OBS Chapter 337
Chapter 337
They continued along the winding road, and soon a seaside fishing village came into view. The sea breeze carried a faint fishy smell, a scent unique to fishing villages, but strangely mixed with it a sickly, decaying odor, as if a gloomy cloud was quietly shrouding this tranquil village.
Upon entering the village, the scene before them was heartbreaking. Many fishermen lay helplessly at their doorsteps, their skin an unnatural bluish-gray, their limbs limp and lifeless, as if drained of all vitality. Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen, without hesitation, immediately began examining them. They gently took the fishermen's wrists, intently feeling their pulses. Their brows furrowed; the pulses were weak, feeble, and erratic, clearly indicating a serious illness.
During their arduous search for the cause of the illness, they keenly noticed that the village children were all listless, lacking the liveliness and energy that children should have. Wan'er's eyes searched the village, and she noticed that the children were all holding toys woven from seaweed, and seemed to like them quite a bit, often playing with them. She immediately became alert, quickly walked forward, and carefully examined the seaweed. Under her meticulous observation, she discovered that extremely tiny parasites, almost invisible to the naked eye, were attached to the seaweed. These parasites were like a swarm of lurking demons, clinging tightly to the seaweed.
After hearing Wan'er's discovery, Ye Jiuchen pondered for a moment, then speculated that it was highly likely that fishermen had inadvertently brought this parasitic seaweed back to the village while fishing at sea. The children, naturally curious, played with these seaweed toys, and the parasites spread from there, quickly affecting the entire village like a plague.
Without delay, knowing that time was of the essence and every second was a matter of life and death for the villagers, the two men sprang into action, frantically searching the surrounding area for medicinal herbs that could repel insects and neutralize toxins. Undeterred by the rugged mountain paths and thorny bushes, they relied on their extensive medical knowledge and keen observation skills to finally gather the necessary herbs. Upon returning to the village, they immediately started a fire to brew the herbs, the rich aroma gradually filling the air. Once the decoction was ready, they tirelessly distributed it to the villagers, their eyes filled with concern and expectation, patiently reminding them of the precautions for taking the medicine.
However, the treatment process was not without its challenges. At a critical juncture, a sudden and violent storm struck. The howling winds swept in, causing houses to sway precariously, and the torrential rain plunged the entire village into chaos and mud. But Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen were not deterred by the unexpected weather. They anxiously braved the rain to protect the medicinal soup, shielding it with their own bodies and doing everything in their power to ensure that every villager received their medicine on time, preventing the storm from interrupting the treatment.
As time slowly passed, thanks to their tireless efforts and meticulous care, the villagers' illnesses gradually melted away like snow under the warm spring sun, gradually lessening. The flame of hope for life was rekindled in their once dull eyes, their weak limbs slowly regained their strength, laughter and joy gradually filled the village, and the sickly atmosphere finally dissipated.
Seeing the villagers gradually regain their health and vitality, Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen exchanged a smile, a smile filled with relief, pride, and exhaustion. But they knew their mission was not yet complete; many places and many people on this vast land were still suffering from illness. So, after a brief rest, they resolutely embarked on a new journey, their figures gradually disappearing at the edge of the fishing village, heading towards the next place where they were needed, continuing their steadfast path of saving lives and healing the wounded, writing a magnificent chapter in the history of healers' compassion.
After leaving the tranquil fishing village, they entered a bustling and lively town. In the town center, a huge ancient locust tree with lush branches and a canopy like clouds rose from the ground, its base crowded with local residents. Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen, intrigued, quickly approached to investigate. They saw an old man, pale-faced, writhing on the ground in agony, clutching his stomach tightly. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, while the surrounding crowd looked worried but helpless, able only to stand by anxiously.
Seeing this, Wan'er immediately knelt down and skillfully pried open the old man's eyelids to examine him carefully. She then gently placed her fingers on his pulse, intently sensing the subtle changes in his pulse. After a moment, her expression turned serious, and a hint of worry appeared in her eyes. At the same time, Ye Jiuchen swiftly took out a set of silver needles from his bag, carefully sterilized them over a candle flame, and precisely inserted them into several key acupoints on the old man's body. As the needles slowly penetrated, the old man's symptoms gradually eased, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.
After inquiring with the old man and those around him, they learned that the old man had suddenly fallen ill after eating a new type of pastry that had recently become popular in town. Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen exchanged a glance, a hint of doubt rising in their hearts. They suspected that the pastry might contain the source of the illness. Therefore, the two decided without hesitation to go to the pastry shop that sold this kind of pastry to investigate.
Upon entering the pastry shop, a faint, unpleasant odor immediately filled the air. Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen became alert and began carefully inspecting all the ingredients in the shop. After a thorough investigation, they discovered the problem—a rare spice used for seasoning had spoiled, become moldy, and produced a large amount of toxins. Clearly, this was the culprit that had caused those who ate it to fall ill.
Without delay, drawing upon their extensive medical knowledge and experience, they quickly concocted an antidote and tirelessly distributed it to the townspeople who had fallen ill from eating the pastries. In the following days, they worked tirelessly, day and night, constantly monitoring the patients' conditions and adjusting treatment plans as needed. Finally, thanks to their unremitting efforts, all the patients gradually recovered, and the townspeople's faces once again beamed with health and happiness.
The townspeople were deeply grateful to Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen for saving their lives, and they all came to offer their most precious possessions as gifts. However, Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen politely declined most of the gifts, taking only some dry rations to sustain them on their journey. Amidst the townspeople's respectful and grateful gazes, they embarked on their journey once more, resolutely heading towards the unknown distance, ready to face more unknown challenges, to help more patients suffering from illness, and to continue writing their legendary chapter filled with compassion and righteousness.