Seeing Erlang's unbelievable look, Shu Jiaying continued, "If you don't understand, I can tell you that the method is actually very simple, and the chicken you see doesn't really have a broken leg, it's just been artificially fractured.
When the medicine sellers make a fake chicken leg look like it's broken in front of you, and you believe it, they will then secretly reconnect the chicken's broken leg without anyone noticing.
Then they apply some so-called "miracle medicine"—this is what they call a miraculous medical technique. However, they treat those who believe in them like fools. Furthermore, they are not miracle doctors, they are just despicable charlatans."
"Big girl, are you telling the truth?"
Seeing Shu Jiaying's convincing words, Erlang couldn't help but start to doubt. He looked at the bowl of medicine in his hand with some heartache, because that was money.
Feeling unwilling to give up, Erleng asked again, "Is this medicine really not safe to take?"
"How dare you let Xiaohua take this medicine? You see, her stomach is already bleeding. If she drinks it again, I guarantee you will never see your daughter again."
"How...how could it be so serious?"
Erlang was frightened by what Shu Jiaying said. He put the bowl aside this time. Regardless of whether what the girl said was true or not, he already knew what his daughter's current situation was.
Fearing that Xiaohua might die, Erlang took the initiative to put on a serious face and said, "Big girl, the villagers have been saying that ever since your mother possessed you, you've been like a completely new person, and you know a lot of things. I didn't believe it before, but you were able to say those... uh, quite insightful remarks just now, so I know you must have a way to save my daughter.
Big girl... Xiaohua is less than ten years old, she still has a long life ahead of her, so I... I beg you to save her..."
As he spoke, Erlang's tone became choked.
Seeing Erlang's appearance at this time, Shu Jiaying's anger subsided a lot. Although she was still a little angry at Erlang's indiscriminate behavior, she couldn't just stand by and watch him die.
Alas... just consider it as accumulating good fortune for yourself!
Sitting upright beside Xiaohua's bed, Shu Jiaying carefully felt her pulse. Before she could say anything, Erlang came over and asked nervously, "Big girl, how is my daughter? What's wrong with her? Is she...will she be saved?"
Faced with this series of questions, Shu Jiaying simply replied, "Xiaohua's fever has subsided..."
"That's what I said. The miracle drug still has some effect. This isn't such a waste."
“…”
After glancing at Erlang speechlessly, Shu Jiaying ignored him this time.
After gently wiping the sweat off Xiaohua's head with a towel, Shu Jiaying asked softly, "Xiaohua, is your stomach aching badly right now? Besides your stomach, are you feeling any pain elsewhere?"
"Wuwuwu... Sister, my stomach hurts, my waist hurts, my whole body hurts, and... and... I feel like vomiting, and my head is dizzy..."
"It's so pitiful. Sister knows Xiaohua is upset, but Xiaohua, please bear with it..."
Touching her pocket, Shu Jiaying really wanted to be able to conjure up a set of silver needles at any time like Doraemon, but this was obviously a dream.
In order to relieve Xiaohua's stomachache, Shu Jiaying could only press her Shenque point with the base of her palm.
After pressing it several times, about ten minutes at a time, Xiaohua's frown finally relaxed and she gradually fell asleep.
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