The morning glow slowly climbed up from the mountains to the east. The light fog in the morning gradually dissipated under the sunlight, and the dew on the grass flashed with crystal light. A few dog barking came from the village at the foot of the mountain. Then the creaking rubbing sounds sounded when the wooden door was opened, and the quiet village began to be awakened by the sounds of people's activities and speech. At this time, a young man carrying a medicine basket ran towards a house with an anxious look on his face. Behind the boy was a girl with a beautiful appearance and graceful temperament. Looking at the young man who was running in front of him, panting, and even the herbs collected in the medicine basket were spilled out because of the excessive running movements and had no time to pick them up, the girl's eyes showed a worried look.

"Xiao Lin went to collect herbs so early? Yesterday, Hu Zi and I went up the mountain to hunt a grizzly bear. The bear gall I took out was not broken at all. I will send it to you later. With this bear gall, I believe Dr. Jiang's illness will be cured soon." Just as the boy was running in a hurry, a big man in a fence yard was bare-armed and stretched his tendons as if he was practicing in the morning shouting to the boy. If the boy had to stop to thank the man in the past, and took out some medicinal materials equivalent to the bear gall to exchange with the man.

Although the villagers in the village are simple and helpful, the boy never thinks that it is a matter of course for others to help him, so he has to pay for himself. However, today the boy seemed to have not heard the words of a big man, just stared at the house in the distance, running anxiously. The boy was tripped by a stone, and his knees and elbows that were on the ground were shattered and blood was oozing out. However, the boy seemed to have not felt it, and staggered up and continued to run forward.

Seeing this scene, the man was stunned at first, and then seemed to think of something that changed his face. He didn't bother to put on the coarse cloth coat on the side, the man jumped out of the fence and rushed towards the courtyard where the boy was staring in his eyes. However, the man who rushed out thought about something and turned around and shouted to his house: "What happened to Hu Zi's mother, Xiao Lin's family, so hurry up and ask Hu Zi to come and help. By the way, bring the bear gall I took out yesterday."

The voice of the big man was very loud, and everyone in the village heard his voice. At this time, some villagers who were tying their legs and pulling their tendons like the big man just now, or villagers who were doing other things put down their work and ran towards the house to the east of the village. Some remembered that they could help with anything in their homes, and before they could bring them with them, they ordered their wives, and then hurriedly ran towards the house.

"Dad, wake up, wake up, Lin'er is back from collecting herbs. Open your eyes to look at Lin'er." The villagers heard a cry that made people couldn't help but burst into tears as soon as they entered the courtyard. The people who entered the courtyard first had no time to say hello, so they all ran in with a whistle.

At this time, beside the big bed in the main house of the house, the boy who was carrying a medicine basket was kneeling there, lying on the bed shaking, his hair was yellow and his face was withered, and his big hands were already skinny. From the man's face, he could no longer judge his age, because the boy called his father, the man should be a middle-aged man. However, because of the serious illness, the man's face was even older than the old man in his seventies.

All those who came in could not help but feel sad, although they knew that the man lying on the bed was terminally ill and could die at any time. But when this moment really came, everyone's hearts were not as relaxed as they had imagined. The man who had just greeted the boy walked forward, as if he wanted to comfort the boy. However, at this time, he followed the girl behind the boy. Yes, in this room full of people, the girl did not squeeze in, but walked in. Because every time the girl took a step forward, the person who stood in front of her would be pushed away by an invisible force, as if he took the initiative to make way for the girl. However, at this time, everyone was caring about the patients on the bed and the boy beside the bed. In addition, the girl was not big in size and did not need much space to move forward, so it did not attract the attention of others.

Seeing the young man kneeling beside the bed holding his father's hand and shaking his sad face, the girl's face showed an unbearable look on her face. Just as the man who was greeting the boy just now came forward to comfort her, the girl's eyes wandered on the faces of the boy and the patients on the bed. The girl stretched out her jade fingers and looked at the patient on the bed very secretly. An invisible force injected into the body of the boy's father on the bed. And this is simple

A single finger seemed to have consumed a lot of strength from the girl. The girl's face suddenly turned pale, and beads of sweat rolled down from the girl's forehead. After all this, the girl dragged her tired body and retreated. Just after the girl pointed, the patient on the bed who seemed to have died slowly opened her eyes. Looking at the boy kneeling in front of him, a look of guilt and care flashed in the patient's eyes.

