Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

"Is there really nothing wrong with her body? But why doesn't she wake up?" Jiang Wenming said anxiously, his eyes unconsciously turning red again, with tears welling up in them.

The doctor at the side looked at the unconscious child on the bed, sighed helplessly, and then slowly shook his head: "Alas, this... I really don't know. Maybe my medical skills are not good enough, I am really ashamed!"

Hearing this, the last glimmer of hope in Jiang Wenming's heart was shattered, and he could no longer hold back his tears.

Sure enough, it was exactly as Ma Chao had guessed before, it was the Yin-Yang Master who did it.

Looking back on the journey, they encountered countless difficulties and obstacles, but even when facing life-threatening situations, they were reluctant to take a single pill of the special medicine.

Because they knew the child's condition was serious, she couldn't eat and drink on her own to replenish the nutrients her body needed, and she would starve to death, so she now needed more special medicines to maintain her life.

So, they would carefully feed her two special medicines every day, fearing that her body would not be able to bear it.

Ma Sheng and Yu Ning were not so lucky. They didn't even have the chance to take special medicine. They died without any chance of rescue.

Now, this special medicine has healed all of Jiang Jiyun's external injuries, but it can't awaken her dormant consciousness and let her open her eyes again to see the world.

Fu Jingming's sister Fu Mengchun followed the aunts in the station and walked towards this side with a basket full of food in her hands.

Not far behind them, a woman with an uncoordinated gait and a disfigured face was following closely.

The woman looked at Jiang Wenming in front of her. When she saw his face clearly, her eyes were full of shock, as if she had seen something unbelievable.

The disfigured woman laboriously moved into the room step by step, her eyes fixed on the small bald head on the bed.

The child had no hair, eyebrows, or even eyelashes. But what surprised her even more was that she recognized the child's face.

She couldn't help but take a small step forward, but then she seemed to remember something and quickly stepped back.

She couldn't speak at the moment because she had lost her tongue; and the tendons in her hands and feet were also broken. She once thought that she would either have to spend the rest of her life lying in bed or crawling on the cold ground.

Fortunately, some time ago, the eldest brother of the Fu family brought back precious elixirs and invited a skilled doctor.

The doctor re-opened the wounds on her hands and feet and carefully applied medicine. Perhaps with the blessing of God and her ancestors, her injuries recovered exceptionally smoothly and she can now walk a few steps.

"Sister Ji, how did you get in? Do you know them?" Fu Mengchun walked in, supported the woman and asked in a low voice.

Fu Mengchun looked at her, shook his head and helped her out of the house. Fu Jingming also noticed the worry and reluctance in her eyes, which made him more certain of his guess.

Jiang Wenming had no time to look at irrelevant people. All his attention was now on his little niece.

After going out, Fu Mengchun supported Ah Ji and walked slowly back to the simple hut where they were temporarily living.

As soon as he entered the room, Fu Mengchun noticed that Ah Ji walked straight to where the bundle was placed, and then began to rummage around eagerly.

"Sister Aji, what are you looking for?" Fu Mengchun asked curiously.

Ah Ji did not respond, but made a series of unclear sounds from her mouth: "Ah, ah, ah..." At the same time, she held a fluffy hat tightly in her hands and kept gesturing.

Fu Mengchun observed Ah Ji's movements carefully, trying to guess what she wanted to express.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and she asked tentatively: "Sister Aji, do you want to give this hat to the child we just saw?"

Hearing this, Aji seemed to have found a soulmate. He nodded desperately, his eyes full of anxiety and concern.

Her eyes were red and tears seemed like they would burst out at any moment.

Obviously, at this moment she was worried about the poor child, Jiang Jiyun.

Aji's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to those days that he could not bear to look back on.

When she was forcibly captured by the Japanese, she passed by Jiang Jiyun's house. She witnessed with her own eyes how the Japanese bayonets ruthlessly pierced the bodies of Aunt Wenshan and Xiaoyun.

However, Xiaoyun now appeared here and suffered hardships that she was unaware of.

Ah Ji really couldn't understand what kind of torture Xiao Yun had gone through to live to this day. Thinking of this, her heart felt like it was being gnawed by millions of ants and the pain was unbearable.

"Sister Aji, are you crying? Do you know those people? Are they your relatives?" Fu Mengchun asked her as he looked at her tears falling uncontrollably.

Ah Ji shook her head, she was not worthy to be recognized by them now, she was dirty and in this state, she would bring shame to them.

Fu Mengchun took the hat given by Ah Ji to the room where Jiang Jiyun was staying, handed it to Jiang Wenming and said, "This is what my sister Ah Ji gave to the child. The child should keep warm when the weather is cold. She will easily catch a cold if she is bare-headed."

"Thank you!" Jiang Wenming took the hat and took a look. It was made of cotton cloth inside, cotton in the middle, and the outside seemed to be the fur of some animal.

"It's made of black bear skin and is very warm to wear." Fu Mengchun explained when he saw him staring at the hat.

Jiang Wenming stepped forward and put the hat on Jiang Jiyun. He felt that her head was indeed a little cold. He thanked Fu Mengchun and her sister Aji again.

They stayed here for two or three days. Fu Jingming gave all the remaining special medicines he had to Jiang Wenming. It was already very cold here. After discussing with Ma Chao, Jiang Wenming decided to leave and return to Hu City. Xiaoyun's brother had enough special medicines to meet Xiaoyun's needs.

"Xiao Fu! Xiao Fu! I've asked an expert to come over!" He Xinghu trotted to the front of the house, shouting at the top of his voice, as if he was afraid that the people inside couldn't hear him.

Not far behind He Xinghu, there was a young man carrying a white-haired old lady on his back.

The old lady was wearing a black robe embroidered with exquisite patterns, looking quite mysterious.

At this time, Fu Jingming heard the shouting and slowly walked out of the house.

When he saw He Xinghu so excited, he couldn't help but feel a little curious, so he asked, "Brother Hu, what's going on with you?"

He Xinghu quickly grabbed Fu Jingming's arm and pulled him to his side, then lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Little Fu, let me tell you, I put a lot of effort into it this time and invited the most famous spirit master here! Isn't that child unconscious? No matter what method I use, it doesn't work, so I thought of letting this old lady give it a try, maybe a miracle will happen!"