling Luomei, who was already dead, breathless, and could never come back to life, die? ? ? ?

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"The head of the family has been staring at me for a long time, is it because I resemble the person in your heart?" Shui Wuya pulled out the last golden needle, looked up at Qi Diaoming, who had been following him since the needle was applied, and gently smile.

Qi Diaoming nodded, his eyes still never stopped searching for clues on similar faces that could overlap the two.

"Am I?" Shui Wuya asked, puzzled by the answer in his heart.

"I'm not sure." Qi Diaoming answered truthfully.

"Really?" Shui Wuya smiled, "I think so, even I am not sure if this face that has been with me for ten years is my own."

"Ten years?" Qi Diaoming's deep eyes flickered.

"Yes, I lost my memory ten years ago and was rescued by my master. When I woke up, I saw this face that even I couldn't help being moved." He raised his left hand and brushed the hair on both sides, smiling a bit bitterly.

Qi Diaoming stretched out his hand to hold his left hand, gently stroking the scar on his wrist, his gaze became deeper.

"It's been there since I woke up. It's strange why the wound looks like a bracelet, and I'm still thinking about what caused it." Shui Wuya looked at his movements, and his deep and far-sighted gaze, which is hard to ignore A strange fluctuation flashed in my heart.

"You are a genius doctor with superb medical skills. Why don't you heal this scar? It's easy for you, isn't it?" Qi Diaoming asked inexplicably.

"I've thought about it before, but the master said that maybe it's the evidence to find the source of memory, and it's the only connection between me and my previous life, so I haven't erased this scar." Shui Wuya smiled lightly.

"Yes, this may be the only thing involved." Qi Diaoming slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and let go of his hand.

"You have a good rest, I'll go and see if the soup is ready." Shui Wuya stood up and helped him lie down, and carefully closed the quilt.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Qi Diaoming turned his back, and a low and hoarse voice came.

"You don't have to thank me, this is the doctor's duty." Shui Wuya saw a bowl of herbal tea on the bedside table, picked it up and smelled it, he smiled lightly, put it into the grass bucket next to him, and then turned and went out .

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