The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 245 - 234: Looking at the Wound

Chapter 245: Chapter 234: Looking at the Wound

Manbao’s eyes lit up, "Can I take a look at it?"

"To access book viewing, the host must spend points to purchase."

"Buy!" Manbao thought these kinds of books were still very useful. Not to mention, people in her family often fell ill. Once she had read and understood all these books, she would no longer have to wait anxiously for the doctor during emergencies — she could tend to them herself.

"Should I just buy one of the basic ones to start?" Otherwise, it would be a waste to spend the points, especially since the prices of the books in the encyclopedia wouldn’t go up.

Manbao nodded.

Keke then went ahead and bought one for her.

Seeing her nod her little head seriously, Zhou Dalang bore the pain and asked, "What have you figured out?"

Manbao said gravely, "Eldest brother, you might be internally bleeding from the kick, but it doesn’t seem too serious. Just lie here and don’t move."

Zhou Dalang: "...Has our little sister become so formidable, able to tend to illnesses now?"

Manbao was quite honest: "Not yet, but soon, very soon."

Zhou Dalang: ...

Junior Ms. Qian was the head cook, and though concerned for Zhou Dalang, she only had time to bring him a bowl of hot water before checking on him briefly and returning to the kitchen.

On the other hand, after confirming that none of the injured villagers were in critical condition, the village head gave Old Zhou a meaningful glance, and they quietly exited the Zhou household to a vacant spot outside to speak.

It couldn’t be helped; the Zhou residence was too bustling at the moment, with cooking, washing vegetables, attending to the injured, and even idle villagers who hadn’t been put to use just now saw that the Zhou family’s roof had suffered considerable damage, so they were helping to clear the fallen tiles from the house.

There was nothing they could do about those on the roof for now, especially since it had already gotten dark. If someone accidentally fell while trying to fix it, the loss would be truly immeasurable.

Still, many people promised Zhou ErLang that they would come to help early the next morning, reminding him to promptly purchase tiles so they could assist in repairing the roof. A large leak like that could lead to disaster if it rained.

Old Zhou cast these voices far behind him as the village head, with hands clasped behind his back, walked to the riverside. Once he saw that no one was around, he asked, "What do you plan to do?"

Old Zhou squatted on the ground, massaging his head with a pained expression, "I don’t know."

"Uncle Jin, you have to think about this, whether you want to or not. I’m asking you, did they come for Uncle Little Silver?"

Although Zhou Yin wasn’t as old as his eldest son, the village head still respectfully referred to him as ’Uncle’ due to their generational differences.

After a moment of silence, Old Zhou said, "With so many people, we didn’t even have a chance to ask. And even if we did, they might not answer us. So what should we do?"

"Just now several elders talked to me, and they said if it’s really about Little Yin, we can only firmly deny any knowledge, otherwise, our entire village..."

Old Zhou immediately responded, "Rest assured, we won’t implicate the village if we really can’t hide it. But I think those men are no good."

Old Zhou added, "Mr. Zhuang is so knowledgeable, and even he said they were impostors. Besides, from their sneaky behavior, they really don’t seem like good people."

The village head, of course, knew this. In fact, it was precisely because he had realized this that he had silently agreed to let everyone take action.

It was one thing to know, but skepticism lingered, and fear gnawed at him, what if something unexpected happened?

Old Zhou knew the village head was scared, and in truth, he was too. But he needed to reassure him, as it was also a way of reassuring himself.

He lowered his voice and said, "Six years ago, they couldn’t find out anything, and now six years have passed. Do you think they will be able to uncover anything now?"

Indeed, back then, it was they who had carried back the body and buried it. If they couldn’t find any clues then, it would be even harder to find anything now.

The village head breathed a sigh of relief, whispering, "Alright, I’ll call the heads of the households together for a meeting later to ensure we keep this matter under wraps."

"What about the Bai family..."

After a pause, the village head said, "Don’t worry, I’ll go talk to Old Master Bai. If he was willing to cover for us back then, he should have no problem doing so now."

Only then did Old Zhou let out a deep sigh of relief.

The Zhou household was bustling as Zhou Liulang and others quickly brought the doctor on a board cart. Upon entering, the doctor could tell from the scene that this was the aftermath of a brawl. He frowned and asked, "Who have you fought with?"

In the countryside, brawls often occurred village to village. The old doctor pondered, not understanding, "There’s been plenty of water lately, enough to drown people. Are you still fighting over it?"

Generally, fights were over water or land disputes, but there had been no rumors of any such conflicts between villages recently.

The village head cleared his throat and said, "We didn’t fight with locals. It was three outsiders, trying to deceive our villagers. They almost took our children, and everyone got worked up and fought them. Are they alright?"

The old doctor exclaimed, "Ah, you’ve encountered kidnappers? Did you kill them?"

The village head was startled and quickly shook his head, "No, no, don’t scare me. Are we those kinds of people? We caught them, and the Bai family is keeping watch over them now."

The old doctor also heaved a sigh of relief and, while skillfully dressing and bandaging wounds, said, "As long as no one’s dead, that’s good. Fight if you must, those kidnappers deserve to be chopped up, but don’t bring that kind of trouble upon yourselves. Ah, your bone isn’t broken, it’s dislocated. Let me set it right, and you’ll be fine."

He looked at the remedies they had used and said sympathetically, "These are good medicines. For such a small cut and so little blood, why waste them? Look, the wound is so small, the blood would have stopped without any medicine."

The patients: ...

When he saw Zhou Dalang, he took his pulse and felt his abdomen. After a long examination, he said, "All’s well, all’s well. There’s some bleeding, but thankfully you took some medicine. I’ll prescribe three days’ worth of medicine for you to take now, to stop the bleeding and dissolve the bruises."

He also instructed Ms. Qian, who was sitting nearby, "You need to watch him tonight. If his stomach starts to swell, immediately call for me."

Ms. Qian accepted.

The most severely injured was Zhou Dalang. The others mostly had superficial wounds, needing either to stop bleeding or to reduce swelling and remove bruises. The doctor was quite adept at treating such injuries and soon checked everyone.

Junior Ms. Qian finally served the meal as well, and with tables and chairs borrowed from various homes spread out in the two courtyards, the old doctor and Mr. Zhuang were honored at the head table, and everyone settled down to the belated dinner.

Across the river at the Bai household, dinner had already concluded.

Ms. Liu put down her chopsticks, took a sip of water to rinse her mouth, and after wiping the corner of her mouth, said to her daughter-in-law, "Shanbao got carried away with the mischief today and might have been scared. Have the kitchen cook him a calming soup, and you go sleep with him tonight."

Ms. Zheng agreed.

Ms. Liu then stood up, taking the nanny’s hand, and said, "Alright, I’m going to rest too. Take good care of Shanbao."

Ms. Zheng naturally listened to her mother-in-law.

With the nanny’s hand supporting her, Ms. Liu left the dining hall but didn’t return to her room. Instead, she headed to the far end of the back yard.

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