"Father, I brought some herbs over. Do you think this can be used??"
At the entrance of the straw hut, a young lady in light-colored linen clothes was holding a pile of herbs in her hand and showing them to the old man with a white beard.
The old man sniffed the herbs one by one and finally picked out two or three. "These are usable. Go and smash these herbs and apply them to this person's wound."
"Okay."
Jun Shiling lay on the bed and felt a swelling pain in his head. He closed his eyes tightly and could not tell if he was in hell or somewhere. He only felt a hint of coolness close to his calf in a daze, clearing his thoughts for a moment.
In a daze, Jun Shiling could hear someone talking beside him. Someone was applying the herbs to him.
After a while, Jun Shiling fell unconscious again.
"Grandpa, he seems to have fainted again. Is he okay??" The young lady glanced at Jun Shiling's condition and looked at Old Master worriedly.
