Chapter 332 Healing the Disabled Villagers
Zhang Wu, a once-valiant warrior, lost his left arm in battle. His eyes were filled with bitterness and helplessness. "It's ridiculous! We fought the enemy to the death on the battlefield, but what did we get in return? The court abandoned us." His voice was low and hoarse, revealing an endless sadness.
"I won't abandon you. I will let you live a normal life."
Zhang Wu looked at his empty left arm and smiled bitterly, "Live a normal life? This lady must be joking. I don't have a left arm, and no one will hire me to work. Some of them have lost their legs, and no one will hire them. How can we live a normal life?" His tone was full of despair.
Lan Xiyue blinked gently, "Aren't I here to help you?"
Zhang Wu lowered his head, a hint of apology in his voice, "I'm sorry, Miss, I just hate that no one cares about us, so I complained for a while, it's not directed at you."
Lan Xiyue looked at him and nodded gently, her eyes full of understanding. She sat down on a large rock and pulled out a stack of banknotes, handing them to An Yi. "An Yi, go back and get someone to build a house for them, and buy them some new clothes, cloth, bedding, and everything else they need."
An Yi frowned, his expression showing a bit of worry, "Master, if I leave, you will have no one to protect you."
Lan Xiyue raised her eyebrows, "An Yi, do you think my skills are not as good as yours?" She smiled indifferently, with a bit of confidence and unruly in her tone. That smile seemed to dispel all the haze and make everything around it pale in comparison.
Upon hearing this, An Yi lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Lan Xiyue's eyes. He took the silver note from Lan Xiyue's hand and said, "Master, I will go and come back soon." There was a hint of helplessness and compromise in his words.
Before he finished speaking, his figure quickly disappeared from the spot. Just kidding, he is no match for the princess now. If there are still people who are so blind as to dare to provoke him, they will only die in vain.
Lan Xiyue looked at the desolate landscape around her. In her eyes, this desolate land was a fertile field full of possibilities. After she had fitted these people with prosthetic limbs, she planned to reclaim the wasteland, cultivate it, and become self-sufficient. This meant she could live a normal life, be self-sufficient, and then she would have accomplished her mission.
"System, are there any seeds in the mall?"
System: "Host, the mall has everything you need."
Lan Xiyue was delighted to hear the system's answer.
She turned to look at the disabled people sitting on the ground. They were all pale and thin. She took a deep breath and said, "I know medicine, very good medicine. Although you are disabled and have difficulty moving, I can give you prosthetic limbs so that you can live a normal life. You can cultivate the land and grow your own food to support yourself. It will be no problem."
Zhang Wu's eyes lit up when he heard this, as if he had seen a ray of hope in the darkness. "Miss, are you serious?" he asked in a trembling voice, his tone filled with excitement and disbelief.
Lan Xiyue smiled and nodded, "You line up now, and I will treat you one by one." Her words seemed to have magic, making those people take action and line up according to her instructions.
Chuxia and Chuchun looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and curiosity. Chuxia couldn't help but ask, "Miss, your medical skills are amazing, but what are prosthetic limbs? How can you walk normally without legs?"
Hatsuharu shook her head, also bewildered. "I don't know, but judging by the way the young lady is so confident, she's probably not joking, she's serious. We'll find out when we see."
Lan Xiyue turned and walked towards the thatched hut opposite. Although it was shabby, it could at least block the sight of other people. She didn't want to create things out of thin air. Although installing prosthetic limbs for them would also arouse suspicion, at least it would not be as eye-catching as seeing it with one's own eyes. She was fighting for 20 million points.
Zhang Wu supported the elderly Uncle Liu with one hand and hobbled into the simple thatched hut. Uncle Liu's eyes were full of loneliness. His family ruthlessly kicked him out of the house because he had a broken leg, limped, and was old and weak.
Inside the thatched hut, the light was dim and the air was filled with a damp and musty smell.
Zhang Wu was worried and whispered to Lan Xiyue about Uncle Liu's condition: "Miss, Uncle Liu's legs hurt so much when it gets cold that he can't sleep all night."
Lan Xiyue nodded slightly. "Help him lie down over there and then leave. When I'm treating someone, no one else can be around to avoid disturbing me."
It was called a bed, but in fact it was just a few pieces of wood put together and spread on the ground, and even the bedding looked shabby.
Zhang Wu looked embarrassed and tried to explain, "Miss, I built this thatched hut myself. It's indeed a bit shabby..."
Lan Xiyue waved her hand gently and interrupted him: "It's okay, help the person over." Her eyes swept across the simple house, and then looked at the equally simple disabled village outside the window. For these disabled people who can hardly even afford food and clothing, it is already good to have such a place to shelter from the wind and rain.
Zhang Wu carefully helped Uncle Liu lie down on the wooden board in the corner, walked out looking back every few steps, and gently closed the shabby wooden door.
Inside the house, Lan Xiyue slowly walked towards the old man, squatted down, and without waiting for Lao Liu to speak, Lan Xiyue lightly tapped him with her fingers and knocked him unconscious.
"System, exchange for a prosthetic limb." Lan Xiyue muttered to herself.
The system responds: "Ding Dong! Redemption successful."
A flash of light passed, and a pair of exquisite prosthetic limbs appeared beside Lan Xiyue. She carefully examined his body and found that he was not only disabled in his legs, but also malnourished and had many hidden illnesses.
Lan Xiyue took out silver needles from her sleeve and gave acupuncture treatment to Uncle Liu with skillful technique. After the silver needles were put back in place one by one, she fitted Uncle Liu with a prosthesis and adjusted it to the best condition.
Everything was ready. Lan Xiyue gently woke him up. Lao Liu opened his eyes, his eyes full of confusion. Lan Xiyue said softly, "Get up and walk around. I've fitted you with a prosthesis. You need some time to get used to it."
Uncle Liu sat up with difficulty, and slowly stood up with Lan Xiyue's support. His steps were unsteady, but he was filled with unprecedented hope. He lowered his head and looked at his right leg in surprise. "I can stand now, without the help of a stick!" Uncle Liu's voice was filled with unconcealable joy and excitement.
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