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In the palace, Li Chung-Shen's mood became increasingly restless. Since Wang Minyi went missing, his heart has been filled with guilt and worry for her day and night.
He sent out a large number of people to search, but there was still no news.
Half a year passed, Li Chung-Shen and his attendants continued to ask everyone they met along the way, showing them Wang Minyi's portrait, hoping to find her whereabouts.
They walked through every forest, crossed every hill, but still could not find any trace of Wang Minyi. Li Chung-Shen was filled with anxiety and unease, his eyes revealing deep sorrow.
In this long search, they finally arrived at a place called "Yizhong Mountain." The scenery here was pleasant, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, surrounded by dense trees and lush bamboo groves, creating a tranquil atmosphere.
Li Chung-Shen and his attendants held a portrait, asking everyone they met if they had seen the woman in the portrait. However, most people shook their heads, indicating they had not seen her.
Just when Li Chung-Shen was about to lose hope, he saw from a distance a man and a woman standing in the herb garden. The woman's figure bore some resemblance to the Wang Minyi he had been searching for.
He was overjoyed and immediately spurred his horse forward. As he approached the woman, he dismounted and hurried over, gripping her hand excitedly.
The woman turned her head, her face veiled in white, revealing only a pair of clear eyes. Her gaze was filled with surprise and confusion as she angrily asked, "Who are you? Why are you grabbing onto me?"
Li Chung-Shen's heart tightened, he did not expect it to be such a situation.
His attendant quickly stepped forward to explain: "Miss, we are truly sorry. You look very similar to the person we are looking for, and we have been searching for half a year. That's why our master acted rashly out of impatience. Please forgive us."
Li Chung-Shen's heart was filled with uncertainty and anxiety. He pleaded, "Miss, could you please take off your white veil so that I can see your face clearly?"
The woman looked at Mo Yan beside her, and Mo Yan nodded in agreement. The woman then began to reach out to gently remove her white veil.
Li Chung-Shen's eyes were filled with urgency and hope, his heart racing in this moment. His gaze was tightly locked on the woman, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure, stirring indescribable emotions within him.
Mo Shuiyue slowly lifted the white veil covering her face. When her face was fully revealed to everyone, a serene atmosphere seemed to solidify in that moment.
Li Chung-Shen's eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment. Although the face had a somewhat familiar contour, it was so unfamiliar.
Her eyes were as clear as water, with no scars like Wang Minyi on her face, and no hesitation or panic. Instead, there was a kind of calm and composure.
"Miss, do you really not recognize me?" Li Chung-Shen's voice trembled, filled with uncertainty and anxiety.
Mo Shuiyue stared at Li Chung-Shen, showing no recognition in her eyes. "I don't know you, who are you?"
Li Chung-Shen's heart sank, a hint of despair flashed in his eyes. He turned to look at Mo Yan, his eyes filled with inquiry.
Mo Yan explained softly, "This girl is my sister, apprenticing with me. Her name is Mo Shuiyue, she really is not the person you are looking for."
Li Chung-Shen's heart was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and his face turned pale. He turned his head and gazed at Mo Shuiyue again, trying to find a familiar glimmer in her eyes.
"Min-yi, do you really not remember me? I am Li Chung-Shen, the Third Prince, your..." Li Chung-Shen's voice choked with emotion.
Mo Shuiyue's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, and there seemed to be a vague feeling in her heart, but she couldn't connect this feeling with the man in front of her.
"Sir, I really don't know you," her voice was low, with a hint of helplessness.
Li Chung-Shen's heart was filled with pain and helplessness, a hint of tears flashed in his eyes. He looked deeply at Mo Shuiyue and then turned away, filled with endless sadness and regret.
Mo Shuiyue stood in place, watching Li Chung-Shen walk away, feeling an indescribable emotion in her heart. She turned to look at Mo Yan, her eyes filled with confusion.
Mo Yan gently patted her shoulder, "Moonlight on the Water, perhaps some things should just let them go with the wind. What you need now is a fresh start."
Mo Shuiyue nodded, although her heart was full of doubts, she knew that Mo Yan was right. What she needed was a new beginning, a new life belonging to Mo Shuiyue.
Since that day, Mo Shuiyue began to focus more on learning martial arts and medical skills.
Under Mo Yan's guidance, she gradually mastered many advanced techniques, becoming more agile, and her medical skills also became increasingly exquisite.
Although there is still a hint of confusion about the past in her heart, she is more focused on the present, concentrating on her own growth and progress.
In Mo Yan's study, sunlight streamed through the window and onto the dusty bookshelves filled with various medical classics.
Mo Shuiyue sat at the table by the window, engrossed in flipping through a yellowed ancient book, her eyes revealing a thirst for knowledge and reverence for medical skill.
"Mr. Mo, this 'Compendium of Materia Medica' is truly profound and extensive." Her voice carried a hint of awe, as if in admiration of the profound knowledge contained in this ancient text.
Mo Yan gently took another heavy book from the bookshelf and walked over to her, handing it to her. "You should also read this 'Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon.' It will greatly help in understanding the mysteries of the human body." His voice was calm, yet filled with expectations for his disciple.
Mo Shuiyue Taking the book, a hint of determination and resolve flashed in her eyes: "I will definitely learn it well." Her voice was filled with unyielding ambition.
Mo Shuiyue Standing by the patient's bed, she held a shining silver acupuncture needle. An elderly woman lay on the bed, her face pale, with weariness and pain in her eyes.
"Relax, this needle will make you feel better." Mo Shuiyue's voice was gentle and soothing, but her technique was firm and decisive, showing her mastery and confidence in medical skill.
The elderly woman nodded, her eyes showing deep trust in Mo Shuiyue: "Doctor Mo, I believe in you."
As the acupuncture needle accurately pierced the acupoint, the old woman's complexion gradually regained its rosy color. She looked at Mo Shuiyue in astonishment and said, "My leg no longer hurts. It's truly incredible."
Mo Shuiyue smiled with a sense of accomplishment on her face. Her smile was like the sunshine of spring, warm and beautiful, shining in every corner.
At this moment, she deeply felt the joy and responsibility of being a Doctor, the immense satisfaction brought by the ability to help others.
It's as if her former self had never truly mastered anything. Although she doesn't remember past events, that sense of uncertainty has always lingered in her mind.
Now, she has finally found her own position and value.
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