As the sound faded, a "snap" was heard, and Xiao Yu's dislocated ankle bone was reset. Then she found some relatively flexible thin vines, removed the leaves and bamboo strips, and used them to fix the injury. Afterwards, she said to Song Qinghui, "Second Brother, this comrade can't walk for the time being, so you can carry him on your back."
"good."
Song Qinghui had no objection.
Song Lan took the basket and carried it on her back.
"I'll carry these herbs for you. I'll find something suitable to re-stabilize your wound when we get to your place," Song Lan said softly, glancing at Xiao Yu. Hearing this, Xiao Yu replied, "I'm sorry to trouble you!"
Time passed slowly, and when Song Qinghui carried Xiao Yu to a simple, somewhat dilapidated thatched hut at the foot of the mountain, Song Lan's expression clearly froze.
"Thank you, please leave me here."
Xiao Yu thanked Song Qinghui, and just then, the sound of an old woman calling out the child's nickname came from the thatched hut.
With a creak, the door of the thatched hut opened from the inside.
"Grandpa, Dad!"
Looking towards the doorway, Xiao Yu called out to the two people who came out.
He had a full head of white hair, but he seemed to be in pretty good spirits.
One of them had graying temples, but didn't look very energetic.
The two looked very alike and should be father and son. Xiao Yu's eyebrows and eyes were almost identical to theirs. Song Lan thought that if she was not mistaken, they should be three generations of a family.
"Go in and check on the child; he might not make it!"
It was the voice of a middle-aged man with graying temples. Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu couldn't help but glance at Song Lan. The pleading in his eyes made it impossible for Song Lan to pretend not to see it.
It seems that Prime Minister Xiao is having a very bad time here!
Thinking this to herself, Song Lan didn't ask aloud. She said, "I know a little about medicine. If you're comfortable with that, I can go in and take a look at the child."
Upon hearing Song Lan's words, a glimmer of light immediately appeared in the eyes of the elderly man with a full head of white hair and the middle-aged man, whose eyes were filled with unconcealed pain.
"Thank you for your help!"
Xiao Yu was filled with gratitude.
Song Lan shook her head: "It's just a small matter." Song Qinghui took the basket off her back, and Song Lan went into the thatched hut. After a while, she came out carrying a thin little boy who looked no more than two years old, whose cheeks were flushed red from a high fever. Behind her was a woman with a full head of white hair.
"The room is too dark, so I can't give the child acupuncture."
There was a small stone in front of the thatched hut. Song Lan gestured for the white-haired woman to sit down. Then, she placed the child in the woman's arms, pretending to take a needle case out of her pocket, but actually taking it out of her "space".
"I need to disinfect the gold needles."
She planned to use acupuncture to relieve the child's internal heat, thereby cooling him down.
Of course, we'll need to leave some pills to help later.
The middle-aged man, Xiao Yu's father, immediately went into the thatched hut, and soon came out carrying a half-lit candle.
After disinfecting the gold needles, Song Lan gave the white-haired woman a few words of advice, and then, with a focused expression, she began to examine the child.
Her movements were elegant and composed, without the slightest hesitation.
Song Qinghui, Xiao Yu, Xiao's father, and the Xiao family patriarch all watched Song Lan perform her diagnosis without blinking.
And you know what? Thanks to Song Lan's acupuncture, the child, who had been in a coma with a flushed face, visibly improved a lot. Most notably, he opened his eyes and cried out.
The white-haired woman burst into tears, repeatedly thanking Song Lan.
“The child has a fever due to catching a cold. I have two pills here. If you have hot water at home, you can pour some over and bring it over.”
Yes, yes, yes.
The middle-aged man went back into the thatched hut and returned shortly afterward with a bowl in his hand.
As if by magic, Song Lan took out a small gourd-shaped porcelain bottle from her pocket, opened the cork, and poured out a pill.
Instantly, a delicate medicinal fragrance filled the air.
“The child is too young to take more than a quarter of the pill. This medicine can not only reduce fever, but also strengthen the body and nourish the body.” With a little force, she pinched the pill into four pieces.
One portion was dissolved in water, and the rest was put back into the small porcelain bottle, which Song Lan handed to Xiao's father.
It is worth mentioning that on the day Song Lan was practicing her family's internal energy cultivation method, she unexpectedly discovered that her internal energy from her previous life had been brought over with her soul.
"Thank you, young lady. I'll feed her. You can rest for a bit!"
The white-haired woman was filled with gratitude. Seeing Song Lan about to feed the child medicine, she quickly said something.
"It's alright, you hold the baby, I'll feed him."
Song Lan responded with a smile.
The little guy was very well-behaved, as if he knew that he would feel better after drinking the medicine. He drank it sip by sip, glancing at Song Lan from time to time.
"What a good child! You finished your medicine so quickly. Tell Auntie what reward you want?"
Song Lan amused the little guy.
The child was shy. After looking at Song Lan for a moment, he buried his head in his great-grandmother's arms.
What happened to your foot?
At this moment, Grandpa Xiao and Xiao's father finally noticed that something was wrong with Xiao Yu's foot, and it was Grandpa Xiao who spoke up to ask.
"I twisted my ankle by accident, it'll be fine in a couple of days."
Xiao Yu responded.
Song Lan straightened up, looked at Xiao Yu and the rest of the Xiao family, and said with a smile, "My name is Song Lan, this is my second brother, his name is Song Qinghui, and our family lives in the village."
Her gaze locked onto Xiao Yu: "I wanted to re-stabilize your injury, but I didn't see anything useful here. Why don't you leave it like this for now, and I'll come back and properly stabilize it when I get home and find something useful?"
Xiao Yu: "Thank you!"
Song Qinghui rolled his eyes inwardly. He hoped Xiao Yu would say "no need," but to his surprise, the other party took advantage of the situation and actually asked his little sister to make another trip.
What a scoundrel!
Not at all like a stranger!
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