allonlinenovel Chapter 310 Helpless
Chapter 310 Helpless
"what?"
"Dad, you mean he has lost his memory?"
In the kitchen, Mu Qukong lit the stove and prepared tonight's meal.
At the kitchen door, Mu Qiuhe leaned against the wall, looking at his father's busy figure, and asked in surprise.
Mu Qukong picked up the chopped firewood and added it to the stove. He did not look back, but gave a positive answer.
"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, it's amnesia."
"Maybe it's due to previous head trauma, or maybe it's due to other reasons."
"The way he looks now is typical of someone who has lost their memory and only has instincts left."
"Don't you realize that he not only has no memory, but he also has serious problems with conversation. He can't even understand what he's saying."
Mu Qiuhe clasped his hands over his chest, recalling the scene just now, and nodded involuntarily.
"Yeah, I can't even understand what I'm saying. It's like I have no memory at all."
After a moment, she seemed to have thought of something. Her mouth opened wide, revealing a very reluctant expression. "He has lost his memory. Doesn't that mean he's just like a child? I don't think I'll have to teach him from the beginning."
Hearing this, Mu Qukong paused in the air while adding firewood, as if trying to hold back a laugh: "Uh..."
"Theoretically, that's the case, but think on the bright side. At least he can still speak, you just can't understand what he means. At least you don't have to start with 'babbling' like you would with a toddler."
"but."
Mu Qukong changed the subject, which eased Mu Qiuhe's nervous heart a little and gave her some new hope.
"You can also choose to ignore him. He's awake, able to eat, and knows how to go to the bathroom. At most, you can teach him the basics and leave the rest to his own devices. Who knows, one day he might just kowtow and be fine."
"..."
Mu Qiuhe looked at her father speechlessly, "Did anyone say that?" "What kind of stupid idea is this? No need to think, he must have learned it from Yu!"
Mu Qiuhe seemed to have seen her miserable future. She was only eighteen years old, but she already had to take care of a child, and the child was a boy of similar age to her.
Although he has instincts and is much smarter than children, he has completely lost the basics of life. Mu Qiuhe still has to start from scratch and may even have to teach him how to eat, how to go to the toilet, etc.
The light in Mu Qiuhe's eyes gradually faded. It had just begun, but it seemed like it was already over.
As for her father's later suggestion, she had never thought about it at all. She could not just give up on the person she had saved, nor could she let him just muddle through and fend for himself. If she had known this would happen, she would have rather not saved him earlier. Since she had saved him, she must cure him.
not to mention……
Just as Mu Qiuhe was thinking, Mu Qukong spoke again and interrupted her thoughts.
"Xiao He, go get some firewood from the yard. It's almost burned out."
"Oh, okay."
Mu Qiuhe gathered his thoughts and walked briskly to the yard. Piles of firewood were tied together with ropes and placed under the eaves. Mu Qiuhe picked them carefully and found that the chopped firewood had been used up long ago.
"Dad, we're out of firewood. Wait a minute, I'll chop some for you now."
Not knowing whether her father in the kitchen heard it, she rolled up her sleeves and got busy.
He untied the rope that tied the firewood, and took out his usual axe and whetstone from the house. When he went in, he saw the patient walking out of the ward slowly, holding the wall. His steps were slow, but very steady. It was obvious that lying in bed for a long time had a great impact on him. Fortunately, he did not injure his Achilles tendon when he fell into the water before, otherwise it would be difficult for him to walk now.
After just one look, Mu Qiuhe came out. She dug some stream water from the wooden barrel, sprinkled it on the grindstone, squatted down, and started to get busy.
There was no sound of his father urging him from the kitchen. Perhaps he had heard what he said, or perhaps he had figured out that even if he urged him, he would not be able to produce firewood.
Although Mu Qiuhe has some abilities, he can only carry heavy objects and does not know how to use a sword. If he wants to chop wood, he can only use the most primitive method. His father is very similar to him, otherwise there would not be an axe at home.
After grinding for a while, Mu Qiuhe stood up. The sharp axe blade was shining. Mu Qiuhe nodded with satisfaction, then stood up the firewood, raised the axe with both hands, and chopped it down. Under such gravity, the whole firewood was split into two halves.
Then Mu Qiuhe picked up the wood that was split in half and split it again.
Mu Qiuhe didn't care at all about making mistakes. Although she didn't have the ability to cut, it was no problem for her to use her ability to hold the firewood. No matter how hard she swung, it would not hit herself or others, unless she had ulterior motives.
After splitting several pieces in a row, Mu Qiuhe quickly used her ability to pick up the firewood on the ground. With her delicate operation, the firewood was picked up one by one by the invisible big hand, and then piled into a triangle and floated in the air. After finishing everything, Mu Qiuhe hummed a song and walked towards the kitchen.
As soon as I walked into the kitchen, I saw my father sitting by the stove, looking at me helplessly. The firewood in the stove had long been burned out, leaving only a few flames still flickering.
"If you come any faster, we won't have dinner."
Hearing his father's words, Mu Qiuhe rolled his eyes speechlessly.
"You didn't chop the wood yourself, so you blame me. It would have been fine if you didn't chop it, but you didn't even bother to store some in advance."
"I've done it as fast as I can!"
"And why do you always speak the same tone as Yu? Have you been possessed by him?"
Mu Qukong shrugged, "No, I just saw him chatting with you like this, and you are quite used to it."
After hearing his father's words, Mu Qiuhe didn't know what to say for a moment and fell into a brief silence.
She looked at her father with her big eyes, feeling helpless and speechless.
"Look, do I sound like I like him?"
"I was helpless!"
While the two were bickering, there was a sudden noise outside the door.
Mu Qiuhe put down the firewood, turned around and looked behind him, only to find that the patient had walked out of the house at some point. Without the support of the wall, he fell to the ground. Judging from the sound, it seemed that he fell quite hard.
Seeing the patient lying on the ground, Mu Qiuhe sighed helplessly.
"Why are they all like this?"
Ignoring his father's expression, Mu Qiuhe walked out of the kitchen, walked to the patient, squatted down, put the patient's arm on his shoulder, and used his own strength to support him up.
"Hey, can you wait until you feel better before going out?"
"I already had bruises on my body, and I fell again when I came out."