Dingzhou, Daming Village.
Wen Zhen woke up in the bridal sedan chair. Looking at her red wedding dress, she wanted to cry but had no tears.
She was originally a hidden magic doctor in the 22nd century. She didn't expect that the end of the world would come and she would die on the first day. Perhaps it was God who pitied her and didn't destroy her soul. Instead, she traveled to the ancient mountain village and married someone in a daze.
"Since we're already here, let's take it easy. At least we're not dead..." Wen Xun muttered to himself, and there was a sharp pain in his head.
She pulled out the hairpin and stabbed it into several acupuncture points, instantly stopping the bleeding.
Today was her wedding day. The original owner was unwilling to marry and struggled to get married, but she was still forced into the bridal sedan chair. She did not care about her life at all.
"Save my child!"
While he was lost in thought, Wen Kun was shocked by a scream.
The bridal sedan chair suddenly stopped, and Wen Xi shook her body to steady herself. She opened the curtain of the sedan chair and saw a thin woman holding a child with a flushed face kneeling in front of the bridal sedan chair.
"Nick Su, what are you doing?" He Chang, the village chief who had been following beside the bridal sedan chair, asked with a gloomy face as he walked up to the woman.
Mrs. Su kowtowed two times and cried, "Chief, I really have no other way. My Gouwa suddenly became hot and spat out white foam. I'm afraid he won't be able to survive. There is no doctor in the village. Please, let the girl of the Wen family take a look at him!"
As soon as these words were spoken, some villagers who were watching the scene of bustle burst into an uproar. He Chang frowned and pulled Mrs. Su up.
"What nonsense are you talking about? My gentle grandfather is a quack who has cured many people. Do you want Gouwa to die?"
The other villagers echoed one after another.
"Yes, the Wen family are all quacks!"
"Don't kill Gouwa. There's nowhere to cry!"
He Chang was satisfied with what he said. He eased his expression and advised, "Besides, today's a gentle marriage. How about this? I'll pay for it. Take Gouwa to the county!"
Matriarch Su suddenly raised her head and shed two lines of tears. "No, Village Chief. Gouwa can't live in the county any longer. Please let Wen Kun have a look at him!"
At this time, Gouwa twitched twice, spat out two more mouthfuls of white foam, and groaned in a daze. "Mom, it hurts... it hurts."
Mrs. Su burst into tears and hurriedly wiped Gouwa's mouth corners. " Gouwa, be a good girl. It's okay, it's okay... Village Chief. Please let Wen Kun come out and have a look!"
Wen Xi listened to the whole process in the sedan chair. It was a matter of life and death. Without thinking too much, she pulled up her wedding sleeves and walked out of the sedan chair.
Seeing her, Widow Su immediately pushed He Chang away and knelt down at her feet with the child in her arms. "Wen family, I beg you to show Gouwa that Gouwa is dying."
"Don't worry." Wen Xun comforted her. He squatted down to check the child's symptoms and asked, "When did you start?"
"Yesterday night, yesterday night, I suddenly began to have a fever and vomit." Widow Su stroked Gouwa's hair, and his heart was in great pain.
Seeing this, He Chang quickly came over and took Gouwa away. "What are you doing? I told you to take the kid to the county but you didn't listen. Do you want to kill him?"
Wen Xun sneered. What quacks' death? Back then, it was obvious that Village Chief's nephew had an incurable illness and insisted on forcing his grandfather to save him. However, he failed. Village Chief said that it was his grandfather who had cured the dead and was targeting him everywhere.
"Village Chief, return the child to Aunt Su." Wen Jue stepped forward and said harshly.
He Chang stared at her with his turbid eyes like a viper. "Do you still want to treat her? Do you know how to treat her? Like your grandfather, you only know how to treat the dead. Go back to the sedan chair and don't miss the auspicious time."
"Mom, mom, it hurts. Ahem, it hurts." Gouwa was very unstable in the village chief's arms.
Seeing this, widow Su rushed forward and grabbed Gouwa to protect him while he was talking.
"The Wen family, I have no other choice now. Whether I am alive or dead, I will admit it."
He Chang, of course, knew that the Wen family was not a quack, so he couldn't let Wen Xun do it. He couldn't let her grandfather die in the process of making a comeback.
"You can't die in the village anymore." He Chang patted the side of the sedan chair, and his blue veins stood out in anger. "How could Gouwa have a mother like you?"
"Enough!" Wen Xun shouted. Instantly, there was a dead silence.
"That Gouwa should be suffering from food poisoning. Did he eat something he shouldn't have?" Feeling his pulse, Wen Jue asked the widow Su.
Matriarch Su was so anxious that she was sweating. She racked her brain to think of something. "He, he said yesterday that he was going to roast mushrooms in the forest."
"That's right." Wen Tao turned over Gouwa's eyelids. "You must have eaten poisonous mushrooms by mistake. Which one of you has a thin silver needle or a hairpin?"
When widow Su heard this, she ignited the hope. "Is... is it possible to save her?"