You can't reveal all your skills and resources, especially when there are many people around. That's called... holding back a trick, yes, holding back a trick.
Therefore, she doesn't plan to tell everyone about the sickly person for the time being, and she has already felt Mu Dasheng's pulse, so she already knows about Mu Dasheng's physical condition.
There is no immediate danger to his life, but the situation is not optimistic.
Ningbao now deeply regrets not having seriously studied medicine with her senior brother before; otherwise, she could personally treat her grandfather's illness now.
Her senior brother's medical skills are amazing. It's a pity he's not here right now. Otherwise, she could have him take a look at her grandfather. Who knows, her grandfather might not only recover his health but also be able to walk again.
Ning Bao took out a Qi-strengthening pill from the tattered cloth bag slung across her body and stuffed it into Mu Dasheng's mouth. This medicine was given to her by her senior brother, who said it could strengthen the body's foundation and nourish the vital energy, which was just right for Mu Dasheng in his current state.
The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth. Not long after he swallowed the medicine, the ashen complexion on Mu Dasheng's face faded considerably. After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Mu Dasheng groaned and woke up.
When he saw Ning Bao and Mu Chengye clinging to him on either side, he smiled kindly, his wrinkles deepening.
"Grandpa is fine. I'm sorry to have worried you all. Everyone must be tired from the journey. Don't tell them what happened earlier."
Ningbao and Mu Chengye are both intelligent children, and they clearly understand that the "everyone" and "they" that Mu Dasheng refers to are his family members.
Mu Chengye and Ning Bao both nodded obediently.
Mu Dasheng rubbed Mu Chengye's forehead.
"Sweetie, go learn to read. Didn't you bring the primer your brother copied for you before? Take it out and look at it whenever you have free time to pass the time. I have something to ask your sister."
Mu Chengye nodded obediently, then slowly moved to a corner.
The cart belonging to the Mu family was no longer called a cart at this time, because it needed to carry Mu Dasheng, who could not stand, and some miscellaneous items. So, Mu Chunping modified the cart before setting off.
Not only did they lengthen the cart, they also used a foot-wide wooden plank to completely surround it.
This way, Mu Dasheng won't slip down while lying inside, and Mu Chengye won't fall down while sitting on the wooden plank.
After sending Mu Chengye away, Mu Dasheng lowered his voice and looked at Ning Bao softly, saying...
"My dear grandson, tell Grandpa, what just happened to Grandpa?"
Ningbao frowned and hesitated for a moment. Her senior brother said that people down the mountain were afraid of ghosts. Grandpa was just possessed by a ghost. Should she tell him or not?
Three-and-a-half-year-old Ningbao was truly confused and couldn't understand it. She simply tilted her little face up and looked at Mu Dasheng with a puzzled expression.
"Grandpa, are you afraid of ghosts?"
Upon hearing Ning Bao's question, Mu Dasheng instantly felt a chill run down his spine. He raised an eyebrow, feigning composure, and shook his head.
"Don't be afraid!"
Grandpa is a grown man, the head of the eldest branch of the Mu family, how could he be afraid of ghosts?
Hearing her grandfather say he wasn't afraid of ghosts, Ningbao's little brows relaxed considerably.
"Grandpa is so amazing, Grandpa isn't afraid of ghosts."
Ghosts aren't scary at all.
Ning Bao paused for a moment, glanced around furtively, and whispered in Mu Dasheng's ear,
"Grandpa, let me tell you a secret. Ningbao can catch ghosts, all kinds of ghosts. They're all afraid of me, so Grandpa, don't be afraid. If any ghost dares to bully you again, Ningbao will take care of it for you..."
Mu Dasheng's head buzzed for a moment.
"Um, Ningbao means that Grandpa was haunted just now?"
Ning Bao nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, yes, there was a sickly ghost clinging to Grandpa just now, but don't worry, Ningbao has already taken it in. After he's been purified in Ningbao's magic artifact for forty-nine days, Ningbao will send him to the eighteenth level of hell..."
Mu Dasheng: "…………"
His little granddaughter seems to be quite something; she speaks clearly and logically. Although Ningbao is only three and a half years old, she is much more eloquent than his five-year-old grandson, Mu Chengye.
While other three-and-a-half-year-olds are still playing in the mud and have runny noses, his grandson is already catching ghosts...
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