However, there was no place for him to speak here. He could only make decisions on matters involving dealing with the government on a daily basis. Other matters, such as arrangements for clan members, could only be decided by the clan chief and elders.
It's just that this punishment sounds like they're cutting off all contact with Jiang Bai and the others, but for some reason, he always felt that if Jiang Bai knew about the clan's decision, he would probably be secretly delighted!
Their land, bordering Pingshan, was over fifty acres—wasn't that exactly what she wanted?
The village head was lost in thought when the doctor who was to examine Jiang Songzong arrived.
"This...this injury is too severe."
The doctor glanced at it and his expression immediately changed.
Such wounds are common among servants of wealthy families, but rarely seen in rural households.
"Doctor, is it still curable?"
“His wound is so bad that his intestines are ruptured and his stomach is rotting. Even if a great immortal came, he couldn’t cure him.”
"Sigh, while he still has a breath left, let's feed him something good!"
The doctor shook his head, picked up his medicine box, and left, not daring to have the slightest curiosity in his heart.
Fearing that Jiang Songzong's injury was caused by some spoiled brat from a wealthy family, they didn't even accept the medical fees offered by the clan chief and ran away as fast as they could.
The clan chief and the elders looked at each other in bewilderment.
"How about... we call Anshan over?"
They are uncle and nephew after all, so it's appropriate for him to handle the funeral arrangements.
“The Anshan family is now relying on Daya for their livelihood, so they probably won’t take on this job.”
The elders fell silent again.
After glancing at Jiang Songzong, who was lying unconscious on the bed and whose face was turning blue, an elder said, "Shouldn't we at least see him one last time?"
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