Carl was afraid that he would collapse her stove, so he dug some more in another place. Brittany weighed it in her hand and divided it into several lumps of reddish-yellow soil.
Only then did she hand the soil to Mrs. Queena. "Use one piece of this at a time. Pack it in a clean cloth and decoct it in water like you are decocting medicine. Decoct two bowls of water into one bowl and then give it to Rose to drink."
"Once a day in the morning and once in the evening for two days, then she will recover."
Mrs. Queena held these small pieces of soil and the corners of her mouth twitched. "This, isn't this just soil? Will it be useful if she eats it?"
A few onlookers also said, "Little girl, don't mess around. Although this soil can't kill people, it can't cure illnesses."
Mrs. Long also wanted to say something but hesitated. She had lived for decades and had never seen anyone use soil to treat illnesses.
