Mr. Lin took the medicine brought by the demon clan and drank it in one sip. As long as it could relieve her pain, she could drink anything, not to mention that it was just a bit bitter medicine. It is difficult for people who have not actually experienced it to know how unbearable this pain is, and the torture is not temporary, intermittent for several years.

The sounds in front of her were basically not heard in the ward. After taking the medicine, she asked her son to help her get out of bed. When she passed by the pharmacy, she heard the sound of Xu Wu talking in the clinic in front of her.

Son: "Just just now, several people from tribes came to Xu Wu for treatment."

Mr. Lin: "That's because Xu Wu is skilled in medicine... I'll go out and see how your fence is doing!"

There is a small door next to the pharmacy, which can go directly to the place where the medicine is boiled. Ao saw the two of them coming out a little strangely and said, "The witch has given her instructions, you can't blow the air."

Of course, Mr. Lin followed Xu Wu's words: "I'll stand here and look outside."

Then Ao had no objection, there was no wind here.

Of course, Mr. Lin came out again. She thought that women were more capable of building something in the tribe. In her opinion, the fence built outside is unqualified and ugly. Moreover, the fence should be built higher, preferably exceeding the height of the top of the clinic. People cannot see the situation inside as soon as they stand outside. Moreover, the fence should be enclosed, but not too large. After all, there are only a few people in the clinic now, and it will lose the original meaning of the fence. She noticed the circle of the snoring beast next to her, and raised her feet to look inside.

It happened that Xinguo was carrying the chopped and cooked food to feed the Hulu beast. Mr. Lin asked Ao: "What is this for?"

Ao: " Raise snoring beasts and eat them when you grow up."

Seeing her talking, Mr. Lin swallowed: "..."

Isn't it enough to eat and hunt? It's also a special one. It's not easy to raise this? It's not a problem! But this was Xu Wu's decision, and Wu wouldn't be wrong. Mr. Lin didn't care much about this matter. He told his son what areas needed to be improved for the construction of the fence, so he sent his son to do it and lay on the bed.

The headache still occurs from time to time. Every time it occurs, it hurts for a moment. It can be tolerated without an injection. This is tantamount to a person who has been hungry for three or five days and sees delicious food, not to mention how happy she is.

Now she feels that people have hope of living. She really feels that she is better off than dying after being sick for a long time.

Mr. Lin stayed in the clinic for one night, and he didn't know how the nest was built. It was very warm without ignition inside. It was not the same temperature as outside. If he wore thick fur, he could sweat when he was sweating. She didn't know that there was a systematic black technology in the clinic, and the temperature was constant at 27 degrees.

There are a lot of green plants in the entire clinic, and each pot is very energetic and full of vitality, easing the dull atmosphere in the clinic. The beds are all made of latex mattresses, and the environment is very comfortable and the temperature is suitable. Mr. Lin drank a bowl of porridge at night and fell asleep quickly. This sleep is fragrant and sweet, and it is dawn when he wakes up.

The mattress is soft, and Mr. Lin couldn't know what material it is, so he was amazed.

My son was in the clinic and woke up a few minutes earlier than my mother. Because he was so comfortable, he didn't even want to stretch his waist. He said to his mother who had just woken up in a daze: "It's so comfortable!"

Both of them felt that they had lived until now and had not had the same sleep as they had last night.

The new sprouts brought the porridge to the two of them, which had been cooked long ago. This morning was the meat porridge, which was sticky and thick, and the aroma was fragrant. The dish was only a plate of cold radish. Cut the big white radish into thin strips, add garlic, coriander, shallot, salt, and pepper oil to mix well. This is the best side dish with porridge.

There are many varieties of white radish, both raw and cooked, which can aid digestion and increase appetite. Because it contains a certain amount of crude fiber, it can promote gastrointestinal peristalsis and promote stools. For the Wu people who are not happy with meat, eating some is good for health.

In addition, radishes also have the effect of relieving cough and reducing phlegm. It has a certain preventive effect on infectious diseases such as colds, flu, meningitis, and diphtheria. It is a thing.

No one knows these advantages of carrots, the only thing they know is that they are really delicious and delicious.

At this time, the clinic was already busy. The mother and son felt that there were more people coming to see a doctor today than yesterday. They didn’t know that there were actually more patients coming to see a doctor day by day. Xu Wu’s skill is excellent. This is recognized by everyone before winter comes. The Wu people in every southern tribe cannot refuse to admit this. They did not see a doctor before, but now they are here. On the one hand, it is because in winter, men do not have to go out to hunt, and even women’s work in the tribe has temporarily stopped, so everyone has time. On the other hand, Xu Wu’s medical treatment is cheap, and everyone can pay this price.

In this case, it is certainly impossible for those who are sick to avoid medical treatment.

