Lu Wuming was right; his current condition was indeed a significant problem.
However, upon hearing his question, Shen Muzhi stared at him with surprise for a moment. Then, he let out a helpless smile and said, "The way you treated Liu Buli before, I thought your memory had returned to normal. So, it was just an illusion, and you haven't recovered any memories, just simply regained your feelings for Liu Buli?"
Lu Wuming listened to his question, pondered it seriously, and then shook his head gently. He said, "My feelings for him have never changed much. It was just that in the Ghost City, due to the misguidance of the Ghost King and others, I mistook that feeling for hatred. But after seeing him, I realized it wasn't hatred at all; it was love so strong it was etched into my bones. Even without memories, something like this isn't easily forgotten."
Listening to his explanation, Shen Muzhi considered it carefully and found it quite reasonable.
After all, if it were him, even if his memories of You Siqi were muddled, he should still remember the person.
No, not "should."
He would definitely still remember that person. No matter how others saw it, no matter how many times others denied it, he himself could firmly ascertain that it would never be wrong.
Taking a deep breath, Shen Muzhi re-evaluated Lu Wuming's question. He then pointed to his own face and asked hesitantly, "What about me? And others, how much can you recall? Tell me whatever you can, I don't necessarily need you to remember everything now, but from a physician's perspective, it would give me some peace of mind."
Lu Wuming listened to his question and once again fell into a state of silent contemplation. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Actually, I don't remember much. I just have a simple feeling that you are a very important person to us. A very good friend, but what exactly happened between us, to be honest, I don't remember very clearly. I just have a sense of familiarity, and if I had to say, it's different from how I feel about others."
Lu Wuming spoke very earnestly, and it was clear that he was genuinely following Shen Muzhi's advice, expressing all his thoughts honestly.
However, upon hearing this, Shen Muzhi couldn't help but laugh.
Perhaps it was only at times like this that Lu Wuming would unhesitatingly admit their friendship. To hear him say this once in his lifetime, Shen Muzhi felt it was already a great achievement.
But even so, it also proved one thing: the demonic art that the ghost tribe had cast on him had indeed been exceptionally effective.
Lu Wuming's memories had been so thoroughly jumbled that he could say such things without batting an eye. From a certain perspective, it had brought about considerable shock and change.
But as for how to solve this problem…
Shen Muzhi frowned seriously.
He thought for a long time, and finally, he gently shook his head. With a sigh, he said, "If we're just talking about this matter, from a medicinal perspective, I can't offer you a solution. But from the perspective of cultivation techniques, the simplest way to break a technique cast upon you is for the caster to remove it themselves. However, I don't think he would ever do that. So, there's another way: kill the caster. I suspect you already know this, even if I don't tell you?"
Lu Wuming nodded.
In the cultivation world, this was basic common sense. If he could have killed Chu Yi, he would have done so long ago.
But the problem was that he couldn't do it right now, and that was precisely why he was so conflicted.
Seeing Lu Wuming fall into silence again, Shen Muzhi reached out and patted his shoulder. He said, "There's no need to worry about these things now. Memories and the like, whether they can be recovered or not, aren't that important. After all, from your current perspective, being able to distinguish between friend and foe is already quite difficult. And since you can do that, it means their techniques have lost their effect. You are still normal, so you don't need to worry too much about this."
Shen Muzhi was earnestly trying to comfort his patient from a physician's standpoint.
However, after hearing his comfort, Lu Wuming didn't feel much relief.
Instead, after a moment of silence, he shook his head very firmly and said, "Memories are still very important, especially the memories I've lost. I can be sure that there are some particularly important things that I absolutely do not want to forget."
Shen Muzhi pondered.
He couldn't refute such a statement.
After all, everyone had their most cherished memories hidden in their hearts. They were like flowers blooming in a barren plain, capable of transforming a life of darkness into brilliance. Shen Muzhi had such things too. But he assumed they must be some warm and sweet stories, stories belonging to Lu Wuming and Liu Buli, so he didn't pry further out of consideration.
For this very reason, Shen Muzhi would never understand that the most important memories Lu Wuming considered were actually very simple: their intimate moments.
Although they had been staying in the room during this period, Lu Wuming felt a sense of inexplicable nostalgia every time they interacted. It was as if he had experienced the same thing countless times before, but he couldn't recall any of the details, and that was what pained him the most.
Apart from that, everything else was as Shen Muzhi had said. As long as he could distinguish which side he belonged to, other memories were indeed not that important.
Because those memories might not have much to do with Liu Buli.
Even though everything was now muddled, Lu Wuming could still be absolutely certain—
His life revolved entirely around Liu Buli.
So, if possible, it would be fine if only his memories related to Liu Buli were restored. After all, for him, that was his entire world.
As long as there was Liu Buli, it was enough.