Fast Travel: Please take care of the wronged villain from all dimensions

Xihuan knew that he wanted to test his medical skills and verified his symptoms.

She stretched out her hand and put it on the old witch doctor's wrist. "Qi deficiency, weakness in limbs, fever, persistent cough, throat as if cut by a knife, and recent sputum with blood streaks."

The old witch doctor was stunned for a moment, and he was convinced by this female doll.

The old witch doctor said hurriedly, "I recently suspected that it was tuberculosis, but I don't think it looks like it. Girl, do you think this is it?"

The system voice sounded in Xihuan's mind, Jixiang [Host, he seems to be a combination of typhoid fever and tuberculosis. This world can cultivate immortality. Host, you can practice some elixirs and see. 】

Xihuan: "Okay, I'm too lazy to extract various medicines."

Xi Huan said truthfully, "It is a combination of typhoid fever and tuberculosis. Although it is difficult to cure, I happen to know some alchemy skills in the world of immortality. I can make elixirs for you. You can cooperate with me in the treatment."

As Xihuan took out a dozen masks from the system space, which looked like empty-handed masks to others, the old witch doctor almost knelt down.

But he didn't kneel down, "Thank you, Immortal!"

Xi Huan smiled and said, "Take me to the village to see it."

The old witch doctor was a little more enthusiastic than before.

The village as a whole is a semicircular valley, and outside the valley are circles of wooden houses scattered at different heights.

The old witch doctor led her to a high platform and said, "Immortal, this is the place where we offer sacrifices."

Xi Huan asked in confusion, "Who is your high priest?"

The old witch doctor smiled and said, "It's the old man."

Xi Huan understood instantly, "Doesn't your place look deserted?"

The old witch doctor's already old face had a bitter smile, looking helpless and a little pitiful.

"The Immortal didn't know something. Our village was moved here three years ago. Unexpectedly, the farmer's harvest was not good. In the past few years, the sons of many clan chiefs have gone down the mountain to buy grain."

Xihuan was stunned, "Buying food?"

The old witch doctor coughed a few times and said, "Yes, our patriarch's son often goes down the mountain to buy food."

Xihuan told what happened at the foot of the mountain very directly, "Your clan leader's son went to the foot of the mountain to steal people's food. If you don't believe it, take him down to see him after he recovers from his illness."

The old witch doctor couldn't believe it.

At this time, Ming Lingxue's voice sounded outside, "Little Master Uncle!"

Xi Huan looked at the old witch doctor, "It is not convenient for me as an outsider to participate in the affairs of the clan, but after the epidemic passes, I can change the surrounding environment and make the soil suitable for planting."

The old witch doctor nodded, "Thank you, immortal. I will discuss this matter in the long run."

Xihuan took out a few packets of medicine and said, "It takes time to practice medicine. You can take this for now."

Xihuan left the village and Ming Lingxue was still looking for her nearby, "Uncle Junior?"

Xi Huan suddenly appeared behind her, "Let's go down the mountain."

Ming Lingxue asked in confusion, "Uncle Junior, you said you were going to deal with the bandits' den, but I still want to help you?"

Xi Huan raised his finger and pointed behind him, "Maybe it's not a simple bandit's nest..."

Xihuan informed Ming Lingxue of the situation, "What do you think we should do with them?"

Ming Lingxue thought for a while, "I think they should be forgiven. The son of the patriarch is doing it for his own people. Although the method is a bit extreme, I think it is understandable."

Xihuan said nothing and continued walking forward. After taking a few steps, he looked back and said, "It doesn't matter whether we forgive you or not. We have to see if the villagers down the mountain can understand this approach."

The two returned to the foot of the mountain. Xihuan took the herbs and took out a few packets of medicine from the space to Ming Lingxue. She had picked them just now. Jixiang had prepared them in the space.