Chapter 562: Chapter 562: I Have Forgotten Things from Childhood
Qin Youxuan nearly choked on his words and obediently kept the thermometer in her mouth, no longer speaking.
Her eyes were always on the scale of the thermometer.
The fever had to go down.
For the past two days, she had been lying in bed and felt truly stifled.
Once the time was up, Qin Youxuan didn’t see much. The thermometer 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 me 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, remember to help me thank Rui Hui. If it weren’t for her medicine, I wouldn’t have improved this quickly.”
The next second, Qin Youxuan pinched her nose and made a bitter face, “Just that smell of the medicine… It’s too unpleasant. I almost threw up. It was absolutely the worst herbal medicine 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 medicine you’ve ever had? You often drink herbal medicine?” Diwu Zexuan suddenly interjected.
This single sentence disrupted what could have been a continuation of a tender moment.
Hanjie’s body stiffened, his eyes became icy, and he gave him a sidelong glance.
Had he not spoken at this time, 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 embarrassment. Yet, he was still energetically asking whether she had often taken traditional medicine.
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 times,” Qin Youxuan replied honestly, thinking this question might be relevant to her illness.
“Have you had a specific prescription of herbal medicine that you drank frequently or even continuously over a long time?”
“I don’t think so. I started making my herbal drinks after my mother passed away, but every time the results were not very good. Moreover, I didn’t like the taste of herbs, so later I decided to bear the ailment rather than continue to take the medicine,” she explained after giving it some thought.
Qin Youxuan lightly licked her lips.
As far as she could remember, she had not taken any herbs before that time.
She remembered little of her childhood days.
“Before your mother passed away, did you have any serious illness that required long-term medication?” asked Diwu Zexuan carelessly, but a glint could be seen in his eyes.
“I don’t think so. I don’t remember,” Qin Youxuan shook her head.
She was just thirteen when her mother died. She had not yet experienced menstruation, so she didn’t remember ever having taken traditional Chinese medicine.
“Don’t you remember?” Diwu Zexuan furrowed his brows.
“Yes, perhaps because my father was always with other women when I was a child. Seeing my mother all alone made me feel sorry for her, so I chose not to remember. I remember 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.