"Lin'er, I'm fine, I'm just too sleepy just now, so I slept for a while." The patient raised his arm on the other side and patted the back of the boy holding his big hand. He smiled reluctantly on his withered face, looking at his son lovingly and guiltyly. However, whether it was intentional or unintentional, the man looked at the girl who had left, and a warning light flashed in his eyes.

"Doctor Jiang, are you okay? It's fine. Xiaolin stop crying, don't you see your father awake?" The big man who walked forward covered the worry in his eyes and said.

"Yes, yes. Dr. Jiang is such a good person, and he will definitely get good rewards. Maybe he will get sick tomorrow. Don't worry about Xiaolin. I found a piece of Polygonatum in the mountains yesterday, and I will ask your aunt to bring it to you later." The man's words aroused the response of other villagers, but although he said that, the worries on these people's faces could not be concealed. After all, all the villagers knew about the situation of the young father. This time he woke up for luck, but maybe next time...

"Okay, don't stand here, let Dr. Jiang, Xiaolin, talk, and we all go out." Seeing the villagers who could not hide their expression, the man waved his hand and drove everyone out, so as not to worry even more when the boy saw it.

"Uncle Dashan, thank you, and you all have caused trouble for you." Seeing his father wake up, the boy's anxious mood relieved a lot. So when he heard the man's words, the boy returned to his former kindness and kindness.

"It is necessary to take care of each other by the villagers. Besides, when Dr. Jiang was not sick, the famous doctors in the villages saved many people. Now that your family has something to do, we naturally cannot ignore it." The man called Uncle Dashan waved his hand and said, and the villagers also said a few words and retreated.

Seeing everyone retreating, the man on the hospital bed looked at his son with some guilt and said, "Kobayashi, I'm afraid I can't do it this time."

"No, dad, I must find a way to cure you. I found a hundred-year-old ginseng on the mountain, but there was a beast guarding wherever I found a way to dig out the ginseng, and your illness would be cured." Hearing his father's words, Jiang Lin interrupted before his father finished speaking, looking at his father with tears in his eyes. But although the tears were rolling in his eyes, Jiang Lin stubbornly endured it and did not let it stay.

"Silly child, your medical skills are still handed over to you by your father. My father knows his physical condition, but he has been with him for so many years because he can't bear to leave you. But this time, my father is probably really not able to do it anymore. Don't interrupt and listen to his father's words." Seeing Jiang Lin interrupting again, the man stopped Jiang Lin from interrupting and continued: "The thing Dad can't let go of is you. I promised that if something happens to my father, you must live well. And... don't blame your mother, she has to take your brother away with her. If possible, let her take your brother back to this ancestral home to see. Your brother has not burned incense to his ancestors yet, cough cough..."

"Dad, stop talking, you have a good rest, I'll go and decoct the medicine for you, you will definitely get better." When Jiang Lin heard the man mention his mother, a glimmer of grief flashed in Jiang Lin's eyes, but it was quickly covered up by Jiang Lin. Seeing that his father coughed continuously, Jiang Lin kept slapping his father's back and saying.

"Stay here, dad... cough cough... dad has something to tell you." The man grabbed Jiang Lin's hand and refused to let Jiang Lin leave. He coughed for a long time before he changed his mind and said, "Help me get up and go to the ancestral hall."

"Dad, you should have a good rest now, not to get up." Jiang Lin stopped.

"Did you stop listening to your father when you are sick? Help me get up and go to the ancestral hall. I want to give the last stick of incense to the ancestors and ancestral schools." The man struggled to sit up by himself. Seeing his father so determined, Jiang Lin had to support his father to do it, help him put on his coat carefully, and then support the man to walk towards the ancestral hall.

