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He gently set down the medicine spoon in his hand and turned to look at the woman on the bed. Her complexion had improved somewhat, but the confusion and fear in her eyes caused Mo Yan to involuntarily furrow his brow.
He walked gently to the bedside and softly asked, "Miss, how are you feeling now?"
The girl raised her head, the confusion in her eyes dissipating slightly. Her voice remained weak and full of bewilderment: "I... I don't remember who I am, or what happened. Where am I?"
For her, amnesia might be a temporary refuge. Moyan knew well that once her memory gradually returned, she would recall those painful experiences.
Mo Yan smiled slightly and tried to reassure her in a gentle tone, "This is my residence, you are safe here. As for your memories, there's no need to rush, they will return to you at the right time."
The woman nodded, but the confusion in her eyes did not completely dissipate. Her gaze wandered around the room, as if searching for some clue that could awaken her memories.
Mo Yan stood up and walked to the window, lightly running his fingers over the window frame. In his heart, he understood that her path to recovering her memories might be long and filled with hardships.
Turning his head, he looked at Wang Minyi with determination. "Miss, no matter what your past is like, I will be here to help you. What you need now is time and patience."
The woman looked at Mo Yan, a hint of gratitude flashing in her eyes. She said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Mo Yan."
Mo Yan nodded, turned and walked out of the room, silently determined to help this poor woman rebuild her life no matter what.
As time passed, the woman gradually recovered under Mo Yan's careful care. However, her memory still showed no signs of recovery.
Nevertheless, there was always a lingering question in her mind - why did she faint by the stream, and who had harmed her so severely?
These questions are like a fog, shrouding her mind. She longs to find the answers, but is afraid of the cruelty of the truth.
Mo Yan saw her struggle and comforted her gently, "Miss, let the past be the past. What you need is to look forward and start your life anew."
She nodded, knowing in her heart that what Mo Yan said was right.
But the unsolved mystery in her heart always haunted her, appearing in her dreams from time to time, reminding her that some things cannot be avoided.
Whenever night falls, the woman always stands in front of the window, gazing at the moonlight and the bamboo forest outside, as if searching for something. In the moonlight, she is like a lonely lotus, quietly blooming in this tranquility.
Mo Yan often quietly guarded her from the side. He knew that such emotional trauma needed time to heal, just like flowers that had been battered by wind and rain needed time to restore their original beauty.
And in this process, a special trust and reliance slowly developed between Mo Yan and Wang Minyi.
Wang Minyi Although she has lost her past memories, she can feel the warmth and sense of security that Mo Yan gives her. Whenever she feels lost and lonely, Mo Yan is always able to give her strength and courage with his gentle words and profound gaze.
In such days, the woman's heart gradually calmed down, and she began to learn the medical skill of Mo Yan. Her hands gradually gained the ability to hold the healing herbs and she learned how to prepare medicines.
During this process, she discovered her innate sensitivity and insight into medical skills. Whenever she successfully treated injuries for some small animals, a faint smile would appear on her face.
However, Wang Minyi's face still retains the traces of that fall, including the scars from burns and scalds. These deep marks constantly remind her that she has experienced a little-known tragic past.
Whenever she is alone, she always stands in front of the mirror, gazing at those scars, her heart filled with emotions of doubt and searching.
Mo Yan witnessed the plight of the woman and felt a twinge of pain in his heart. Perhaps it was her kindness, as well as her dedication and seriousness in her medical skills, that moved him.
He was determined to use his superb medical skills to help her reshape her appearance, in the hope of helping her break free from her past shadows and embrace a new life.
The morning sunlight sprinkled into the room, Mo Yan said to Wang Minyi, "Miss, if you have confidence in me, I am willing to use my medical skill to help you reshape your appearance and start a new life. Are you willing?"
Surprise flashed in Wang Minyi's eyes, followed by deep contemplation. She bit her lip lightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement, "Mr. Mo, you saved me, and now you are willing to treat my appearance. How can I not be grateful? I'm willing."
Wang Minyi replied without hesitation, "No problem, Mr. Mo Yan, let's set off tomorrow." Mo Yan slowly said, "Miss, we need to go to my old house, where there are more rare medicinal materials, in order to completely heal your facial injuries."
So Mo Yan and Wang Minyi went to Yizhong Mountain together. There, over the next few months, Mo Yan used his medical skills and various rare medicinal herbs to conduct a series of meticulous treatments for Wang Minyi.
The process was both lengthy and painful, but she endured it with great strength.
As nearly half a year passed, the scars on the woman's face gradually faded, and her appearance began to undergo remarkable changes. Reflected in the mirror was a face that was both unfamiliar and beautiful.
When the final treatment ended, the heavy bandages on her face were removed.
"Is this me?" The woman stood in front of the mirror, looking at her completely new appearance, her eyes filled with disbelief.
There were no more burn or scratch scars on her face, replaced instead by a kind of inexplicable beauty and composure.
Mo Yan stood behind her, watching her transformation, feeling a sense of relief in his heart. He softly said, "Yes, from now on, you are Mo Shuiyue, and this appearance represents a brand new you."
Mo Shuiyue turned around, looking at Mo Yan, her eyes shimmering with tears. "Mr. Mo Yan, thank you. It's you who gave me a new life."
From that day on, her original name became a thing of the past, and Mo Shuiyue became her new identity.
Mo Yan stood in the medicinal herb garden, holding a medicinal herb in his hand, while Mo Shuiyue listened attentively beside him.
"This is Polygonum multiflorum, it has a remarkable effect on blood nourishment," Mo Yan's voice was calm, with a passion for medical skill evident in his eyes.
Mo Shuiyue Gently touching the leaves of the herbs, her eyes filled with curiosity: "Can it really turn white hair black?"
Mo Yan smiled slightly: "That's just a folk saying, but it does have a good therapeutic effect on blood deficiency."
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