Old Liu felt compelled to say something to smooth things over with his third daughter-in-law, who had just asked for something rather unpleasant.

"What's the point of getting a wife? Isn't it to look after the house and take care of the family?"

"I think Liu Qing's personality is very good; she's a practical person!"

Third Grandma chuckled and began to smooth things over.

The most important thing is that the old man survived.

These days, there aren't many people who know how to use acupuncture; even the barefoot doctor in their village doesn't have this skill.

The presence of such a capable person in the village is good news for everyone.

They chatted for a few more minutes, then said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.

After drinking the ginseng soup, my third uncle felt much better.

My previously groggy mind has cleared up.

The aches and pains in my body have also eased.

I don't know if it was the effect of the silver needles earlier, or the effect of the ginseng soup later.

In any case, judging from the looks of it, he won't die anytime soon.

The villagers who heard the news all took notice of Old Liu's family.

After all, no one can guarantee that they won't get sick.

The villagers in Qingshan Village were resting peacefully, unaware that a thousand meters away, a living hell was raging.

At that moment, a group of bandits, whose faces were obscured, were robbing and slaughtering passing refugees with all sorts of weapons.

In an instant, cries of agony and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the land.

Lin Xue was sound asleep in Liu Qing's arms, completely unaware of what they were about to face.