The man's name is Jiang Shan, Jiang Lin's father. A famous doctor who is eight inches tall has saved many mountain people. But I don't know why he suddenly fell seriously ill ten years ago and has been bedridden since then. Jiang Shan's wife took Jiang Shan's youngest son, who was not yet one year old, and left the Jiang family when Jiang Lin was six years old. This is also the reason why Jiang Lin was so sad when he mentioned his mother. After all, a six-year-old child lost his mother and had to take care of his seriously ill father. Only Jiang Lin knew what kind of hardships Jiang Lin had endured over the years, but Jiang Lin had never complained about anything, but if even his father left him, Jiang Lin really didn't know how he should survive.

The Jiang family's house is very large, larger than the entire village. However, the entire existence is only Jiang Lin's family's surname is Jiang, and all the others have surnames Wang, so this village is called Wangjia Village. It is very strange to build such a large house with a different surname at the gathering place of other surnames, but Jiang Lin doesn't know what exactly it is. Jiang Lin's father Jiang Shan can't tell any reason. Because judging from the ranking of worship in the ancestral hall, the Jiang family has been passed down here for more than ten generations. And each generation has only one male, and it was not until Jiang Lin's generation that there were two males. Therefore, although the Jiang family has the largest house in Wangjia Village, because each generation has only one son, it has not been scattered.

Jiang Lin remembered that when he was young, the entire house was very enviable, and there were dozens of servants and maids in his family. He was a well-known large household in the vicinity of dozens of miles away. However, after Jiangshan fell ill, especially after Jiang Lin's mother left with Jiang Lin's younger brother, the Jiang family quickly declined, and the prosperity of the Jiang family courtyard no longer existed. Now, except for the main house and ancestral hall intact, other places have become dilapidated. The enviable large households in the past live in ruins at this time, and are even better than looking at a farmhouse.

"Dad, my child will definitely make the Jiang family prosperous again." Jiang Lin's eyes were also moist, holding his father to walk towards the ancestral hall. Seeing his father looking at the dilapidated houses around him, his eyes showed heartache and his expression as if he was sorry for the ancestors of the Jiang family. Jiang Lin's eyes were also a little wet, and he held back his crying and said.

Jiang Shan didn't say anything but patted Jiang Lin's back of his hand. With Jiang Lin's support, he slowly walked towards the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall was very divided into two courtyards. The front yard seemed a little dilapidated because it had not been repaired for a long time. However, the place where the Jiang family's ancestral tablets were stored in the backyard withstand the erosion of time. Although it still seemed a little dusk and covered with the dust of time, there was no trace of dilapidation.

"Drip blood on the top of this pattern." With Jiang Lin's support, Jiang Shan struggled to complete the worship. Just when Jiang Lin wanted to support Jiang Shan to go back to rest, Jiang Shan asked Jiang Lin to support himself next to the pillar on the left of the ancestral hall. Then Jiang Shan pointed to a pattern on the pillar in front of him and said.

The Jiang family's ancestral hall is very large, so there are more than a dozen large pillars in the ancestral hall, but it is different from the pillars of other wealthy families, carved dragons and phoenixes and strange beasts and stones. Most of the pillars of the Jiang family's ancestral hall are flowers and plants, and there are few patterns of strange beasts or rocks. The pattern pointed at by Jiang Shan at this time is one of the few pillars with animal patterns carved among all the pillars. This is a pattern with a rice ear in the beak of a bird. The birds are very ordinary, and the ears of rice are also very ordinary. This kind of ball can be seen everywhere on the windows of the farmhouse, so there is nothing special about it.

Looking at the pattern in front of him, he looked at his father again. Although Jiang Lin didn't know what his father meant, he still bit his fingers and dripped blood on the pattern according to his father's wishes. The blood kept wandering from top to bottom along the pattern, and finally soaked the entire pattern. It was strange that there was more than one pattern on the entire pillar, and there were other patterns under the birds. However, the blood dripping from Jiang Lin only spun in this pattern and did not continue to flow downward.
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