Chapter 150 Will He Leave?

If Bai Zhi said such words in the past, Hu Changlin would not believe it even if he was beaten to death, but from what happened recently, Bai Zhi really understands medical skills. Didn't he give Master Na Meng a prescription yesterday?

That is the official of the imperial court. If he didn't really understand, how could Bai Zhi give him a prescription casually?

"Okay, you can treat it how you want, and I will listen to you. If you can really cure Hu Feng, then you are the benefactor of our Hu family!"

Bai Zhi smiled lightly, glanced sideways at Hu Feng's closed door, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Hu, aren't you afraid that Hu Feng will leave you after he recovers his memory?"

Uncle Hu sighed, and his voice was also desolate: "I'm afraid, how can I not be afraid, but even if I'm afraid, I can't help but let Hu Feng heal this injury, after all, he has his own past and life, he doesn't belong to us, he Such a person must have a better future waiting for him, so he can't be allowed to grow in the mountains for a lifetime, right? I can't be so selfish, I'd rather be alone than cut off his future."

Bai Zhi's nose is sore when she hears it. She believes that Hu Feng in the house must have heard it. He is so lucky to meet such a good person in such a place, give him a home, give him warmth and care, everything Put him first, think about him, and don't expect anything in return.

She said to Hu Changlin: "Uncle Hu, I also asked Hu Feng the same question. I asked him, if he remembered who he was, where his hometown was, and where his relatives were, what would he do? Will you go?"

Hu Changlin suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Bai Zhi's eyes: "He, what did he say?"

Bai Zhi said word by word: "he said, he will leave, but you will always be his father. Wherever he is, there will be you."

As soon as the words fell, tears welled up in Hu Changlin's eyes, and the expression on his face was not knowing whether he was crying or laughing: "Hu Fenghe, did he really say that?"

Bai Zhi nodded: "every word is correct, I believe him, he is not an ungrateful person."

Hu Changlin nodded, tugging at his sleeves and wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "It's good that he has this kind of heart, and it's good that he has this kind of heart."

The three years of hard work seem to have paid off, and he is very happy.

Hu Feng doesn't like to talk on weekdays. He keeps a straight face all day long, and he doesn't say these kind words to him. I really can't imagine that such words will come out of Hu Feng's mouth.

Although it was separated by a door, the voices from outside came into his ears without falling into his ears. Hu Changlin's righteousness and Bai Zhi's caring, all collided with his heart, that hard and rock-like heart, As if a hole was torn open at this moment, something slowly and truly got in, and took root deeply in his heart.

This night, he slept very soundly. In his dream, he no longer desperately chased after those vague figures, no longer tried to figure out who those people were, and ignored his tired sweating profusely. He stopped his footsteps, turned his head, and saw Hu Changlin who was smiling and beckoning to him in the distance. He turned around and strode towards him, no longer confused and anxious, no longer hesitant and regretful.

When I woke up, it was dawn and I was refreshed.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long, long time. Since he came here, since he couldn't find his memory, he kept having the same dream over and over again. In the dream, he desperately chased those figures. Ask who they are, who he is.