The beauty who wears fast has many babies

"Do you need me to do anything?"

Aya looked at Wuli's skillful and neat movements. She saw that he was putting various herbs into the pot in an orderly manner, then carefully lit the fire and began to slowly decoct these precious herbs.

She couldn't help but move forward curiously and asked softly.

At this time, Wu Li was concentrating on the work in her hands. Beads of sweat had already appeared on her forehead, but she was still fully focused and not distracted at all.

After hearing Aya's question, she raised her head, smiled slightly, and said, "Not for now, but if you are interested, you can help me get the palm-leaf fan over there, so that I can control the heat better." As she spoke, she pointed to the place where the palm-leaf fan was placed not far away.

Aya nodded quickly in response, turned around and walked quickly to get the palm-leaf fan and handed it to Wuli.

"Aya!"

There was a shout outside, followed by the sound of impatient footsteps, and a group of people rushed over.

Wu Li just looked up and then concentrated on making the medicine.

"Father, Mother, why are you back?" Aya was puzzled when she saw the two of them panting.

He looked back and saw a familiar figure slowly walking towards him - it was Grandma Qiu who was following closely behind him.

Seeing this scene, she suddenly understood and thought to herself, "So that's how it is. She must have gone to inform her parents who are still busy at the moment."

At this moment, a gentle yet urgent voice reached his ears: "Son, I just heard from your Autumn Grandma that a saint girl came to treat your brother!"

The person who spoke was the mother who had hurried over, her face full of a complex expression of worry and expectation.

Wu Li gently put down the palm-leaf fan in his hand, stood up and greeted Aya's parents.

Aya's father quickly helped Wuli up and asked anxiously, "Saintess, can Xiaohe really be saved?"

Wu Li looked at their hopeful yet anxious eyes and said softly, "I've checked his condition and it's not hopeless. But this illness has dragged on for too long. Even if I try my best, I only have a 50% chance of success."

In this situation, Wu Li didn't dare to give them enough hope. It was obvious that the little orc had been in this state for a long time.

Even if he was 80% sure, Wu Li did not dare to make any promises to the patient's family.

The most despairing thing is to have full confidence, but in the end it is all in vain.

When Aya's mother heard this, her body staggered and Aya hurriedly supported her.

The father gritted his teeth and said, "Fifty percent is better than no hope at all. Please do your best, Saint."

Wu Li nodded and squatted down again to tend the fire.

At this time, a cough was heard from inside the house. Aya said hurriedly: "This is my brother's voice. Let's go in and take a look."

When everyone entered the room, they saw a young man lying on the bed with a face as pale as paper.

Wu Li walked forward, felt the patient's pulse again, and then pulled out a crystal-clear pill from his bosom and handed it to Aya: "Let him take this medicine to stabilize his condition first, and then I will give him acupuncture."

Wu Li thought about it and finally exchanged an anti-worm pill from the system. After boiling the medicine, he used it to nourish his body.

There shouldn't be any problem if you take care of it slowly.

Aya took the pill and fed it to her brother. Everyone looked at the boy nervously, hoping for a miracle to happen.

Everyone waited nervously, and soon the little boy vomited out many worms, his abdominal distension gradually subsided, and his breathing became stable.

Aya's family was moved to tears of gratitude, and Wuli also breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she had gained another responsibility in this world.

Aya's mother said excitedly: "There are so many bugs... Is my son okay?"

Wu Li waved his hand and said, "He's not fully recovered yet, he still needs to recuperate. The pills I just gave him were just for deworming, and he'll need to take the medicine I prescribed for a few days."

Aya's family nodded repeatedly.

Aya looked at Wuli with an expression of admiration and excitement.

"Okay, you must eat light food these days." Wu Li instructed seriously, his eyes fixed on the person in front of him with concern.

At this time, Aya's mother smiled and said, "Why don't you stay and have dinner with us? You can also try my cooking." She enthusiastically invited Wu Li, her eyes full of expectation and kindness.

"I won't bother you anymore. I'll come back tomorrow to see how Xiaohe is doing." Wu Li shook his head and refused.

She knew that they were all in a hurry to come back and there were still many things to deal with, so she didn't want to disturb them any further.

She slowly turned her head, looked at Aya with gentle eyes, and said softly: "Tomorrow you can accompany me to pick some herbs. I will teach you how to identify them carefully." After that, she waited quietly for Aya's response.

Hearing this, Aya's face instantly broke into an ecstatic smile, and her voice trembled slightly with excitement: "Really? This is really great! Then...then when should I come to see you tomorrow?" She looked at her expectantly.

"Early tomorrow morning." Wu Li nodded affirmatively and said with a smile.

"Okay, I will go on time." Aya nodded happily.

Aya's parents were also surprised and didn't say anything.

In fact, everyone heard that Ting Wuli meant to teach Aya to identify the herbs to treat Xiaohe.

And everyone has heard that the saint will choose her own people to teach medical skills.

Aunt Qiu didn't say anything, but there was a hint of envy in her eyes when she looked at Aya.

In the following days, Wu Li would come to check on Xiao He's condition every day and personally supervise him drinking the bitter medicine.

Xiaohe's face gradually turned red.