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"Illness?!" Shen Zongyuan ceased crying, snapping back from his shock, "What on earth is going on?"
"Da Niu, Fang Yuan was clearly in a critical state with her weak breath," the doctor beside them expressed incredulity, wanting to know the reason.
Wang Daniu nodded affirmatively in response: "Fang Yuan isn't sick, she's been cursed!"
Shen Zongyuan had grown up under the red flag and was a college student; he had a strong distaste for feudal superstition and thought this was completely nonsensical.
"Da Niu, regardless of whether your sister-in-law is cursed or ill, as long as you can cure her, I, Shen Zongyuan, swear to repay you generously."
Wang Daniu glanced over, thinking that although this village secretary was lacking in courage, unable to stand up against Liu Defu, he was, after all, a secretary; having him was better than not.
