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

Jiang Wenming and Jiang Jiyuan, who were outside the house, were waiting at the door anxiously, looking inside from time to time, while Shao Qingnian and others who followed them also stood quietly in front of the thatched hut waiting.

After a while, Jiang Jiyun finally completed the operation and took the two of them out of the space. After settling Dong Duoyu down, he walked out of the house.

At this time, Dong Duoyu had fallen into a deep sleep. Although his face was still a little pale, his breathing was steady and it was obvious that his condition had improved.

When the two of them stepped out of the room and came to the door, Jiang Jiyun saw an old man with snow-white hair and beard in the crowd. The old man was wearing a gray robe and had an elegant temperament.

Looking at the people in front of her, she took a deep breath and asked, "I wonder which doctor's hemostatic medicine and acupuncture saved my sister? This kindness is really beyond repayment, we are really grateful!"

After saying this, she bowed slightly, but in fact, what she really wanted to ask was why the hemostatic powder used by this person and the acupuncture techniques were so similar to those of her own sixth grandfather.

Could it be that they have some connection? Thinking of this, Jiang Jiyun couldn't help but frown and pondered in his heart.

"It was done by me, the old man. There's no need to express my gratitude. They also saved us. We are helping each other." The old man said.

Jiang Jiyun came to the old man and asked, "Grandpa, from whom did you learn the hemostatic medicine and acupuncture? Do you have any fellow apprentices?"

The old man heard the child's question and looked down at the child. "Did you figure out my hemostatic formula and acupuncture techniques? Are you a medical student?"

Jiang Jiyun shook his head and said, "I can make medicine and poison, but I have only learned a little bit of acupuncture and pulse diagnosis. I don't know how to treat diseases yet."

"Making drugs?" The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Jiyun and asked, "Is your last name Jiang?"

Jiang Wenming came to Jiang Jiyun and looked at the old man warily and said, "Grandpa, you know my sixth uncle."

"Is that bastard Jiang Jiansheng still alive?" the old man asked with trembling hands.

"My sixth grandfather is still alive and well. Do you have a grudge against him or..." Jiang Jiyun also looked at him with some vigilance.

"Alive, it's good to be alive. That brat must be over 50 years old now!" The old man relaxed when he heard that the person was still alive.

"Yes, my sixth grandfather is fifty-four years old this year. He now practices medicine at home and takes care of his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Are you my sixth grandfather's master?" Jiang Jiyuan knew they knew each other when he saw the old man's smile.

"That old guy has grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Has he started a family? Didn't he swear that he would never marry again in this life after his girlfriend disappeared? Is he lying to me?" The old man's smile disappeared.

Jiang Jiyun saw that the old man was unhappy and knew that there must be something wrong, so he explained, "My sixth grandfather never got married in his life. He brought the descendants of his nephews and nieces. Our village was massacred by the Japanese, and the sixth grandfather fled with us, the younger generations. We are a family."

After hearing from them that Mr. Jiang Liu had not married, the white-haired old man felt a complicated emotion in his heart.

There was a sense of relief, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from my heart; but there was also a hint of sadness, an indescribable feeling of regret.

The old man's eyes gradually turned red, tears welled up in them, and he said with a trembling voice: "Actually, I'm not his master, but his senior brother! Although we are from the same school, we have different masters."

Jiang Jiyun listened to all this silently, and had no idea what had happened between the old man in front of him and Sixth Grandpa.

However, when she recalled the anger this man had shown when he heard that Sixth Grandpa was getting married, she couldn't help but feel a little wary of him.

Just then, the old man asked, "Oh, by the way, how is the injured female comrade now? Does she still need hemostatic drugs? I have some here." As he said that, the old man took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it over.

Xu Fan quickly reached out to take the paper bag and thanked her sincerely: "Thank you for your concern and help, she is much better now!"

The old man waved his hand and said, "You're welcome. I'm not focused on curing diseases and saving lives. This is all I can do."

Then, he turned his gaze to the medicine box in Jiang Wenming's hand again, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, and said with emotion: "Since you are all the descendants of that old guy, I think the hemostatic and healing medicines you have in your hands must be much better than what I have. Back then, that guy was extremely talented in curing diseases and saving lives."

"Grandpa, what's your name? We can tell Sixth Grandpa when we go back." Jiang Jiyuan asked politely.

"Dong Jiye, he will know who it is once you tell him. You should take her to see a western doctor to remove the shrapnel in her body. Otherwise, the bleeding will continue and she won't be able to hold on for long." After Dong Jiye finished speaking, he sighed and turned to leave.

Seeing the old man's sad face, Xu Fan asked Shao Qingnian, "Brother Qingnian, is Mr. Dong from your village?"

Shao Qingnian shook his head slowly and said in a heavy tone: "Old man, he came to live in our village in 1940. At that time, there was chaos and war everywhere, and he was rescued from the roadside by people in our village."

After a pause, Shao Qingnian continued, "I heard from the old man himself that he originally came out to look for his long-lost sister. He has been looking for her for more than 20 years, but he has never been able to find her and has never heard from her again."

"Perhaps he experienced too many disappointments and setbacks. In the end, the old man's heart was completely cold. In despair, he chose to settle down here."

At this point, Shao Qingnian's face was filled with admiration. He raised his voice slightly and continued, "But it's really a blessing that the old man lives in our village!"

"In the past, the Japanese often raided the village, and we suffered huge losses every time. But the situation has changed since Uncle Dong came. Uncle Dong is very skilled in making poisons. As long as the Japanese get a little bit of the poison made by Uncle Dong, they will die silently without even a chance to struggle and call for help! In this way, after several heavy casualties, the Japanese are terribly afraid of our village and dare not come here rashly anymore."

Shao Qingyong nodded in agreement and said, "That's right. If it weren't for the natural disaster and we had no food or water, we wouldn't have thought of leaving the village to escape the famine. We almost died on the way."

Jiang Jiyun, who was listening quietly at the side, thought to himself: Could it be that the Poison Scripture that Sixth Grandpa gave me before was exactly from this Grandpa Dong?