It is said that the more troubled the times, the more demons, natural disasters, and wars and chaos, and the disability and diseases are everywhere, the doctors should be more popular.

But in fact, Yan Xiaowu's life is very poor.

There are a few villages near the bottom of the mountain, and a little further away there is a larger town.

There are many people, the elderly and children, and there are major and minor diseases.

But there are few people who are willing to spend a few copper plates, and ask the doctor to see them.

Many people don't even have enough to eat...... I got sick, and I passed it very well. If you really can't survive, you will die early, and you will be born early.

On the contrary, those peaceful and prosperous times, all of whom cherish their lives, want to live longer, and doctors are more sought after.

Yan Xiaowu felt a hint of sadness.

The sorrow of the healer.

......

Through the mouth of an Orion who went up the mountain to hunt, the news of the reopening of the Baicaotang at the foot of the mountain spread in several nearby villages and towns.

Twelve years apart.

Many people still remember Yan Xiaowu.

However, no one looked for Yan Xiaowu to see a doctor.

It's not that other doctors compete with Yan Xiaowu, doctors with skills will go to peaceful places, where they have the opportunity to display their ambitions.

Man is a very strange creature.

There are some things that they can't forget.

There are some things that they can't remember.

They only remember that Yan Xiaowu cured a blind person at the beginning, but they all forgot how many lives Yan Xiaowu saved back then.

They regarded Yan Xiaowu and her affairs back then as after-dinner conversations, and were full of jealousy.

Most of the time, Yan Xiaowu can only survive by digging wild vegetables.

The days were very leisurely and bitter.

......

Once, while collecting medicine in the mountains, Yan Xiaowu heard two hunters saying that a pregnant woman in Xiaohe Village was seriously ill.

Because of the distance, Yan Xiaowu couldn't hear more.

A few days later, when Yan Xiaowu went to the town to buy things, she went to Xiaohe Village.

She asked several villagers who were sick and pregnant.

What puzzled her was that, without exception, those villagers kept her secretive and didn't want to say much.

Yan Xiaowu could even feel that they were wary and hostile to her, and even wanted to get rid of her.

Yan Xiaowu searched door to door.

It's a hassle, but it's always findable.

In what is probably the shortest and most dilapidated family in the village, Yan Xiaowu found the pregnant woman.

It was the patient's cough that told her.

She knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a rickety old woman.

When the old woman saw Yan Xiaowu, her expression changed greatly, she grabbed the flat pole standing in the corner of the wall as a weapon, and excitedly waved and roared at Yan Xiaowu, telling her to get out.

The thin body erupted with terrifying momentum.

That's what it looks like to be really ready to fight hard.

Later, Yan Xiaowu found out.

Twelve years ago, on that bloody day, Hao Dashan had a four or five-year-old daughter who escaped the catastrophe because she walked out of the mansion because she was greedy for fun.

However, when I returned home, I was scared to see the tragedy of the door, and it was a heart problem, and I often fainted and fainted.

All of a sudden, he went from being a pampered pearl in his palm to an orphan, and he was sick.

Just like when Yan Xiaowu killed her master, the villagers sympathized with this poor little girl, but no one was willing to lend a hand.

Although most of them have received the favor of Hao Dashan people before or not long ago.

But.

Baicaodo is gone.

But who knows if the murderer is dead or not?

Who knows if the killer will come back?

Everyone is afraid of getting into trouble.

Everyone knows that Mingzhe protects himself.

It's still different from Yan Xiaowu.

In the end, the daughter of the Hao family was adopted by well-wishers and hidden.

It was the poorest family in the village, and the man had died early, leaving only orphans and widows. At the beginning, it was Hao Dashan who helped him to survive the most difficult period when the man died.

Twelve years later, the family repeats the tragedy of the previous generation.

Soon after the boy who grew up in this family and the daughter of the Hao family got married, he was arrested as a strong man, and then died on the battlefield.

Leaving behind an elderly mother, a sick new wife, and a few months pregnant in her womb.

It's just that these smoke dances don't know yet.

As she retreated, she told the old woman that if she didn't have children, the pregnant woman could live for three and a half years. Otherwise, there is a risk of two deaths.

Where could the old woman listen? Even if she did, it only angered her even more.

Yan Xiaowu was finally driven away.

At that time, the pregnant woman was three months pregnant.

......

The next three months.

Yan Xiaowu always asked the hunter or woodcutter who went up the mountain to bring the herbs she had prepared to the pregnant woman, and instructed her on the usage and dosage.

The medicine was delivered.

As for whether the family collects it or not, whether it is used or not, it is useless for Yan Xiaowu to be in a hurry.

......

It was probably in the seventh month.

The pregnant woman's body is getting weaker and weaker, in the words of the villagers, there is no popularity at all, and her skin is as pale as paper.

At this time, someone realized that it might really be a corpse and two lives.

However, the stubborn old woman and the pregnant woman took the trouble to throw the herb into the stinky septic tank every time, probably intending to leave it stink for 10,000 years.

When Yan Xiaowu handed over the month's dose of herbs to Orion again, Orion revealed the truth to Yan Xiaowu with a look of embarrassment.

She was in a trance.

Knowing the grievances, Yan Xiaowu smiled indifferently, still pushed the herb to Orion, and once again told the dosage of the herb.

There's only so much she can do.

......

Another three months.

That is, the tenth month of pregnancy.

The frail but strong pregnant woman miraculously survived to the day of delivery.

Gave birth to a baby boy.

The daughter of the Hao family looked at the baby boy for the last time, smiled and died.

Good fortune never seemed to patronize the family, and before the old woman had time to rejoice and grieve, she found that her newborn grandson was not breathing well, or rather, her heart was not at all.

Then the old woman made a crazy decision.

She made a quick decision, held the newborn baby, and ran up the mountain.

This old man ran a few kilometers in one go, and the wind was blazing without stopping.

By the time she reached the Hundred Grass Hall, the baby was already dying.

She knelt in front of Yan Xiaowu and kept kowtowing, begging Yan Xiaowu to save her grandson.

For mortals, congenital heart disease is weakened, it is a terminal disease, an incurable disease.

Yan Xiaowu can't be cured.

However, there is one more thing here that Yan Xiaowu does not belong to the category of mortals.

Without saying a word, she carried the baby boy into the room.

He found a pot, crushed the only remaining linden fruit into a meat puree, and fed it to the baby boy with a small spoon.

Bodhi did not disappoint Yan Xiaowu.

The baby boy was revived, and his heart disease was miraculously cured.

When Yan Xiaowu was about to tell the news to the old woman who was still waiting outside the door, she found that the old woman had fallen to the ground and died.

The mountain road that she had just run for a few miles in one breath had exhausted all the strength of this old man, and she had been overdrawn and the lamp had dried up.

Later, several villagers approached him.

Originally, some of them were aggressive, some were worried, but in the end, they were a bunch of kind-hearted people.

He who was bound to die was saved. It was fine, but it died.

However, compared to the white-haired person sending the black-haired person, the current situation is still acceptable.

After they helped Yan Xiaowu bury the old woman, they left.

They tacitly did not mention the baby.

Yan Xiaowu sat on the edge of the bed, accompanied the sleeping baby boy, and said softly:

"Your grandma is gone, and I will be your grandma from now on. ”

Yan Xiaowu brushed the hair hanging down between her sideburns, which was no longer pliable and shiny. Before she knew it, she was in her thirties, and her face had added traces of vicissitudes.

She smiled indifferently.

"You don't have a name yet, do you?"

"How about I'll get one for you, call it 'Chen Hou'?"