The night in the mountains is always very cold, and Han Ankang, who was brought into the darkness by a sharp pain, suddenly felt a slight coolness on his body. Han Ankang, who was awakened by this coldness, looked at the starlight in the sky and the mountain breeze blowing through his body.

He was very confused in his heart: "Didn't I fall into the bottom of the cliff and faint with serious injuries?" Why don't you feel a trace of pain now, but still feel a little cold? ”

When he finally remembered that he had fallen off the cliff and fainted because of ginseng picking, Han Ankang, who had obviously felt many sharp pains in his body, struggled to sit up from the stone under him. I took out the lighter in my pocket and found some dead leaves from the bottom of the cliff to light a bonfire.

Under the light of the fire, Han Ankang found that the camouflage uniform he wore when he entered the mountain had turned blood-stained red. The feeling of blood drying up and sticky on his body clearly proved that Han Ankang had indeed been severely injured when he passed out. But now that Han Ankang feels it, there is no discomfort in his body. On the contrary, he felt that he was much healthier than ever.

What the hell is going on?

It was difficult to understand what happened before he passed out, and Han Ankang didn't dwell on it, remembering that the ginseng he had picked that he had almost lost his life was scattered among the piles of stones he had fallen. Han Ankang, who hurriedly picked up these wild ginsengs, looked at the red blood stains on the two wild ginseng plants, proving that it was true that he was seriously injured at that time.

I looked at the watch lenses on my wrist that were broken, but this mechanical watch, which had been worn for many years, continued to work tenaciously. Seeing that the hour hand pointed to ten o'clock, Han Ankang knew that he probably wouldn't be able to go down the mountain tonight. Walking in the mountains at night is undoubtedly a very dangerous thing. Han Ankang, who finally picked up a life, how could he take the risk of going down the mountain again!

Han Ankang, who had made up his mind to spend the night in the mountains, quickly found a leeward and dry place at the bottom of the cliff, and transferred the bonfire he had just lit to the resting area. Feeling the heat from the firelight, Han Ankang, who had put the medicine basket away, also felt that at this time, he usually went to bed to rest, but he didn't feel sleepy at all at the moment.

Taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't sleep, Han Ankang carefully checked his hands, heels and body and found that there was indeed no damage. On the contrary, to his great surprise, the long scar left by the glass on his leg when he was a child has disappeared cleanly at this moment.

If you don't feel that you are sober-minded, the parts and pockets on your body prove that the body is indeed his. Han Ankang has to wonder if he is like the protagonist in the online novel!

It wasn't until Han Ankang found that the red rope around his neck seemed to be much lighter, and when he pulled out the blood-colored jade Buddha that he was wearing but didn't see it, Han Ankang looked a little flustered. Although he didn't expect much from his biological parents, the Jade Buddha was the only thing that could prove his identity, and if he lost it, he would feel that something was missing.

Han Ankang, who thought that it was possible to fall to the cliff and fall off the Jade Buddha just now, made a simple torch and carefully searched for the blood-stained place, and even buckled the cracks in the stones next to him, but he didn't even see a fragment of the Jade Buddha.

Han Ankang, who was lost, suddenly remembered that when he was studying in college, he deliberately asked an expert to identify the Jade Buddha. For this jade Buddha, the only one left to him by his biological parents, experts can't distinguish the age and material. Therefore, Han Ankang felt that this Jade Buddha should have an unknown mystery, and there was no injury when he fell off the cliff today, so it was directly related to the disappearance of the Jade Buddha.

Just when Han Ankang couldn't find the Jade Buddha, he could only continue to hang an empty red rope, which could be regarded as seeking solace for the soul. Sitting in front of the bonfire and thinking about the disappearance of the Jade Buddha, whether it would have anything to do with his fall from the cliff but he didn't get hurt this time, maybe it was Han Ankang, who had lost too much blood, slowly leaned on the medicine basket and fell asleep.

It wasn't until the next day that Han Ankang woke up from the cold again, looking at the extinguished bonfire in front of him and the bright valley, Han Ankang found that he had slept all night by the medicine basket like this. Seeing that the watch showed that it was already more than seven o'clock in the morning, Han Ankang hurriedly put on the medicine basket and set foot on the mountain road back to the village.

On the way down the mountain, Han Ankang suddenly found that he had a lot of knowledge about mountain medicinal materials in his mind. But one thing he can be sure of is that these Chinese medicinal materials, which he usually regarded as weeds, can now analyze in his mind that this kind of medicinal herbs that he has never heard of can be used together to treat those diseases. This made Han Ankang suspect that this brain was still not his own while collecting medicine!

As the medicine basket was filled with countless medicinal materials that had not been mined before, Han Ankang finished the excavation work and continued to speed up his pace towards the mountain. However, along the way, he saw a lot of plants that are usually regarded as weeds, and in his mind, he would show that these weeds are actually Chinese medicinal materials that can be used in medicine.