In this era of no communication, it takes a little time for any news to spread. There are thousands of people in the southern tribe. Let me tell me, and I will talk to you. Of course, it is impossible for the people living in the north and the people living in the south to get news together. Because the Tuwu did not openly allow the tribe members to interact with Xu Wu who was entangled in the woods in the north, the spread of all things in the clinic cannot be blatant, so there were not many people who came to the clinic at the beginning.

The sign of the clinic has been on hold for so long, but it is expected that more people will see the doctor. Many blessings are not surprised. In the past, in the real world, she also had to go to the outpatient clinic. She had to see thirty or forty numbers in the morning when she was busy, and she got used to it.

Patients who needed to be hospitalized were also sent to the ward. There were only three rooms in the ward, each with four beds, and only twelve beds in total. Soon, Mr. Lin's beds were all in the room, and one was an acquaintance.

After taking the medicine at noon, Duofu told Mr. Lin that she had been discharged from the hospital. She had not had any more illnesses since the morning and had to take four doses of medicine. If there was any recurrence, she would come to the clinic.

Mr. Lin went back, and his son insisted on staying here to complete the fence. Indeed, he made it very good, taking into account both beauty and practicality, so he asked him to do a lot of blessings. He originally wanted to keep him for dinner, but because there were more patients in the clinic, he would definitely have to make more meals a day. Xinguo could not get it alone, and the people who came to see the doctor also had new services to repay medical expenses.

It is impossible to make more meat. The meat is brought by the patient. Meals are eaten and vegetarian dishes are enough.

It’s nothing to have one more person to eat, but the witch clan is all honest. Mr. Lin’s son silently built a high fence in the afternoon and left quietly.

When he returned to the tribe, his mother was cooking. He hadn't seen such a good-spirited mother for many years. While cooking, she was humming a little tune, and her steps in and out were very light. A witch man had somehow rolled in his heart and his eyes were quietly wet.

"Here you back!"

Mr. Lin also saw his son, but she was old enough to notice that his son's red eyes were not noticed. He scooped a bowl of meat in a big bowl and handed it to his son: "Take it to Junbo next door, and his father and the leader went out."

After hearing this, his son nodded quickly and took the bowl into the nest next door. A decadent smell entered his nose. The son couldn't help frowning. This smell was really tormenting to the witch clan with a keen sense of smell. He pushed open the window in the nest and the light shone in, and then he clearly saw the pile lying on the bed.

The people on the bed did not react at all to his intrusion, their eyes were dull and their eyes were not turned. If the son had not been used to the neighbor's appearance, he would probably think that the person lying on the bed was a dead person.

It's also pitiful. The word "光" comes from a strange beast in the legend of the Witch Clan. It is very ferocious, with sharp claws and sharp teeth. No ferocious beast dares to approach it. "光" means running very fast in the witch language. Give the little boy this name to express his parents' good wishes.

When Junpie grew up, he was indeed as brave as his name, and he ran very fast. No man in the entire witch clan could beat him in the race, but such a warrior had his legs broken. He was injured in fighting for the tribe, causing him to slump in the bed, but he was not dead and survived. At that time, the food was sufficient and it was still far from the arrival of winter. With his father not giving up, Junpie survived.

The neighbors were grateful for his contributions to the tribe and pity him for lying on the bed. Even if his father didn't come and ask, he would take care of him more.

Calling the name Junfen again seems to be a kind of irony.

"Come for dinner!"

Junfu didn't move, as if he didn't hear this sentence.

The son sighed and placed the bowl next to him. He didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only say a stiff sentence: "I've put it next to him, don't waste meat."

The son knew that Junbu would eventually eat this bowl of meat. In fact, this bowl would definitely not be enough to make an adult witch man fill it. It would just make Junbu unable to starve to death. He would not need to eat too much food when he was slumped in the bed. Any witch man would not waste hard-won food when he fell into any situation, so he would definitely eat it in the end. His legs could not move, and he would have no problem with both hands and no need for feeding others.

I can eat and can eat, but I am afraid that I can't make him happy now even if I live.

After all, the tribe's witch doctor has been diagnosed, and Junbui will never stand up again.

When my son pulled the vine down the tree, he suddenly had an idea and his pace accelerated - "Mother, why don't you let my uncle take Jun to Xu Wu to take a look! You have been having headaches for so many years, and the witch doctors in the tribe have said that there is no cure, so you can only let it hurt. Isn't it better now? Compared to the witch doctors in the tribe, Xu Wu has stronger abilities, and maybe there is still hope... Hey, witch sting?! Water witch?!"

The son screamed in shock and was stunned. Who were the two people standing next to his mother?!

——It’s the one he just complained about!

Never complained about anyone behind the scenes. The first time I said that someone was weak in ability, he was caught on the spot. What should I do if I have such a situation?

——The strong man from the witch tribe asked for help online, and it was quite urgent.

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