After Song Yueying finished speaking, the scene fell silent.

The same old man who came out asked, "Song girl! You found that you couldn't make money by boiling and selling medicinal soup, so you took the herbs to the brigade leader."

"Let the brigade leader sell medicinal soup?"

Another elderly person said, "Isn't that a bit unfair?"

"What do you mean by 'honest' or 'unethical'?" Before Song Yueying could even open the door, the old man who had come out scolded his companion, "You old codger, can't you speak properly?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

After scolding her, the old man looked at Song Yueying again, waiting for her answer.

Song Yueying looked at the old man; his hair was gray, but he was in very good spirits. He wore simple clothes, pale in color and patched, but they were very clean.

The old man wasn't very tall, but he exuded a very dignified aura.

In the original owner's memories, this old man should be a member of the great-uncle generation of some family. He had served in the army and fought in wars, and held a high position in the village.

As for which family's great-uncle it was, the original owner couldn't remember.

Anyway, he was an old man who needed to be called "uncle". Song Yueying said, "Uncle, you misunderstood. I took the herbs to the brigade leader to ask him to arrange for someone to cook the medicine."

"Whether you have heatstroke or not, you can go to the brigade leader to get some herbal soup to drink, free of charge."

This uncle hadn't spoken until she said she was going to give the herbs to the brigade leader, at which point he stepped forward to speak.

This is enough to show that this uncle was an upright man.

The words "No money required" caused Uncle Song's gaze to shift slightly before returning to calm. The other elderly people and children began whispering amongst themselves.

An old man asked, "Young lady Song, you don't charge for the medicine soup, and neither does the brigade leader?"

Song Yueying nodded.

"So, it means that anyone in our family suffering from heatstroke can go and get some medicinal soup, and the brigade leader won't charge us?" another old man asked uncertainly.

Song Yueying nodded again.

"Dr. Song is a good person, a really good person!" a child exclaimed. He didn't understand any other reasons; he only knew that the medicine was free.

"Yes, yes, Dr. Song is a good person, a good person."

Children express themselves directly, without using fancy or pleasant adjectives; they simply say she's a good person. This straightforwardness carries the unique innocence of childhood.

"Don't try to fool me!" Song Yueying looked at the children who were praising her as a good person. "The herbs I gave the brigade leader for the first three days were for treating heatstroke."

"Three days later we will switch to heatstroke prevention measures, and we will continue to use them until the harvest season ends."

"From now on, when people come to me for treatment, whether they take Chinese medicine or Western medicine, they will have to pay for it themselves."

Upon hearing that they had to pay, the children's faces immediately fell, and they all fell silent, which amused Song Yueying.

The girl had a striking and elegant appearance, and her smile was exceptionally beautiful. Not only were the children mesmerized, but even the elderly couldn't help but take a second look.

It's so hard to see Song Yueying smile; all I've ever seen her do is yell at people. Some people are too proud to be scolded by her, so they don't even dare to see her when they're sick.

The uncle looked at Song Yueying with a probing gaze. He had never had this girl treat his illness, but he had heard about it from the old folks who had.

That girl's temper...

It's a very complicated story. He had heard his grandson say before that he saw a dog walk past Dr. Song's house and that Dr. Song kicked it.

Noticing everyone was watching her, Song Yueying, who disliked being observed, stopped laughing. She took the herbs from Wang Qianqian's hand, turned around, and presented them to her uncle with both hands.

"What are you doing?" Uncle asked in confusion.

"Please take these herbs to the brigade leader and ask him to arrange for someone to brew the medicinal soup and then distribute it to everyone." Song Yueying looked at her uncle with a sincere expression.

He was old and couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had been ordered around. When he was ordered around again, it was by a teenage girl. The uncle laughed in exasperation.

So my uncle asked, "I went to deliver herbs to you, what are you doing?"

"Qianqian and I are going next door to check if Uncle Song's wound is infected," Song Yueying replied matter-of-factly. She certainly wouldn't say that she also wanted to check on Wang Laicai.

As for what Song's mother said about Song Rumeng coming to see her early this morning, Song Yueying completely ignored it.

Her excuse was perfectly reasonable, and her uncle readily agreed, taking the herbs from her hand and leaving.

The uncle left with the medicinal herbs, and the others saw no need to stay, so they all followed suit. Song Yueying watched them leave and let out a soft sigh of relief.

Wang Qianqian gave Song Yueying a thumbs up, "Dr. Song, you are so brave! Although I haven't been in the village for long, I have heard the villagers talk about Uncle Chen's deeds."

