I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

Uncle Li was also in a difficult situation, but he couldn't bear to watch his child die like that.

"No, Xiucai can't be in any trouble. At worst, we can go to Doctor Zhang to buy some money on credit. Let's go, take the child to the clinic!"

Aunt Li cried and grabbed her husband's hand: "It's useless. Doctor Zhang said last time that she can't cure this disease. It's a waste of money to go to the doctor. We have already owed a lot of money on credit. We really can't afford it anymore. Wuuwuwu..."

Uncle Li stamped his feet in regret, then squatted down helplessly, grabbing his hair with both hands and pulling it non-stop.

He hated himself for being so incompetent that he couldn't even save his own daughter.

At this time, He Ronger walked to the edge of the kang, looked at the little girl's face, and gently put his hand on her wrist.

This action caught Aunt Li's attention. She looked up at He Rong'er blankly with her swollen eyes: "Who are you?"

He Ronger looked at Aunt Li and said with a firm look in her eyes: "I can cure your child's illness."

Her words startled Uncle Li, who was squatting on the ground, and he stood up suddenly and looked at He Ronger.

Originally, he was thinking of trying any possible means to cure his illness, but when he saw the child in front of him, who was only a few years older than Xiucai on the bed, the glimmer of hope that had just risen was extinguished.

"Child, don't talk nonsense. You are still a child, how can you see a doctor?"

He Rong'er did not argue. She looked at the girl on the bed and said, "Has she always loved crying and making trouble since she was young? She can't sleep well and is easily awakened in the middle of the night. And her hands and feet are cold when it's cold?"

Aunt Li's eyes flashed with surprise, and she nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, that's it. Child, how did you know?"

"Her hair is thinning and her complexion is yellow. It's obvious that she is suffering from deficiency of Qi and blood. Is she also picky about food on weekdays?"

Hearing this, the couple was a little embarrassed: "No, we eat whatever we have at home. There is no choice."

He Ronger was stunned for a moment, then looking at Uncle Li and Aunt Li's yellowish complexion, she immediately understood.

Because their family lives in poverty, they don't pay attention to nutrition at all. As long as they can fill their stomachs, they will eat anything that is cheap.

"Well, I have some herbs here that can replenish qi and blood. You can boil them for the child and feed him for a month. The symptoms of dizziness will be reduced. But you need to pay attention to your diet in the future and eat more meat, eggs and vegetables."

After saying that, He Ronger took out another pill from his arms.

"This is a medicine that my master gave me. It can replenish blood in a short period of time. Give her this medicine and she will wake up in a cup of tea."

He Ronger originally wanted to say that she did it herself, but when she thought about her young age and was not convinced by the crowd, she quickly changed her words.

"Your master?"

"Well, my master is from the Qixuan Sect." Although Uncle Zou did not allow him to become his disciple, she had already regarded Lin Ze as her mentor in her heart. Besides, he did not say who it was, so let others guess.

When they heard that it was a young disciple from the Immortal Sect, all the doubts that the Li couple had just had were dispelled.

"Okay, thank you, little girl. But the money for the medicine..." Uncle Li agreed readily, but he was in trouble again. The family had no money to cook, so how could he pay for the medicine?

"I don't want your medicine money." He Ronger shook her head.

Uncle Li was stunned and looked at He Ronger. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he hesitated for a long time and couldn't utter a word.

"Oh, little girl, if you don't want money for medicine, what do you want? Tell me, as long as it can save our Xiucai, we will give you everything we have." Aunt Li said as she was about to get off the kang.

When Uncle Li heard Aunt Li say this, he suddenly remembered that the child had asked him about the tobacco pipe in the alley before, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Girl, do you want this?"

As he said this, he took out the somewhat old tobacco pipe from his arms.

Seeing the pipe again, He Ronger's eyes sparkled and she nodded with a smile: "I don't want your medicine money, can you give me this?"

Before Uncle Li could come back to his senses, Aunt Li smiled and snatched the thing from his hand and stuffed it into He Ronger's hand: "Here, take it! You saved my Xiucai, so this thing is for you."

It was worth it to exchange a worthless little item for their daughter's life.

Aunt Li dissolved the medicine in water and gave it to Xiucai, and the child soon woke up.

The Li couple thanked He Ronger profusely and sent her to the gate.

He Ronger held the pipe and walked back to the alley with satisfaction.

At this time, Zou Mubai had already returned to the original place, but he could not see He Ronger and was extremely anxious.

Just when he was about to go back to the sect to look for someone, he saw He Ronger shaking his head and turning out from a small alley not far away. His anxious heart finally calmed down.

"Where have you been? Why did you run around without waiting for me?" Zou Mubai asked angrily.

He Ronger was frightened by the sudden accusation. She looked at Zou Mubai and her face fell: "I'm sorry, Uncle Zou, I..."

Seeing the little girl about to cry, Zou Mubai realized that his tone was too harsh, and he squatted down to coax her, "Uncle Zou was wrong. I shouldn't have left you here alone. If you go far away in the future, you must leave me a secret signal or send me a message."

He took out a small stack of sound transmission notes from his storage bag and stuffed them into He Ronger's empty hand.

With his palms full, He Ronger looked down at the stack of talisman papers in his hands, marveling at how rich Master Zou was.

At this time, Zou Mubai also noticed what was in He Ronger's other hand. He frowned and looked at it and asked, "What's in your hand?"

He Ronger raised the pipe in her hand and said, "Uncle Zou, I was just about to tell you, this is a pipe I bought with my medical fees! Don't you think it's beautiful?"

"Cigarette?" Zou Mubai stared at the thing covered with copper rust and with a greenish black color. Disdain flashed in his eyes: "What do you want to do with this thing? It's not worth much."

"But I felt familiar with it the first time I saw it, as if it had belonged to me before." He Ronger said in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Zou Mubai looked at the tobacco pipe a few more times, but couldn't see anything.

He rubbed the little girl's head and said, "Okay, I'll take you shopping again and I'll buy you a furnace that satisfies you."

"No need, Uncle Zou. I haven't learned pharmacology yet, and I haven't condensed the spirit fire yet, so it's too early to buy an alchemy furnace. I heard from some disciples of Yaofeng that only by condensing the spirit fire can you use the spirit fire to sense what kind of alchemy furnace is more suitable for you."

Zou Mubai didn't know how to make medicine, but he knew these basic common sense, so he had to give up.

On the way back to the sect, He Ronger remembered something and raised his head and asked, "Uncle Zou, what were you doing just now?"

"I seemed to have met an acquaintance just now, and wanted to follow him, but I lost him." Zou Mubai said in a muffled voice.

He didn't expect that there were monks in the spiritual world who were faster than him.

But it was also because of this that he was more certain that it was that guy Xiu Wen.

I haven't seen him for a thousand years. How is that guy?