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Inside the car, a well-dressed man and woman, Ran He and Wu Xu, were looking into the distance through the window.

Their eyes seemed to penetrate the noise and capture the anxiety and struggle in the center of the village not far away.

The two exchanged glances, then got out of the car and set foot on a path leading deep into the village.

As they got closer, the noise in the center of the village gradually became clearer. It was a complex sound mixed with anxiety, helplessness and expectation.

Ran He suddenly stopped, seemingly in no hurry to enter the core of the debate. Instead, he chose to stop and watch from a distance, listening silently to the discussion that was spreading from far to near.

At this time, the village chief spoke again, his voice firm and powerful, trying to find order in the chaos: "Please be quiet, let's make a decision now. Friends who think the weaving workshop should be closed, please stand on my left; those who insist on continuing the business, please stand on the right. We follow the principle of minority obeying majority, but before making a decision, please think twice."

As the village chief finished speaking, the whole scene froze in an instant, along with his expression, which was frozen in seriousness.

Several respected elders moved first, walking to the side with heavy steps, followed closely by the families who had lost their loved ones in the disaster.

As time went by, more and more people chose to close their weaving workshops, while the other side became particularly deserted.

Seeing this, Ma Zhi could no longer suppress his anger. He stepped forward and asked the other party loudly, his voice full of reluctance and anger: "The weaving workshop is the hard work and dream of all of us. Are you really willing to watch it disappear silently like this?"

However, his question received no direct response, only silence.

The villagers who had not made a choice looked at the two increasingly distinct groups of people, and the balance in their hearts began to tilt subtly, and they finally joined the team that seemed safer.

At this time, Ma Zhi, Ma Yongbo and other families became the minority among the minority, standing alone on the empty side.

At that moment, it seemed as if an invisible gap existed between them and most people. A barrier was formed and the distance between them became unreachable.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Ma Zhi still refused to give up easily. He earnestly persuaded the people around him, trying to awaken their hope, but what he got in return was only more indifference and avoidance.

Seeing this, Ma Yongbo sighed helplessly, gently pulled Ma Zhi's arm, and comforted him in a deep and vicissitudes of life tone: "Xiao Zhi, forget it, everyone has their own aspirations, you can't force it."

Faced with this helpless situation, the patriarch could only shake his head and let out a long sigh. The air was filled with a sense of depression and sorrow, which seemed to foreshadow the end of an era.

Just when everyone was feeling heavy-hearted, a calm and clear voice blew past everyone's ears like a spring breeze: "It seems that I came at an inopportune time."

These abrupt words immediately attracted everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes turned to the source of the sound.

I saw Ran He and his group walking slowly towards the center of the village, heading directly towards the position of the patriarch.

"Ma clan leader."

Ran He's voice was gentle and firm, breaking the deadlock around them.

The clan leader was a little embarrassed and apologetic, with a barely perceptible fatigue in his voice: "I'm so sorry to let you see this. You have seen with your own eyes the current predicament of Majia Village. Even if the weaving workshop really has to be closed, we will definitely pay back every cent of the compensation that belongs to us."

Wu Xu responded gently, his voice full of understanding and support: "The clan leader is too modest. We always firmly believe in the reputation of Majia Village."

Ran He then asked: "Excuse me, where is Steward Wang now?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Zhi took the initiative to step forward. A hint of sadness flashed across his eyes, but he still forced himself to say, "I'll take you to find him."

Under the leadership of Ma Zhi, the group followed silently. Ma Zhi's steps were no longer brisk, and his heart was filled with heavy sorrow, which was in sharp contrast to his optimistic and talkative image in the past.

Along the way, they passed by several families with white cloth hung in front of their doors, immersed in a sad atmosphere, and the air was filled with grief.

Occasionally, you can faintly hear a child's low sobbing coming from a window. The sound is like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart again and again.

After passing through that suffocating journey, Ma Zhi pushed open a mottled courtyard door. A slight noise came from inside the door, and an old woman who was blind but extremely sensitive to sound groped her way out.

"Zhi'er, are there guests coming?"

Although her eyes cannot be seen, the warmth and care revealed in her words touch the heart.

"Mother, they are from the city. They are the employers of Manager Wang, Mr. Wu and Mrs. Wu."

Ma Zhi explained.

Ma Da Niang quickly invited him in with the attitude of a host: "Please come in, please come in."

"Mom, I'll take them to see Steward Wang first."

After Ma Zhi finished speaking, he led everyone to the side room.

Entering the side room, Ma Zhi gently pushed open the door, and a faint herbal fragrance wafted to his face.

The scene inside the house was simple and dilapidated. Manager Wang was lying on a simple wooden bed. His face was haggard, his lips were chapped, and his breathing was weak. It seemed that he might die at any time.

Ran He carefully examined his wounds and found that the injuries to his abdomen and head were the most serious. There were signs of infection in his abdomen, while the trauma to his head was the main reason for his long coma.

Without timely treatment, Manager Wang would have had a hard time getting through this difficult time.

Seeing this, Ran He acted quickly, and Wu Xu tacitly took the medicine box handed to her by Mo Zhu, took out the porcelain bottle from it and handed it to her.

Ran He first carefully cleaned Manager Wang's wound with high-concentration alcohol, then applied a special plaster, and finally bandaged it carefully.

As for the injuries on the head, wipe them gently with the diluted spiritual spring water.

She also wrote a prescription on the spot and asked Mo Zhu to go to the city to get the medicine as soon as possible.

Taking advantage of the gap, she cleverly let Manager Wang drink some diluted spiritual spring water. Although the dose was small, it was enough to maintain his life fire.

After the drug starts to work, gradually increase the dosage to avoid causing unnecessary reactions.

Ran He's series of operations were as smooth as flowing water, and before he knew it, nearly an hour had passed.

Ma Zhi was stunned and asked in disbelief, "Mrs. Wu, you are proficient in medicine?"

"No, no, I only have some common sense, I am far from being a doctor."

Ran He's answer was sincere and modest. All she had mastered was some basic medical knowledge, which might seem different here, but in the real medical field, she knew she still had a lot to learn.