"Uncle Chen is a very senior figure in the village, and his words carry a lot of weight."

"You actually dared to let Uncle Chen deliver the herbs to the brigade leader. I'm afraid the brigade leader will be surprised when he receives the herbs."

Song Yueying looked at Wang Qianqian with a complicated expression, her focus not on what Wang Qianqian had said, but on the fact that Wang Qianqian, a sent-down youth from the city, knew that her uncle's surname was Chen.

The original owner forgot.

The original owner forgot quite a few people and things!

"Dr. Song, am I wrong?" Wang Qianqian asked nervously. Dr. Song didn't answer, and she felt a little flustered, inwardly cursing herself for speaking carelessly.

“No, that’s your opinion,” Song Yueying said. “My opinion is that although my uncle is of a very high generation, he is very kind and unpretentious.”

"Alright, I'll wait for you here. Go back to the main room and get the first-aid kit."

"Okay." Wang Qianqian replied and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Watching Wang Qianqian's retreating figure, Song Yueying smiled. What pleased her most was that Wang Qianqian strictly followed her instructions, unlike some people who liked to pry and ask questions.

She is a lazy person and doesn't like to repeat herself.

At this moment, a little boy walked up to Song Yueying, glanced at her, and then immediately lowered his head. He seemed unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.

"You have something to say to me." Song Yueying looked at the little boy in front of her, who was about five or six years old. She recognized the little boy; he was the grandson of Aunt Xu across the street.

"Yes...yes..." the little boy stammered, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Okay, I'm listening. Go ahead and speak." Song Yueying looked at him calmly, as if waiting for him to speak.

Seeing her like this, the little boy didn't know how to start a conversation. He told his grandmother that he would talk to Doctor Song and that he would go to the mountains with Brother May to find medicinal herbs in the future.

His grandmother was his grandmother, and he wasn't worried at all about talking to her. But Dr. Song was someone he had no connection with, and he was worried that Dr. Song would refuse his request.

"What's wrong? Haven't you figured out what you want to tell me?" Song Yueying asked.

"No, no...no..." The little boy shook his head repeatedly, feeling a little scared. He often heard Dr. Song scolding people at home, and he was also afraid that Dr. Song would scold him.

May and her friends call Dr. Song "Big Sister" because Dr. Song takes them out to play.

He wanted to play with Dr. Song and call her "Big Sister," but he didn't dare; he was afraid of Dr. Song.

Seeing the little boy's forehead beaded with sweat from nervousness, and knowing that Song Yueying hadn't intended to tease him, she genuinely couldn't guess what he wanted to say.

Song Yueying thought for a moment, then took a piece of candy from her pocket. She bent down to look the little boy in the eye and asked, "What's your name?"

"Mumu, my name is Xu Mu." The little boy answered Song Yueying's question, his eyes fixed on the candy in her hand.

"A single piece of candy was enough to get the little boy's name out of him," Song Yueying scoffed. "Candy really lowers a child's guard; no wonder so many children are being abducted these days."

Human traffickers have seized on this point, and it works every time.

"Your name is Xu Mu!" Song Yueying handed the candy to the little boy. "Here, this candy is a reward for little Mu Mu. Little Mu Mu is a brave child."

Xu Mu happily accepted the candy, "Thank you, Dr. Song."

"You're welcome." Song Yueying smiled and shook her head, coaxing, "Little Mumu, what did you want to tell me when you came to see me?"

"Yes." Xu Mu nodded obediently.

Aunt Xu was a gossipy, loudmouthed woman, known throughout the village as the village's most talkative person. Surprisingly, her grandson was quite quiet, Song Yueying thought to herself.

"What do you want to say to me?" Song Yueying asked casually.

Perhaps because Song Yueying's attitude was too easygoing, little Xu Mu gradually became less afraid of her. He bit his lip and looked at Song Yueying cautiously.

"Dr. Song, can I go to the mountain with Brother Wuyue and the others to find herbs, and then... and then..." Xu Mu's voice trailed off.

In the end, they were practically as small as mosquitoes and flies.

Song Yueying heard Xu Mu's first words clearly, but not the latter. However, what she heard was enough for her to guess what he was going to say next.

"You said you wanted to go up the mountain to find herbs with May and the others?" Song Yueying asked. Xu Mu knew that May and the others were going up the mountain to find herbs, which meant that he had a good relationship with May.

Although May was young, she was a sensible child. She had told May not to tell anyone about their search for herbs in the mountains, and May did not say anything.

