Huangfu Xian awoke to the sound of slurping.
As he opened his eyes, he realized he was lying in an unfamiliar room with crude beams above him. The walls didn’t resemble those of the Imperial Palace nor a farmhouse; a large wardrobe sat at the end of the room beside a desk.
Opposite the bed was a window letting in bright daylight.
Perhaps it is instinctual for all beings to be drawn to light, Huangfu Xian subconsciously glanced toward the direction of the incoming light. It was too bright, forcing him to squint.
Slurp, slurp.
The sound of saliva came again.
After taking a moment to adjust to the light, Huangfu Xian opened his eyes once more and saw a cradle near the window.
The cradle was originally higher than the bed, but its railings were openwork, and Huangfu Xian could clearly see the little baby inside.
The baby was sucking on his fingers, and that was the source of the slurping sounds.
In this strange environment, the silent room took on a different kind of warmth and vitality because of this small, quiet life.
Suddenly, a young figure stepped in. He glanced at Huangfu Xian, who was twisting his head to look at the cradle, then followed Huangfu Xian’s gaze to Gu Xiaobao in the cradle and smiled, walking over to pinch Gu Xiaobao’s face, "Xiaobao, are you awake?"
Gu Xiaobao gave him a look and continued to suck his fingers.
"How can you be so good? Wake up with nobody around and not even cry," he said with a chuckle before turning his head toward Huangfu Xian, his expression slightly more formal, "You’re awake too?"
Huangfu Xian’s gaze fell on the man’s face, "Doctor Song."
Doctor Song was surprised, "You know me?"
Huangfu Xian was still quite weak. He nodded slightly and said, "We returned together from the border. On the road, I heard someone calling you by that name."
Doctor Song realized and smiled, "Ah, I see. You have a good memory. I didn’t even remember being called that for you to hear."
"I was in the carriage," Huangfu Xian said.
Even in the carriage, given a medical team of over a hundred people, remembering a name just from hearing it called out once shows that Huangfu Xian’s memory was exceptionally strong.
Could it be because I’m more handsome?
Huangfu Xian, "Your square face, it’s easy to recognize."
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