Li Zheng, who had been huddled in the corner, watched everyone thank Zhan Qingyue and greet him politely, showing full respect.
He began to feel secretly unhappy.
A girl whose hair has not yet fully grown can cure diseases and fight bandits, but it is just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.
These untouchables really took her seriously!
She was the elder of Qingyue. It had only been a few days, but they, the untouchables, didn't even recognize her as an upright person.
"How proud are you? If you praise her so highly, you may fall to death."
Li Zheng cursed in a low voice, feeling extremely hateful in his heart. He wished he could tear off Zhan Qingyue's head and play it with a ball, so that she could know who the real Li Zheng was in this village.
"My family, this Zhan Qingyue's prestige is getting higher and higher, almost eclipsing you. If things continue like this, there will be no place for you in the eyes of these untouchables."
Li Zheng's wife, Mrs. Qian, was cursing and looking around with evil eyes, and she gradually had an idea in her mind.
After all, he was the person on his pillow. When his wife twisted her waist, he knew that this woman must not be holding back anything good.
Li Zheng scanned the people around him, and when he saw that they were far enough away from his home, he deliberately lowered his voice and said to his wife Qian: "My dear, do you have some idea of harming people?"
Hearing this, Mr. Qian put a sinister smile on his lips and leaned close to Li Zheng's ear.
"Isn't everyone supporting her now? With so many people in the team injured due to bandits, we might as well start with..."
As she spoke, she showed a sly smile, as if she was full of confidence in the idea she came up with, just waiting for Zhan Qingyue to be unlucky.
"What a great idea! It's really yours, it's amazing."
Li Zheng kept praising him.
Li Zheng's son Zhang Dabao, who was collecting firewood nearby, was returning with a bundle of firewood.
He vaguely heard his father and mother discussing about Zhan Qingyue and bandits. Although he didn't hear everything, they were pretty much the same, and there was not a good word about Zhan Qingyue from their mouths.
Li Zheng's son Zhang Dabao's brows twitched. Could it be that his parents were trying to cause trouble again?
Thinking of this, his face gradually grew long and dark, as black as the bottom of the pot.
"Father, mother, what do you want to do?" Zhang Dabao interrupted the two people's plans unceremoniously, and said coldly: "Miss Yue is a very good person. Without her, our team would not know How many people are going to die!"
Qian gave him a disdainful look, stretched out a finger with a lot of black mud hidden between the nails, and gently poked Zhang Dabao's forehead.
"I said what's in your head? What stupid things are you saying? You're still my son, aren't you?"
A series of questions were thrown to Zhang Dabao.
I saw Zhang Dongbao lowering his head, biting the corners of his lips. After a long time, he gritted his back molars and said patiently: "Don't you know whether I am your biological son?"
"You two, don't worry about these things. Miss Yue is really a good person!"
"What the hell, what happened to good people? The most indispensable thing in this world is good people, who can be used as food and clothing!"
Mr. Qian pretended to be serious: "Silly son, if you don't take care of yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth! I think you were drunk by that dead girl Zhan Qingyue."
Zhang Dabao also wanted to refute her theory and speak for Zhan Qingyue, but he heard his father-in-law, who had never spoken, say seriously: "Your mother is right, if you don't care for yourself, you will be destroyed by heaven and earth. She, Zhan Qingyue, is not happy to be in the limelight. What? Let’s make good use of this opportunity and let her steal the spotlight, haha, when the time comes..."
Zhang Lizheng had a sinister smile on his face, which made people very uneasy.
Suddenly, he stopped talking and stared at Zhang Dabao closely.
"You kid, be smart and stop asking others to take advantage of you. Look at what happened last night. Do you think you are stupid? You just rush forward regardless of your illness..."
But after finally recovering, many people began to have problems.
When someone was injured by the Dou Shan Bandit last night, he simply bandaged it with a cloth strip, but then he started to feel pain and bleed.
Women, children and elderly people were frightened and began to suffer from various symptoms such as palpitations and panic.
Although the old doctor who helped with medical treatment in the ancestral hall had recovered a lot from the epidemic, he was still very weak. Now he was very busy bandaging wounds, changing dressings and treating patients.
After experiencing the epidemic, the old doctor was quite convinced of Zhan Qingyue.
What's more, in the entire team, there is no one else except the two of them who can help with diagnosis and medicine.
He hurriedly sent a boy from the village to call him.
Zhan Qingyue didn't hesitate at all, and followed the boy in the village with a cloth bag half an arm deep, preparing to support the old doctor.
"Sister Yueyue, let me come with you." Han Yiyun was afraid that Zhan Qingyue would refuse, so he kicked his legs quickly: "My legs are not in the way. I can still do the small things of helping boil the medicine and watching the fire. Gotta get it.”
Zhan Qingyue raised her eyes and looked around Han Yiyun carefully. Seeing that he was not in serious trouble, she agreed.
Arriving under the shade of the tree where the old doctor sat for consultation, Zhan Qingyue put the bag on the ground.
Cui's sister-in-law, who was originally waiting in line behind the old doctor, jumped over quickly.
"Miss Yue, please help me take a look. As soon as I close my eyes, the village is full of bandits and fire. I can't sleep, I can't sleep at all."
Zhan Qingyue raised her eyes and looked at Cui's sister-in-law's black eyelids. She just said a faint "hmm" and started to feel Cui's sister-in-law's pulse.
"Kidney blood deficiency and excessive thinking."
The Cui family's sister-in-law looked at the old god like her, and while reciting these eight words, she stretched out her fingers to count them.
"Miss Yue, I know these eight characters separately, but why can't I understand them together?"
Zhan Qingyue rubbed her hands helplessly: "It's commonly known as being scared out of your wits."
Before Cui's sister-in-law could open her mouth to speak, she heard her yelling at the top of her lungs: "Who else has this symptom? Let's take medicine together."
When the people behind heard the words, they started talking in a variety of ways.
Seeing that Zhan Qingyue had finally solved a group of people with the same disease, Han Yiyun was about to find a way to step forward and ask Zhan Qingyue to arrange work for him.
Before she could say anything, Zhan Qingyue was surrounded by several more patients.
Han Yiyun had no choice but to stand aside silently, waiting quietly for Zhan Qingyue's call.
I saw her concentrating on the diagnosis, and after looking around, she took out the medicinal materials from the cloth bag she brought.
A small coarse cloth bag actually contained so many medicinal materials.
After grabbing medicine from several people in a row, the contents of the bag were not missing.
Han Yiyun, who had been paying attention to Zhan Qingyue, naturally discovered this clue and thought that this was probably a secret that she could not tell, right?
How can just a cloth bag be enough? If it is broken by someone, the ordinary man is not guilty, but the person with the jade is guilty.
Thinking of this, Han Yiyun returned home, picked up tools, walked to the nearby forest, selected a relatively straight pine wood, and planned to make a medicine box for Zhan Qingyue.
