009 Block memory
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The man was at least six feet tall, and even if he was thin, he must have weighed over a hundred pounds. Moreover, a person who is unconscious cannot exert force. Not to mention a girl, even a strong man would find it difficult to lift a man who is over six feet tall and still unconscious. However, Ruan Yun, like Popeye after eating spinach, with a hearty "heave-ho"... lifted the person up. Amidst the astonished gazes along the way, Ruan Yun carried the man back home.
The man's unconsciousness was not caused by drowning. From the time he fell into the water until he was rescued, such a short time would at most cause him to choke a few times; it's impossible for him to remain unconscious for such a long time. Ruan Yun spread a sheet on the living room floor, then threw the man onto it, and checked his pulse.
"Ah... He's having a stomach attack, and the pain made him faint."
"Looks like it's not an attempted suicide."
"But for a big guy like him, enduring the pain for so long without going to the hospital is not much different from attempting suicide."
Ruan Yun pouted, got up, and went into the house to fetch her pink medicine box. She pulled out silver needles, neutralized the poison, and inserted them one by one into the man's body.
"His clothes are so wet, what if he catches a cold? Then wouldn't my efforts be in vain?"
Ruan Yun stared at the man intently, constantly torn between "changing his clothes for him" and "just letting him dry like this". Finally, she sighed and slowly reached out her hand. In the originally empty palm, a misty white light suddenly appeared.
The white light was not conspicuous; it was difficult to notice if you didn't look carefully. Ruan Yun turned her palm downward, landing it above the man's clothes. Wherever the white light passed, the damp clothes dried visibly to the n***d eye. After the man's clothes dried completely, Ruan Yun withdrew her hand, wrinkling her nose in frustration.
"What a waste of my effort. I must demand a higher consultation fee tomorrow."
After a few minutes, she removed the silver needles from the man's body and checked his complexion again. It had improved significantly compared to before. Ruan Yun nodded with relief. Suddenly, a golden light appeared above the man's head.
The golden light was very faint, with some grayish color mixed in.
"!" Ruan Yun watched this scene in shock, her peach blossom eyes widening. She was about to take a closer look when she found that the light had disappeared again.
Ruan Yun rubbed her eyes vigorously, looking from head to toe at the man.
Where did the light go? Why is it gone? Could it be that she was hallucinating just now?
Ruan Yun felt a bit doubtful about life. She knocked her head absentmindedly, "It seems like I've been hit pretty hard by the chamber pot at night, and I'm having hallucinations."
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Late at night.
On the large bed, a tiny figure curled up into a ball, burying her delicate little face in the quilt.
The fair face was covered in sweat.
"Don't... don't... don't come over..."
The girl's choked murmurs echoed in the quiet room.
"Huh?" A voice that an ordinary person couldn't hear sounded in Ruan Yun's mind.
"Is this girl's memory blocked?"
"At such a young age, she seems to have quite a few stories."
"Should this old man help her unlock her memories?"
"Well... maybe not. This memory seems to be something she wants to forget on her own. I'd better not meddle."
"But having nightmares every day is not a solution either. Hey! Girl, can you hear me? Wake up!"
Ruan Yun, caught in a nightmare, opened her eyes blankly.
Instead of a pitch-black bedroom, her gaze fell upon a vast white world.
Where is this?
"Hey~ little girl!"
Ruan Yun looked around bewilderedly, feeling that the voice was somewhat familiar.
"I'm here!"
In the midst of the white expanse, a figure slowly coalesced.
Gradually, the figure became clearer, and the features took shape.
Snow-white hair, a green robe, and a youthful face with white hair that appeared to be in his forties. The most captivating feature was his bright, lively eyes, smiling kindly.
The Old Imp.
This was Ruan Yun's first impression of him.
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