Rebirth of a Village Girl

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Chapter 32: 031: Prescription !

Translator: 549690339

Yang Guobao’s epilepsy originated from his mother’s womb.

Over the years, they had consulted countless hospitals and even tried folk remedies, but to no avail. If anything, Yang Guobao’s condition only worsened. The frequency of his seizures also increased substantially.

Even foreign medical experts stated that such a disease could only be managed, not cured.

Hearing someone claim that they could cure her son’s epilepsy, Wang Meifeng was of course elated.

Seeing her daughter’s excitement, the old lady gently advised, “Meifeng, don’t get your hopes up too high. That young girl is only seventeen.”

The greater the hope,

The greater the potential disappointment.

At her words, some of the hope in Wang Meifeng’s eyes dimmed. She responded, “Mom, no matter what, I want to give it a try.”

The old lady sighed helplessly.

“Alright, let’s go take a look.”

Wang Meifeng nodded and glanced at Yang Guobao, who was chasing after a rooster, a pang of sadness filling her eyes.

Due to his physical condition, there were no children willing to play with Yang Guobao since he was young…

As a mother, she wished so dearly for her son to enjoy a normal, happy childhood like other children.

When Wang Meifeng and her group arrived at the Ni Family’s home, Ni Yang was serving food in the kitchen, while Ni Cuihua was feeding her daughter in the room.

Ni Chenggui was sitting at the table, waiting for the meal to start.

The table was set with three dishes and a soup, hot steam rising and filling the air with appetizing smells.

“Is Chenggui at home?” the old lady called out as she entered the house.

At the sound of her voice, Ni Chenggui quickly stood up, looking out to see his guests. Recognizing them, a smile filled his face as he hurried forward to greet them. “Aunt, Meifeng, what brings you here? Have you eaten yet? We were just about to start dinner, please come in and join us!”

Ni Chenggui had heard a bit about Wang Meifeng’s situation. He didn’t know the specifics, but he knew the Yang family had some influence in Beijing.

Therefore, Ni Chenggui had always been very courteous to the Wang family.

The old lady chuckled, “Chenggui, no need for formalities. We’ve already eaten. By the way, is that girl called Yangyang staying here with you?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Ni Chenggui nodded. As he spotted Wang Meifeng holding Yang Guobao’s hand, his face looked slightly uneasy. Lowering his voice, he asked, “Did something happen? Did Yangyang cause you any trouble?”

Seeing Ni Chenggui’s misunderstanding, Wang Meifeng quickly clarified, “No, not at all, sister-in-law. I’m here specifically to thank her…” After that, she briefly explained the situation.

Ni Chenggui let out a sigh of relief, laughing, “1 knew it. Yangyang’s a clever and capable girl, she wouldn’t cause any trouble. She’s inside, come in.” Finishing his sentence, Ni Chenggui leaned in and asked in a lower voice, “Really though, is Yangyang that amazing?”

Having lived with Ni Yang for so long, Ni Chenggui knew that she was no ordinary girl. However, he was clueless that she could also treat illnesses.

“Yes, she is.”

Wang Meifeng nodded, holding Yang Guobao’s hand as she followed Ni Chenggui into the house.

As they entered, Ni Yang was just bringing out three bowls of rice.

Upon spotting Ni Yang, Yang Guobao immediately ran over, smiling, “Sister!”

“Guobao.” Ni Yang calmly put the bowls on the table, then squatted down to pat Yang Guobao’s cute little head, smiling gently, “Did you have dinner yet?” “Yes!” Yang Guobao nodded, pointing at Wang Meifeng and introducing, “Sister, this is my mom.”

Wang Meifeng approached Ni Yang, smiling gently, “Young comrade, hello. 1 am Guobao’s mother. Thank you for what you did this afternoon.” Her words fell, then she respectfully bowed deeply. ๐š๐š›ee๐ฐ๐—ฒ๐š‹n๐จ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒl.๐œ๐จm

Ni Yang quickly reached out to support Wang Meifeng, “Auntie, you’re being too kind! It’s the duty of a doctor to save lives and heal the wounded. As long as Guobao is okay, that’s all that matters.”

At her words, Wang Meifeng looked into Ni Yang’s eyes with added admiration and surprise.

What was surprising was that Ni Yang, despite her young age, had a character that was as clear as jade: calm and composed. She was beautiful as well, her eyes and eyebrows had the quality of fine artwork, and her every smile and frown was like a scenic view, even surpassing the female teachers at school in terms of demeanor.

What she admired was that Ni Yang did not act arrogantly simply because she saved someone’s life.

She was very indifferent, as indifferent as if she wasn’t the one who saved the life.

Wang Meifeng, who has seen countless people, could tell that Ni Yang wasnโ€™t putting on an act.

“No matter what, we must thank you properly.” Wang Meifeng motioned to Yang Guobao, “Guobao, hurry and thank your sister.”

Most people would avoid Yang Guobao as soon as they saw him convulsing, fearing that they could get involved. But Ni Yang was the only one who not only did not avoid him, but also saved him.

“Thank you, sister,” Yang Guobao bowed slightly.

Ni Yang’s eyes curved, and she reached out to touch Yang Guobao’s head, “Guobao, wait here for a moment. 1 need to talk to Auntie outside, okay?” “Okay,” Yang Guobao obediently nodded.

“Auntie,” Ni Yang looked up at Wang Meifeng.

Wang Meifeng immediately understood and followed Ni Yang’s footsteps.

Outside,

The sky had darkened, with frog calls and insect choruses filling the air, the stars scattered across the sky, and the fragrance of unimown flowers carried in with the breeze, creating a serene ambience.

A few elderly people sit under the camphor tree, holding palm leaf fans and chatting while enjoying the cool breeze.

The young children sat on small stools, listening attentively to the old people’s tales of the past.

This scene does not exist in the future world, where towering skyscrapers separate people from each other. Even neighbors who live next door might not speak to each other despite living in such close proximity for more than a decade, they might even be…. strangers.

The saying “better a close neighbour than a distant cousin” is also gradually becoming obsolete.

Ni Yang brushed her frontal hair away and looked at Wang Meifeng standing opposite her, “Auntie, since you came here, it means that you believe in me…” As she spoke, Ni Yang handed the piece of white paper in her hand to Wang Meifeng before continuing, “This is the anti-epilepsy prescription handed down by my ancestors. Follow the instructions on this prescription, simmer the herbs on low heat for three hours, reduce the mixture from three bowls to one bowl, and take this consecutively for three months. Guobao’s epilepsy will be cured.”

From the viewpoint of traditional medicine, there is no possibility to completely cure epilepsy.

But Ni Yang was different. After all, she was back from the 21st century. In her previous life, she may have been a businesswoman but she had also devoted half her life to studying medicine. Epilepsy was not a difficult and complicated disease in her eyes, it could be cured.

Wang Meifeng took the prescription with both hands, gratefully saying, “Young comrade, thank you, thank you…” At this moment, Wang Meifeng was so moved that she didn’t know what else to say…

Although she did not know if this prescription would be effective for her son’s illness.

But at least, Ni Yang had given her a glimmer of hope.

As long as there was even a slightest chance, she would not give up.

All the doctors could only shake their heads helplessly when faced with Yang Guobao’s illness, only Ni Yang claimed that it could be cured.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Ni Yang smiled slightly before continuing, “Wait until Guobao is cured, then it won’t be too late to bring him to thank me.”

“But you must accept this money.” Wang Meifeng stuffed the prepared money into Ni Yang’s hand.

She was in a hurry and hadn’t brought any gifts.

Moreover, in this era, there was nothing more practical than giving money as a

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