Seeing Su Guihua's expression, Yang Xiaobao frowned slightly and asked suspiciously: "Sister, are you okay?"
"ah?"
Su Guihua was startled, turned around from the shock, frowned and said: "Xiaobao, you... when did you learn to help people treat illnesses? Zhou Dajun's strange disease has appeared in eight villages ten miles away.
He called many doctors, but to no avail. How...how did you cure him?"
"this?"
Yang Xiaobao was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment. It was impossible to tell Su Guihua that he could cure Zhou Dajun because of the inheritance of the mountain god, right?
"Um?"
Seeing that Yang Xiaobao didn't speak for a long time, Su Guihua glanced at her and called out: "Xiaobao?"
Hearing this, Yang Xiaobao finally recovered from his confusion, smiled and said: "Sister, I don't know how to cure any disease, but I cured Zhou Dajun by accident."
"Accidental collision?"
Su Guihua was surprised and looked at Yang Xiaobao doubtfully.
If it were for other things, she would still believe it by mistake, but in this matter of treating a disease, how could there be anything wrong with it?
Just when Su Guihua hesitated, Yang Xiaobao hurriedly pursed his lips and changed the subject: "Sister, you must be hungry too, right? I'll go to the kitchen to cook for you!"
After saying this, Yang Xiaobao walked straight into the kitchen without waiting for Su Guihua to say anything in response.
Seeing Yang Xiaobao's retreating figure, Su Guihua's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.
For some reason, since Yang Xiaobao returned to normal, she felt that Yang Xiaobao had become extremely mysterious.
"call!"
While thinking about it, Su Guihua took a long breath and muttered to herself: "Maybe I think too much!"
Afterwards, she calmed down and didn't think about it any more.
More than half an hour later, Yang Xiaobao's meal was ready.
Not long after eating, there was a knock on the door outside the yard.
"Boom!"
Hearing the sound, Yang Xiaobao frowned for a moment, then without thinking much, he stood up and opened the courtyard door.
When he saw the person standing outside the courtyard gate, Yang Xiaobao was surprised and unconsciously shouted: "He Lao!"
Without saying goodbye, the visitor turned out to be He Simiao, a medical expert from the provincial capital.
Earlier, Yang Xiaobao returned with He Simiao.
Because Su Guihua disappeared, Yang Xiaobao asked He Simiao to wait at home while he went to look for Su Guihua.
Who would have thought that after all this trouble, it would already be night.
By the time Yang Xiaobao returned home, He Simiao had already left.
"Brother Yang, I'm really sorry. I saw you didn't come back for a long time, so I went back to Zhou's house first."
He Simiao looked at Yang Xiaobao apologetically and said.
Yang Xiaobao calmed down and responded with a smile: "He Lao said something harsh. It's all my fault. I didn't say hello to you in advance and made you wait for so long."
As he said this, Yang Xiaobao made the mistake of getting out of the way, and then welcomed He Simiao into his home.
Su Guihua looked a little restrained after seeing guests coming.
At this time, Yang Xiaobao came forward and introduced: "Sister, let me introduce to you. This is He Simiao, a medical expert from the provincial capital."
"Hello... Mr. He, hello!"
Su Guihua said politely.
He Simiao nodded and said softly: "Brother Yang, she must be the patient you mentioned at Zhou's house before, right?"
Yang Xiaobao hummed slightly and responded: "That's right, my sister, Su Guihua."
With that said, Yang Xiaobao looked at Su Guihua and explained: "Sister, Mr. He came here to see your leg injury. He came from a large hospital in the provincial capital. You let him have a look."
"ah?"
Su Guihua looked confused and wanted to say something, but she was speechless for a moment.
After a long while, she nodded lightly and responded: "Okay!"
Afterwards, He Simiao did not hesitate and directly examined Su Guihua on the spot.
Yang Xiaobao stood aside and said nothing, disturbing He Simiao.
Su Guihua had a shy face, looking a little embarrassed.
After a good inspection, He Simiao stood up slowly, his expression looking solemn and his face ugly.
Seeing He Simiao's expression, Yang Xiaobao's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely guessed something.
"He Lao, I... can my leg injury still be cured?"
Suddenly, Su Guihua took the lead and asked.
"this?"
Hearing Su Guihua's words, He Simiao was stunned and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Seeing this, Su Guihua smiled helplessly, took a deep breath, and then said: "Mr. He, if you have anything to say, just say it. I can bear it."
Hearing this, He Simiao narrowed his eyes slightly and responded without any further delay: "Osmanthus, your leg has been injured for a few years, right?"
Su Guihua nodded and replied: "It's been many years."
"Why!"
He Simiao sighed helplessly, and then said: "A lot of the tissues in your legs are all necrotic. I can only say... there is not much hope for you to stand up again."
"call!"
After what He Simiao said, Su Guihua couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Then, she smiled faintly and said, "It's okay. I have actually expected such a result."
He Simiao was stunned for a moment, then turned his attention to Yang Xiaobao.
What surprised He Simiao was that Yang Xiaobao's expression didn't have much fluctuation, and he didn't seem to be moved at all by his diagnosis.
"Brother Yang, I'm really sorry, I... there's nothing I can do!"
After a moment of silence, He Simiao suddenly said this, looking at Yang Xiaobao with apologetic eyes.
Yang Xiaobao smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, He Lao. Thank you for speaking out."
"this……"
He Simiao was stunned and opened his mouth several times to speak, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
After a while, he glanced at Yang Xiaobao and asked seriously: "Brother Yang, you...you can't cure Guihua's leg injury, right?"
In He Simiao's opinion, the reason why Yang Xiaobao acted so calmly was because he was sure of curing Su Guihua's leg injury.
Yang Xiaobao was slightly surprised when he suddenly heard He Simiao's question. There was a flash of embarrassment in his eyes.
Seeing that Yang Xiaobao didn't respond for a long time, He Simiao didn't ask any more questions, so he said goodbye and left.
After He Simiao left, Yang Xiaobao looked at Su Guihua.
At this time, the smile on Su Guihua's face had disappeared, replaced by a trace of sadness.
"Sister, don't think too much. Nothing is absolute."
Yang Xiaobao looked at Su Guihua with a smile and expressed relief.
Hearing this, Su Guihua didn't say anything in response, she just forced out a smile.