The middle-aged man turned around and walked into the house. The aunt smiled and pulled Wanyang and said, "Girl, come with me."
Wanyang followed the aunt's footsteps and entered the house, while the middle-aged man went up to the bamboo building.
There was a bed in the house, with a boy about five or six years old sleeping on it. Next to the boy was an old bow and arrow.
The boy's clothes were in tatters and his face was dirty.
Wanyang glanced at it, then lowered her head and followed her aunt over, sitting at the bamboo table.
At this time, the boy opened his eyes, and there was obviously a dull look in his eyes. He glanced at Wanyang, ignored her, and just continued to sleep with his eyes closed.
The aunt stood up, poured a cup of tea for Wanyang, and patted her shoulder, "Girl, please wait a moment. Since the patriarch has let you in, he will definitely show you the way down the mountain."
Wanyang nodded obediently, thanked her again, picked up the bamboo tea cup and took a sip.
She put down her teacup and looked around. The room was neat and clean, but there was a gloomy feeling about it.
"How did that girl downstairs get lost and end up here with us? You must not take it lightly."
On the second floor, an old man in gray robe sat on the bamboo bed and said to the patriarch who came upstairs.
This man is the old patriarch of this tribe.
He is also the father of the current clan leader.
Although his face is old, he is still in good spirits. He looks like a healthy old man with no illnesses.
The patriarch frowned, "I know, it was the strong mother-in-law who brought her here. She doesn't look like a bad person."
"Hmph~" The old man snorted coldly again and said disdainfully: "Don't forget, our clan has suffered losses from foreign races for generations. If it weren't for the support of the skills passed down from our ancestors, how would our clan be where we are today?
Days, remember what I taught you, be careful in everything!"
"Yes!" the patriarch said quickly.
At this time, Wanyang finished drinking tea and saw the patriarch and an old man coming downstairs. He quickly stood up, saluted the two elders and said, "Sir, patriarch, I really disturb you."
At this time, the old man looked at Wanyang, with a bit of inquiry and scrutiny in his eyes, "What's your name?"
Wanyang lowered his head and said, "My name is Wanyang."
"Wanyang?" the old man repeated.
Wanyang nodded and said, "Yes."
Seeing that the old man was looking at her, Wanyang thought of the boy on the bamboo bed, so she turned around and pointed in the direction of the boy.
"Uncle, patriarch, I think these children are different from ordinary children. My family runs a medical clinic. In order to thank the patriarch for helping me lead the way, I can check his pulse."
After hearing this, a flash of vigilance flashed across the faces of the old man and the clan leader, but it only took a moment to cover up.
They exchanged glances with each other, and the patriarch said: "The girl's family runs a medical clinic? 8
Wanyang smiled and said: "Yes, patriarch, although my family runs a small medical clinic and it is not very famous, the medical skills are passed down from ancestors. Many people will come to my medical clinic to seek medical treatment!"
At this point, the patriarch's eyes showed a more vigilant mood, and then he regained his composure and said, "Don't bother me, girl, my grandson..."
Just as the patriarch was about to refuse, the old man in gray robe next to him stopped him, and then looked at Wanyang, "My child is a bit unusual compared with others. Since the girl's family runs a medical clinic, I would like to trouble you to take a look.
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Wanyang nodded, turned around and walked to the bed and sat down.
Then she stretched out her hand and touched the boy's pulse, feeling it carefully.
At this time, the boy suddenly woke up and was startled when he saw Wanyang's stretched out hand. He shrank back suddenly, looking panicked.
The way the boy opened his eyes allowed Wanyang to tell at a glance that the child's eating habits were not congenital.
It's like a mental illness caused by frightening stimulation when I was young.
"Kid, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Wan Yang comforted her softly.
After hearing these words, the boy seemed to feel relieved a little, but he still did not completely trust Wanyang and was still hiding timidly under the quilt.
"What's your name?" Wanyang tried to communicate with the boy.
The boy looked at Wanyang, his eyes a little confused, and he didn't speak for a while.
The old man frowned and asked, "How about it? Can his dementia be cured?"
Wanyang shook his head and said: "Uncle, his dementia is probably caused by being frightened when he was young. It is not impossible to cure it, but you have to tell me in detail why this child was frightened?"
After listening to Wanyang's words, the old man frowned and began to think deeply.
He was thinking about whether to tell Wanyang about it.
Grandpa Yepan, the patriarch, was thinking about it.
About ten minutes later, the clan leader raised his head and looked at Wanyang and said:
"It turned out that he had an older brother and younger sister. Two years ago, the three brothers and sisters went to play in the woods together. As a result, his elder brother and younger sister suddenly went crazy and ran to the river. When we adults found out, we quickly stepped forward to stop him, but his elder brother
He was drowning and we rescued him, but..."
Having said this, he paused, glanced at the shivering boy in the quilt, sighed, and said: "His mother was so depressed because of this incident that she died of illness within two months. From then on, she became
I became stupid."
The aunt who brought Wanyang to the village also said at this time: "Girl, this child is pitiful. His mother died not long ago. His father went hunting in the forest and encountered a pack of wolves but did not come back alive. If you can cure it,
If you have a child, just treat it. This child is the only source of support for our patriarch."
Wanyang nodded, looked at the child in the quilt, and felt pity.
Fortunately, people here in the Miao border don't believe in Nemesis. If this were outside the Miao border, this kid would have been burned in a pig cage long ago.
Her purpose was to stay and learn about the poisons of this world. Given this opportunity, Wanyang of course agreed to treat the child's dementia.
Wanyang thought for a while and said, "Uncle, chief, are there any mountains for collecting medicinal materials near your village?"
The uncle and the clan leader looked at each other, and then said: "There is a place on the mountain, but that mountain is very steep, and ordinary people dare not go up there, so if you want to go collect medicine..."
Wanyang shook his head and said: "I'm not going to collect medicine, but I want to find a kind of grass. This grass is very common and can be found in the mountains. It can regulate the energy and spirit of irritated patients."
The uncle and the patriarch looked at each other, and the patriarch asked: "Grass? What kind of grass? We have lived here all our lives. Girl, just say it, I will go find it."
Wanyang said: "This grass is called Magnolia. Its leaves are crystal clear. It is very inconspicuous when it grows on the mountain."
The patriarch's eyes lit up after hearing Wanyang's words.
At this time, the big strong man next to him asked: "Does the white magnolia the girl mentioned look like an orchid?"