This made Han Ankang wonder if he broke his brain if he fell once. How could there be so much inexplicable knowledge of medicinal herbs in his mind, as well as Chinese herbal formulas that seemed to work in his opinion?

With incomprehensible confusion, Han Ankang finally returned to the village before lunch, and when he met a villager who had just finished work and went home for dinner, he rushed over with a worried face and said, "Xiao An, what's wrong with you?" Why is there so much blood on the body? Is it injured by collecting medicine? Does it matter? ”

Looking at the old man's concerned eyes, Han Ankang smiled and said, "Sixth uncle, it's okay, this blood accidentally fell into the pit that someone else didn't fill yesterday, and was glued by the residual blood left inside." Seeing so much blood flowing in that pit, it is estimated that someone has caught something big in the mountains recently.

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been so much blood left in the pit, so the things that pierced people in the pit were taken away. Otherwise, I'd really be dead this time. Makes you worried! You see, I'm not fine right now, am I? It's okay! ”

Because it is located deep in the mountains, some hunters in this area also like to dig traps to hunt, and it is very likely that they accidentally fall into the traps set by these hunters. Han Ankang, who had no way to explain to others how this bloodstain came from, could only use this relatively easy to believe lie to dispel the worries of this old man who cared about his health.

When the sixth uncle heard Han Ankang explain this, he was a little relieved, but he still complained in his mouth: "Xiao An, you still have to be careful when you go up the mountain in the future, this time you are lucky to come across a trap that has removed the trap." If the trap in the pit is not lifted, your kid will have to shed his skin if he doesn't die this time.

But those who put the pit also deserve to die, how can they dig this kind of pit that is easy to hurt people again! Aren't they afraid of hurting people and eating lawsuits! What a bunch of guys who want money and don't want to die! ”

As a villager who often goes to the mountains to cut wood, in addition to the poisonous snakes and beasts in the mountains, the most feared thing is undoubtedly the traps set by these hunters. A few years ago, someone was seriously injured and died because he fell into this kind of trap with sharp bamboo and thorn roots, and the hunter who set the trap was also arrested by the town's public security.

Later, the hunter's family privately lost a lot of money, and the matter was finally settled. It is precisely because digging pits is easy to hurt people that no one dares to dig in the mountains for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that there was no way to explain the origin of this bloodstain, Han Ankang would not have made up such a lie.

Relying on this fabricated lie, Han Ankang finally blocked the old man's concern and walked back to his yard built at the head of the village. When he came to the gate of the courtyard, he saw that there were already many sick and unwell villagers in the courtyard, sitting on the stones in the courtyard and waiting. Seeing him come back, these villagers, who often come here to see a doctor, all got up one after another to ask what was going on with the blood on Han Ankang's body.

After some more words to dispel the worries of these villagers, Han Ankang asked these patients to rest in the hospital for a while. After he changed his clothes, he gave them medical treatment. In this regard, the villagers who came to see the doctor naturally did not have any opinions.

After putting the medicine basket into the medicine room in the backyard, Han Ankang quickly came to the bedroom and took off his bloodstained camouflage suit and put on a white coat that represented the doctor. Knowing that these villagers who saw a doctor were not very full of time, Han Ankang quickly led the villagers who came to see him early in the morning to the room built in the previous room where his grandfather saw a doctor, that is, his infirmary in the village.

If it weren't for the fact that the room was full of medicinal herbs and some medicines, perhaps no one would have imagined that the conditions for seeing a doctor in the countryside would be so simple. Despite this, the villagers who have lived nearby for many years, as long as it is not too bad, are willing to come to Han Ankang's house to prescribe some medicine or put a few needles and drips to relieve the pain, rather than go to the health center in the town with relatively better conditions for treatment.

Because compared with Han Ankang, the fees here are cheaper, and the fees in the health center are undoubtedly more expensive. For farmers who have been fortunate enough to work hard for a year and can't make a few dollars from digging food in the field, they are naturally willing to choose to come to Han's house to see a doctor.

When Wu Sanshan, the first old rheumatism patient in the village, sat down in front of Han Ankang with a wry smile on his face and said, "Xiao An! I've made this old mistake again, see if you give me two more stitches. I'm really sorry to trouble you like this! ”

It is a well-established fact that rheumatism is difficult to cure, so much so that Wu Sanshan, who fell to the root of the disease when he was young, has never been cured of rheumatism until his grandson is born. Over the years, all I thought of when I was sick was to come to Han's house for a few stitches, in the past, it was Han Ankang's grandfather who pricked him with needles, but now it has been replaced by Han Ankang. For this person from the same village, there is no charge for the grandfather and grandson to get a needle and massage.

So much so that every time he came to see a doctor, he felt embarrassed. Wu Sanshan once went to the town health center to see it, but when he saw that the doctor prescribed hundreds of yuan for medicine, he was so frightened that he immediately returned to the village without taking the medicine, and continued to find the Han family's grandfather and grandson to get needles and massage. In these days, what people are most afraid of when they see a doctor is to spend money like running water.