"Mmm-hmm-hmm." Xu Mu nodded repeatedly.

Song Yueying pretended to be hesitant and said, "But, Xiao Mumu, you are still young. It is dangerous on the mountain. Children should not go to dangerous places."

"I've gone up the mountain to collect firewood before, it wasn't dangerous," Xu Mu said, blinking at Song Yueying with an innocent look.

“Gathering firewood is different from finding herbs. When looking for herbs, it’s easy to get lost and wander further and further away,” Song Yueying said. “Children like you are most likely to get lost.”

When it comes to getting lost, Xu Mu has nothing to say, because he has indeed gotten lost in the mountains before.

Xu Mu was disappointed, but he still didn't understand Song Yueying's meaning. Should she agree or not agree to go to the mountain with Brother Wu and the others to find herbs?

"Then I...then I..." Xu Mu was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly again.

Not wanting to dampen the child's enthusiasm, Song Yueying sighed and said, "Xiao Mumu is too young to go to the mountains to find herbs, but she can find them in the fields!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Mu's eyes lit up, and he asked in surprise, "There are medicinal herbs in the fields too?"

How come he didn't see it?

The fields had crops, weeds, insects, snakes, frogs, and field mice, but no medicinal herbs.

"Yes," Song Yueying nodded seriously. "It's rice harvest time now. Once the rice stalks are cut, the medicinal herbs growing underneath are exposed!"

“But I haven’t seen any herbs, there are only weeds in the fields.” Xu Mu looked troubled.

Not only had he never seen any medicinal herbs, but he had also never heard anyone in the village mention that there were medicinal herbs in the fields.

Xu Mu's conflicted expression amused Song Yueying, who reached out and gently flicked the little boy's nose. She straightened up and said, "Weeds are medicinal herbs."

"How can weeds be medicinal herbs?" Xu Mu exclaimed in surprise.

“What you see as weeds are medicinal herbs to me.” Song Yueying gave Xu Mu an idea: “Go to the fields and bring back some weeds that look different.”

"Let me see which are herbs and which are weeds."

After a moment of stunned silence, Xu Mu replied with an "okay" and ran home.

"Dr. Song, are there really medicinal herbs in the field?" Wang Qianqian asked curiously, carrying her medicine box as she walked to Song Yueying's side.

She came out carrying her medicine box and saw Song Yueying talking to Aunt Xu's child. She didn't go over to disturb them and waited until they finished talking before coming over.

Song Yueying turned her head to look at her, "Qianqian, we may be spending some time together in the future, so please call me by my name."

I always feel awkward when people call me Doctor Song.

“I want to learn your medical skills. It’s fine if I don’t call you ‘Master,’ but calling you by your name is inappropriate.” Wang Qianqian felt that calling Song Yueying by her name was disrespectful.

“It’s okay, we’ll just call each other by our names.” Song Yueying didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.

Wang Qianqian thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "How about I call you Teacher Song?"

"Teacher Song, what's the difference between calling her 'Doctor Song' and calling her 'Teacher Song'?" Seeing Wang Qianqian's serious expression, Song Yueying suddenly didn't want to correct her anymore.

"As long as you're happy." After Song Yueying finished speaking, she saw a relieved smile on Wang Qianqian's face, and she was indeed happy.

Never mind, she doesn't have OCD, and she's even a bit lazy, so Wang Qianqian can call her whatever she wants.

After discussing the issue of address, Song Yueying walked towards the neighboring yard. As she walked, she answered Wang Qianqian's earlier question, "There really are herbs in the fields."

"Some herbs prefer to grow in damp, shady places, and fields are a good place for that."

"Sisi, you must remember one thing: everything in the world can be used as medicine. The only difference is that some can cure diseases and save lives, while others can harm people."

Everything in the world can be used as medicine; the only difference is that some cure diseases and save lives, while others harm people. Wang Qianqian silently repeated these words to herself several times.

Only after making sure he had memorized it did he say to Song Yueying, "Teacher Song, I've memorized it."

"Okay." Song Yueying liked her serious attitude.

The two arrived at the gate of the neighboring courtyard. Wang Qianqian went up and knocked on the gate, but it opened by itself as soon as she put her hand on it.

Wang Qianqian was taken aback and turned to look at Song Yueying.

Just as Song Yueying was about to say something, Song Rumeng's angry voice came from inside.

"Dad, you only hurt your calf, your other leg and hand are fine. Can you please not sit for so long? At least help me keep the fire burning while I'm cooking!"