So, when Su Luo came back, she saw that Xiaohu's eyes were swollen like walnuts due to crying, while Village Chief Wang was sitting on the side sighing, and the village chief's wife was almost fainting from crying, and the aunts and grandmas in the village sent all kinds of gifts to Xiaohu's family.
Su Luo was very confused. She put down the backpack and asked, "What happened?"
"Alas." Village chief Wang covered his face with a look of sorrow.
"Oh my God, what should I do with my little tiger? How can he survive alone in the mountains? My poor little tiger..." The village chief's wife cried miserably.
Su Luo: “…”
At this time, the kind-hearted Uncle Li told Su Luo: "Hey, Miss Su, you don't know, Xiaohu has caught a bad cold!"
Su Luo nodded. It was just a bad cold. Why did they act like Xiaohu had a terminal illness?
Uncle Li sighed, "Not only is this severe cold incurable, it's also contagious. So, once a villager contracts this terminal illness, they're sent to the mountains and isolated. If they survive a year, they can return to the village. It might be okay for an adult, but Xiaohu is still so young..."
Su Luo was so angry that she almost laughed: "A severe cold? Incurable? A terminal illness? Isolation for a year?"
Excuse me, are you guys kidding me?
Su Luo looked at Uncle Li in disbelief, then scanned the faces of the villagers one by one. Seeing that they were truly sad and in pain, Su Luo was also drunk.
"Isn't it just a cold? I can cure this disease." Su Luo said straightforwardly.
But the villagers didn't believe it, this was a terminal illness!
"Ms. Su, we know you are a good storyteller, but this is reality, not a story. Xiaohu's disease cannot be cured." An old man with a cane sighed.
"Miss Su, there was a child in our village who caught a bad cold before. We used herbal medicine and other things for a long time, but in the end... Alas, Xiaohu is so cute and kind, why is God so unfair to him?"
"Miss Su, please don't come near. The plague is contagious. When the Zhao family's little blackie got the plague, he didn't leave the village. As a result, the whole village was infected and had to stay at home for a long time. It was very tragic. At that time, no one could fish or chop wood, and they almost starved to death."
"Yes, Miss Su, we are already very grateful that you can be so kind. Please don't go there. We can't afford the compensation if you get infected..." Xiaohu's mother said while crying.
Su Luo: “…” What the hell is going on!
Su Luo took a deep breath: "Isn't it just a cold? I'm a half-step emperor-level alchemist. If I can't cure Xiaohu, today I'll tell you the finale of "The Evil King Chasing His Wife"!"
"Wow—" Everyone's eyes lit up: "The finale!"
While everyone's attention was taken away by the three words "finale", Su Luo walked up to Xiaohu and carefully felt his pulse. After confirming that it was a severe cold, Su Luo took out a few herbs from the space and refined a primary fitness pill within ten seconds, which she stuffed directly into Xiaohu's mouth.
Gulu——
Xiaohu swallowed the primary fitness pill.
At this time, all the villagers looked at Su Luo and Xiao Hu stupidly.
Su Luo said, "It will happen very quickly. The heat in Xiaohu's body will subside in three minutes."
Uncle Li hurriedly asked, "And then?"
Su Luo spread her hands innocently: "Then everything will be fine."
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