There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Perhaps driven by curiosity, Jiang Mo, who was muttering to himself, couldn't help but tiptoe and peek at the patient, shaking his head repeatedly.

Those who have been stung by venomous bees and have swollen bumps all over their heads are considered to have mild symptoms here.

Some people were completely limp, like mud, as if all the bones in their bodies had turned into liquid, and even their facial features had collapsed.

It can be as bizarre as you want.

So, what's wrong with Yan Lingji that she came here for treatment?

A hint of worry appeared on her small face. Jiang Mo looked at Yan Lingji beside him with a serious expression, trying to discern the symptoms of her illness from her exquisitely beautiful face.

No matter how closely he looked at him, he couldn't see the slightest sign of illness.

Instead, they saw Yan Lingji walk sullenly to the corner, pick up a pottery jar that was half her height, and head towards the sickbed.

He kept muttering to himself:

"Uncle's condition is no longer serious; he only needs medication. Uncle Wu's natal Gu has been healed, so he needs a suitable amount of Gu... suitable amount, but how much exactly?"

Jiang Mo was stunned for a moment before he realized that Yan Lingji hadn't come to see a doctor.

She came here to treat someone!

Why do you look like you're about to get a shot in your bottom, with such an unwilling expression on your face?

This unexpected turn of events, reminiscent of a classic joke, left Jiang Mo speechless for a moment. He had no idea what he was supposed to do after being captured, and he stood there staring at the nimble Yan Lingji.

Despite her previous attempts to hide and her reluctance.

But once they arrived at the location, Yan Lingji became serious, her chubby little face displaying a maturity and solemnity beyond her years.

Small in size, but with a large medicine jar.

The visual contrast alone is striking, making Yan Lingji appear even more adorable, which made Jiang Mo unable to resist taking a few more glances.

"What are you standing there for? Come and lend a hand!"

Seeing that Jiang Mo was just standing there staring blankly at her, Yan Lingji, as she passed by him, raised her bare, fair foot and gently kicked him, her tone of command completely natural and unabashed:

"Go, bring me the innermost jar."

Clearly, Yan Lingji has adapted well to her role as the leader, and is now able to drag Jiang Mo along to face troubles without any psychological burden.

Jiang Mo naturally heard what Yan Lingji said.

But he did not act immediately. Instead, he looked up and glanced at the female spirit Wuming who had not left.

In ancient times, there was no distinction between spirits and shamans. Although medicine was not a prominent field of study in the Central Plains, it did produce world-renowned divine physicians like Bian Que, who paved the way for the future of medicine.

However, the medical theories of the physicians clearly failed to reach the Baiyue region.

Just like in ancient times, the distinction between spirits and sorcerers remains blurred here, and local poison and witchcraft techniques are also mixed in. These are profound knowledge that only the spirit sorcerers, a special class, can learn and master.

Yan Lingji has a special identity and has been able to participate in these things since she was a child.

But Jiang Mo, even if he were to presumptuously offer help, it might be considered a desecration.

However, the female spirit Wuming, who was watching over them, did not stop them at this moment. She leaned against the wall and took out a piece of animal skin, seemingly studying something.

He seemed completely oblivious to what was happening inside the house.

That half-hearted attitude immediately made Jiang Mo understand Ming's attitude and also made him smell an opportunity.

Knowledge is an opportunity to change your destiny.

This was especially true in the Baiyue region, where knowledge was particularly scarce.

Jiang Mo naturally wouldn't let it go easily. Following Yan Lingji's instructions, he jogged to the corner, but he couldn't quite figure out which jar she wanted him to take.

"That one~, the jar with the blood centipede engraved on it!"

Yan Lingji caught a glimpse of Jiang Mo struggling with the bottles and jars in the corner, and was pondering the treatment plan with her head down. She casually offered a reminder.

Jiang Mo noticed that there were some patterns engraved on the surface of the pottery jar.

Jiang Mo thought the special runes used to perform witchcraft were actually characters. If Yan Lingji hadn't reminded him, he would never have imagined that the crooked, worm-like marks were actually writing.

The script of the Baiyue people...

After staring at the text for a long time, Jiang Mo had to admit that he couldn't understand it at all.

It has absolutely no relation to the Chinese language of later generations, and there's no way to even begin to guess its meaning.

"Oh dear~ Such simple characters, surely no one doesn't recognize them? You really are ignorant and lack knowledge!"

Upon seeing Jiang Mo's appearance, Yan Lingji's lips curled up in a smile.

As if she had been waiting for this moment, she lightly retorted to the comment Jiang Mo had casually made yesterday.

She's not stupid; she just hadn't heard those stories about foxes and tigers before.

Jiang Mo touched his nose a little awkwardly. Yesterday, after listening to the idiom story he casually told, Yan Lingji refuted him in a very serious manner, saying that neither foxes nor tigers could talk.

That look was so adorable that Jiang Mo couldn't help but tease it a couple of times.

