"I’m fine," she quickly shook her head, trying to persuade the man to lie back down, but instead, he got out of bed. He picked her up and placed her on the bed, then crouched down and gently lifted her small foot. Seeing the mud and blood on her sole, his brow furrowed more and more. She tugged at him, "I’m really fine, you’ve been hurt. Take off the bandage, let me take a look?" But he fiercely glared at her, "Sit still!" If it were under usual circumstances, she could shamelessly ignore the man’s cold attitude. But when he was truly angry, she could sense it, and felt a bit uneasy inside. His serious demeanor was somewhat frightening. She swallowed, feeling aggrieved, "Look, you’re scolding me again..." Her eyes reddened, "You never scolded me before..." But ever since his memory loss, he would strangle her, chase her away. He was always harsh to her, he wasn’t good to her. She sniffled, feeling wronged, and the man she was accusing with tearful eyes appeared dumbfounded: "I..." I didn’t do it on purpose. He wanted to explain, but felt powerless inside, ending with a light sigh. Liang Zhichen stepped out and summoned a few people, fetched some clean water, and had them bring gauze and medicine. He personally worked. Placing the foot basin by her feet, he helped clean her dirty little feet, and she felt embarrassed, wanting to move. But as soon as she moved slightly, he glared at her again. She felt even more wronged. Liang Zhichen also felt quite helpless inside. Her soles had many small wounds. He held her ankle, his long, slender hands gentle yet firm, helping to remove the tiny stones deeply embedded in the wounds, cleaning them, then applying cool ointment, and finally wrapping her small feet up in white gauze like dumplings. A bit disdainful of his "craftsmanship," wasn’t this wrapping a bit too ugly? It certainly didn’t match her aesthetic. But it was still relatively neat... It’s just, her two pig trotters had turned into big dumplings... Uninformed people might think her feet had caught some unspeakable strange disease. His big hands cradled her feet, placing them back onto the bed, then pulled a quilt to cover her legs. "Don’t move around today, I’ll inform Shu Yu." Dong Huiying opened her mouth... He probably didn’t know, she was actually the "Doctor." Such minor injuries, just some ointment would heal them in no time. But... suddenly she paused. No, he wasn’t unaware, he knew, he was just pretending not to know. Pretending not to know about her abilities, not knowing how skilled her medical skill was, so he could use taking care of her, caring for her, to increase their time spent together... Her throat choked, she couldn’t utter a single word. "Mm..." She nodded, then bowed her head, saying no more. He suddenly raised his hand to gently rub her head top: "I think maybe both of us were somewhat mistaken." She looked at him puzzled. He said, "Whether it’s the past me or the current me, it’s still me. It’s just the personality that’s different. If you want the me from before, I can change back, right?" Her mouth slightly agape, after a long while, she finally said dumbfoundedly: "But is that really good for you?"