After examining the last patient, Jiang Beiran confirmed that the villagers were not suffering from any serious plague. They were suffering from starvation and other illnesses such as anorexia and gastric inflammation. He only needed to prescribe some medicine to nourish his Qi and blood.
The most important thing was to have a good rest after that, and this good rest included a good meal.
However, for the villagers here, eating well was too extravagant.
"Thank you, Taoist priest…Thank you, Taoist priest. When I can move, I will definitely get off the bed and kowtow to you a hundred times."
Looking at the old man on the bed, whose complexion had improved a lot, Jiang Beiran merely smiled and covered the old man with a straw mat.""Have a good rest. I'll go and see other houses."
"Hey!" The old man nodded and quickly shouted to a young man behind him,"Er Bing Zi, quickly send the Taoist priest off."