The foxes and tigers of the Central Plains are said to be able to talk. Not only can they talk, but tigers can also wield large knives, turn stones, and love to eat monkey heads as a snack with their drinks.

Foxes are even more extraordinary; they can transform into stunningly beautiful women.

However, be careful; don't think about just catching a white fox in the wild and keeping it as a pet. It might not be interested in repaying your kindness. Look at King Zhou of Shang, who kept Su Daji as a concubine, and ended up with eternal infamy.

This startled Yan Lingji, leaving her completely bewildered.

However, she was no ordinary child. Yan Lingji herself was a representative of extraordinary power. After carefully recalling all the witchcraft she had come into contact with and learned, she immediately refuted that it was impossible and that she had never heard of such a thing.

It was just a joke, so Jiang Mo casually replied:

That means you have limited knowledge and poor understanding.

Yan Lingji's little face puffed up with anger.

Jiang Mo never expected that this little girl would hold a grudge until now and even seize the opportunity to retaliate, which really made him feel like he had shot himself in the foot.

"Okay, I'm the one who's illiterate. Sister Yan, could you please tell me which one it is?"

Taking advantage of being an eight-year-old child, Jiang Mo shamelessly acted cute, and Yan Lingji seemed to enjoy his submissive behavior.

With a flick of her little hand, she clearly indicated the target with a small flame.

Instead of rushing to act, Jiang Mo stared at the engravings on the surface of the pottery jar, memorizing the unfamiliar characters and their meanings before calmly proceeding to the next step.

He reached out and picked up the ceramic jar that Yan Lingji needed.

The jar is very heavy.

Jiang Mo watched as Yan Lingji lifted the jar without batting an eye, but when he tried it himself, he realized it wasn't easy at all.

On the one hand, this is because Jiang Mo suffered from long-term malnutrition and was too weak.

On the other hand, it is also because of the extraordinary talent of Yan Lingji, who is like a martial arts prodigy with innate internal strength, and can show remarkable talent at a young age.

It's a bit heavy, but it's not a big deal.

What's even more chilling is that when Jiang Mo picked up the pottery jar, he could clearly hear a series of noises coming from inside.

It looked like something was crawling around inside.

The medicine here is alive.

Realizing this, Jiang Mo's already pale face became even more bloodless, and in his dazed state, he almost dropped the jar and shattered it on the ground.

Sorcery and witchcraft, that's quite normal.

Silently comforting himself, Jiang Mo couldn't help but look up at Yan Lingji, just in time to see her reach into the jar she had already taken and grab a handful of herbs.

The white and tender medicinal herbs were still wriggling restlessly in her hands.

With a pained expression, Yan Lingji slapped the medicinal herbs in her small hand onto the patient in front of her, letting the herbs wriggle and burrow into the patient's body.

"You're so thin, I always said you need to eat more and improve your health!"

Wiping the unknown liquid off her small hands, Yan Lingji walked up to Jiang Mo with a mischievous smile and reached into the jar he had brought over.

He kept muttering to himself, "Centipede with a hundred legs, drunken bamboo leaf green wine..."

Gudong~

Jiang Mo, who had thought he had escaped unscathed, swallowed hard and his face turned even paler. He instinctively took two steps back and assumed a defensive posture.

"Didn't I come here to help you out?"

"Do I want some too?"

Chapter 8 Recollections from the Sea

The spring sunshine is warm, and the blue waves surge.

"Amo, is this really delicious?"

Yan Lingji squatted on the ground, her eyes fixed on the straight and firm protrusion. A hint of hesitation appeared on her face. Her fair and tender feet stepped on the soft soil, and her toes twisted restlessly.

"Of course, you'll know once you've tried it."

Jiang Mo looked completely at ease. He bent down and gestured with his small hand, discovering that the thing was so thick that he could hardly grasp it completely with one hand.

So he called on Yan Lingji for help, and pulled out his gleaming hunting knife.

With a flurry of slashes and kicks, Jiang Mo finally managed to bring down the bamboo shoot that was shooting straight into the sky. He had just wiped his sweat when he saw Yan Lingji eagerly stuffing it into her mouth.

"No, that's not how you eat it!"

Jiang Mo tried to stop her, but Yan Lingji, that little glutton, was too quick. Before he could even finish speaking, she was already spitting out words with a pained expression.

"It's bitter and astringent, it doesn't taste good at all!"

Jiang Mo, who was about to explain with a wry smile that fresh bamboo shoots were poisonous and could not be eaten directly, suddenly felt his feet shake.

"Drink!"

Perhaps feeling that he was big enough to deserve a big one, Wushuang Gui grabbed the largest bamboo shoot and used the brute strength of Lu Zhishen uprooting a willow tree, exerting all his might.

He succeeded, managing to pull out a large amount of soil along with the excavated soil.

Caught off guard, Jiang Mo and Yan Lingji both slipped and fell into a mud puddle. Covered in dust and dirt, the two glanced at each other's disheveled appearance and couldn't help but burst out laughing...

The summer sun hangs high, and the heat of July is intense.