Chapter 238: Digging Up Ancestral Graves!
Translator: 549690339
“Oh, I’m fine now, I’m fine.” Father Song said with a grin. “Mayor, do I look like soone who is unwell? I’m not experiencing headaches anymore, and I’ve been eating well…Mayor, you’re too kind.”
“If you’re fine, then that’s good, that’s good…” The mayor chuckled and nodded continuously. Then, his gaze fell on Huang Xiaolong involuntarily. “Xiao Song, I heard from your wife that you had a serious injury which could only be treated with brain surgery. However, Yuru’s boyfriend managed to relieve the blood clot in your brain with just a few needle pricks…”
“Yes, that’s exactly what happened.” Father Song laughed, then looked at Huang Xiaolong fondly. “Here he is. This is Little Long. His dical skills are not just for show. They’re top-notch. Even the director of the People’s Hospital holds him in high regard.”
Wow! With such a tone, it’s like a father-in-law boasting about his son-in-law!
Song Yuru blushed deeply and said in an annoyed tone, “Mother! When will you stop blabbing everything?”
“I’m just telling the truth!” Mother Song replied innocently.
“Hahahaha ” The mayor laughed aloud. “Yuru, don’t bla your parents. However, if this young man’s dical skills are so brilliant, here are so neighbors… they have been ill recently and couldn’t be cured at the hospital. Young man, could you take a look at them, please?”
“Oh…” Huang Xiaolong nodded, glancing around at the people who had followed the mayor in. All their faces were full of ill fortune. So were even more unlucky than others!
‘Hmmm… If we don’t dig up the Hu Family’s ancestral grave and prevent them from continuing to consu the luck of thousands of people in the village, even if I cure these people now, they will still be dood sooner or later…’
Huang Xiaolong pondered for a mont, then looked at his wife, Song Yuru.
Wow! His wife had just returned ho for half a day, and a faint touch of misfortune appeared between her brows. Although the aura of ill luck was light for now, if she stayed for a bit longer, she would definitely be in trouble!
“Dear neighbors and villagers,” Huang Xiaolong stood up and smiled. “Rest assured, I’ll treat your diseases. Whatever the disease is, feel free to seek my help. However, I have sothing to do tonight. So, how about this, I’ll treat you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Mayor, is that okay?”
“Okay! Consider it settled!” The mayor smiled with relief.
Then, the mayor turned to the neighbors following him and said, “You all heard it, right? The young man is busy tonight, but he promised us. At the latest, he will treat everyone tomorrow or the day after tomorrow! Just hold on a little longer!”
“Young man, you…you……” A young woman holding a three or four-year-old boy hesitated to speak and finally bit her lip. “My child has been sick for half a month… He’s listless, has no appetite, and is becoming thinner day by day. We took him to the big hospital in the city, but the doctors couldn’t diagnose his problem. Could you… Could you please examine my child now?”
“Little Long, please give him a look.” Song Yuru, a kind-hearted girl, couldn’t bear to see the sick child in the young woman’s arms — pallid and emaciated, and tugged at Huang Xiaolong’s sleeve. “Little Long…”
“Oh, okay, wife. I’ll treat him.” Huang Xiaolong walked up to them.
Upon seeing the boy’s face covered with aura of misfortune like dark clouds, he thought, ‘How detestable! Even such a small child is afflicted. Damn it, I must dig up the Hu Family’s ancestral grave tonight!’
Huang Xiaolong seethed inwardly.
He gently lifted the child’s eyelids and glanced casually. “His eyeballs are filled with bloodshot and there are sesa-sized blue specks. Look…there are small white patches on his lips… These are worm patches, indicating that the child’s body harbors a large number of parasites. Like roundworms, schistosos, and hookworms…”
As he spoke, Huang Xiaolong asked Song Yuru to bring him a piece of paper and a pen, “I’ll write a prescription. You can get the dicine from the drugstore tomorrow. Mu, Mashizhi, betel nut, Polygonum multiflorum… Okay, you can prepare two sets according to the prescription.”
Huang Xiaolong finished writing the prescription and handed it off-handedly to the young woman, repeating to the people who had co for treatnt that he would definitely heal them tomorrow or the day after.
The mayor then led the people away.
“Uncle, Auntie, and wife, I need to step out for a bit, you all rest.”
“Alright, Little Long, just be careful.” Father Song did not ask much and simply reminded him. “It’s all good. The security in our city village at night is even better than in the city centre.”
Huang Xiaolong walked out with big strides, while Song Yuru followed him with quick, small steps.
“Wife, don’t follow . Go back ho and sleep.” Huang Xiaolong looked sideways at Song Yuru.
“Little Long… I feel like you’re hiding sothing from .” Song Yuru pouted unhappily. “Since this afternoon, when you arrived, I felt you acting mysterious…”
“Really? You could tell?” Huang Xiaolong couldn’t help but smile. “It seems our destined union is really telepathic ”
“Just tell , what’s going on!” Song Yuru asked anxiously.
“Do you want to tell you?” Huang Xiaolong asked mysteriously, “Are you sure you want to hear it?”
“Of course! Little Long, stop dawdling and just tell !” Song Yuru was increasingly frustrated.
“Alright, I’ll tell you. I’m going to the hill behind.” Huang Xiaolong smiled.
“The hill behind?” Song Yuru was stunned.
“Yes, the hill, the graveyard…” Huang Xiaolong smirked at Song Yuru. “Wife, do you want to accompany ?”
“The hillside grave…gra…graveyard?” Song Yuru shuddered, “Little Long, what are you doing in the graveyard this late at night?”
“Of course, I’m doing sothing serious.” Huang Xiaolong said earnestly. “Alright, alright, wife, you go ho first. Otherwise, wait for at ho. I’ll co back after I finish my business…hehehehe ”
“Spoil your younger sister!” Song Yuru grumbled. “No! The hillside graveyard is where the townspeople of our city village bury their ancestors… It’s a sacred place. My grandfather, my great-grandfather, my great-great grandfather, my great-great-great grandfather… Their graves are all buried on the hill behind. Little Long, don’t cause trouble, if you desecrate our ancestors, the people of the city village will beat you to death…”
“Uh ” Huang Xiaolong was a bit speechless at Song Yuru’s ribbing.
“Little Long, no matter what you are going to do, I must follow you!” Song Yuru insisted.
“Well…okay…” Huang Xiaolong nodded helplessly. “Wife, if you’re sure you won’t be scared, then feel free to follow …”
Having said that, Huang Xiaolong headed towards the hill behind.
“Little Long, wait for !” Song Yuru quickly caught up with him.
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