After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

The man was dressed in plain clothes and a long coat, with his hat pulled low over his head. In the backlight, Xu Zhuzhu couldn't see his face clearly, but his clear eyes caught her eye.

Like a cool mountain spring, seemingly shallow yet deep.

Xu Zhuzhu, contrary to her usual behavior, sat obediently on the bed, letting Doctor Bai take her pulse. She took a moment to look him up and down, and only then did she get a clear look at Doctor Bai's face.

I was somewhat disappointed after seeing it clearly.

He blended into the crowd, nothing special.

This was far from what she had imagined. In novels, doctors who appeared at times like this should all be stunningly beautiful, or at least handsome.

Then there was the doctor in front of me, with small eyes, a flat nose, and some freckles on his face; he was far from being considered handsome.

This is absolutely not discrimination based on appearance, and Xu Zhuzhu is definitely not someone who judges people by their looks, but the main issue is that this person isn't even as handsome as her father...

Bai He looked at the girl in front of him. Her bright eyes darted around, looking him up and down from time to time, and she sighed from time to time.

Confused, he assumed Xu Zhuzhu was scared, so he gently comforted her, saying with a smile, "Don't be afraid, it's not a big problem."

Although she wasn't particularly good-looking, she had a very kind smile and a pleasant voice, so Xu Zhuzhu returned a bright smile.

Bai He smiled and sighed, "This little girl is quite bold."

Zhang He and the others sat around the fire, and asked Xu Wenjie about her doubts. Actually, Xu Wenjie wasn't sure either, so Li Quanfu explained in a low voice:

"...He's not fleeing from war; he just visited the next village a few days ago. I heard his grandfather was a disciple of the Cang'er School from the previous dynasty, and he's leaving tomorrow..."

The legendary physician Cang Er, with his miraculous healing skills, saved the lives of emperors from peril several times. He rose to prominence in the chaotic world and retired to the imperial court during prosperous times, disappearing without a trace. For a hundred years, no one had ever heard of his disciples or grand-disciples appearing. How could he suddenly reappear? Could it be a hoax?

However, looking at the man's skillful pulse-taking technique, Xu Wenjie thought that even if it wasn't real, he at least looked like a good doctor.

Zhang He was quite moved. Fortunately, she had met Zhuzhu. This child had always been blessed. This kind of luck was something she couldn't ask for. By the time she anxiously leaned over, Bai He had already finished taking her pulse.

Xu Wenjie and the others also gathered around, "Dr. Bai, how is my child?"

Bai He pondered for a moment, then asked where the medicine she had taken that morning was. Zhang He hurriedly brought in the medicine jar.

There was still a pile of dregs and leftover medicinal soup inside. Bai He leaned closer to smell it before saying softly, "It's nothing serious. The young girl caught a cold and is weak. Drinking such strong medicine will naturally be too much for her body."

Zhang He and the others suddenly realized what had happened and their brows unfurrowed, especially Li Quanfu. After all, he was the one who had sent the charcoal, and although he hadn't meant it, and Xu Wenjie's family hadn't blamed him, he still felt guilty because of his kind heart. Now he could finally relax.

Xu Zhuzhu found a good excuse and muttered to Zhang He in a low voice, "I told you I wouldn't take the medicine!"

This reminded Zhang He, who hurriedly asked, "Please, Doctor Bai, prescribe a medicine for the child. Please make sure it doesn't damage the root cause and leave any lasting illness."

"nature."

Bai He nodded and smiled, calmly surveying the room.

There was draft from all sides, a broken bed, a quilt patched with several large patches, several broken bowls, a pot, and a kettle with a crooked spout on a pile of wood. There were no stools, and the people were sitting on the wood. There was also a curtain made of some kind of fabric pieced together...

They really are destitute.

Bai He felt a surge of emotion.

On the way here, he had heard the gist of it. This family had fled from the north, so it was normal for them to be poor. The current dynasty was already showing signs of decline, and he was afraid that in the future, there would only be more and more refugees like them wandering in foreign lands. This was probably why his father called him "the present world".

Considering Xu Zhuzhu's family situation, Bai He pondered and wrote a prescription on the side, and no one dared to disturb her.

Xu Zhuzhu turned her back and gently slapped herself twice, which was seen by her brother who had been silently watching her. Xu An smiled slightly, expressing his sympathy.

He also disliked taking medicine, finding it quite bitter, but he could endure it, while his sister couldn't.

After the prescription was written, Xu Wenjie took it. The paper was plain, the ink was black, and the brushstrokes were vigorous and powerful. Xu Wenjie couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect that this Doctor Bai, who looks so young, would have such good handwriting."

During the months when Xu Wenjie's mother was sick, it was Xu Wenjie who went to get the medicine, so he recognized a little bit of the names of the medicinal herbs. He looked at it for a moment and found that the prescription contained some very cheap medicinal herbs.

He couldn't help but feel even more respect for Bai He.

"Father, I want to see too!"

Xu Zhuzhu wanted to see too, so she tugged at Xu Wenjie's hand. Xu Wenjie smiled and squatted down, just at a height that Xu Zhuzhu could see.

The characters were written in a very unique style, in cursive script, and she couldn't understand a single one of them.

Xu Zhuzhu waved her hand dismissively.

Xu Wenjie smiled helplessly and tapped her forehead. Xu Zhuzhu leaned back and fell directly onto the bed.

Bai He was still there instructing Zhang He, pointing to the bowl in their house, and patiently said, "...boil three bowls of water down to one bowl. Take one dose of this medicine a day. Do not take it after dinner, otherwise the medicine will not be as effective."

Zhang He wrote them all down.

Zhang He took out one tael of silver from her cotton-padded coat.

After going through the whole process of buying a house, land, and household registration, their family only had two taels of silver left. To prepare for any eventuality, Zhang He kept the money tightly under his belt. Even when wearing patched clothes and covered with a tattered, modified quilt, Zhang He never thought of spending the money.

However, since her illness was not serious, her parents took out the money without hesitation, which made Xu Zhuzhu feel ashamed.

However, Bai He smiled and declined, saying, "I travel and practice medicine not for money, but to do good deeds and accumulate merit. If I accept this money, I'm afraid my merits will not be enough."

Having said that, Zhang He had no choice but to take the money back.

Afterwards, everyone went out together to see Bai He off. Xu Wenjie intended to take Bai He to the next village, which was the hometown of Li Quanfu's wife, Hu Shi.

Bai He bowed and took her leave, smiling and saying there was no need. Carrying her black medicine box, she gradually disappeared into the vast snowfield.

Xu Zhuzhu looked over and saw the man facing the wind and the sun, walking lightly, his body seemingly coated with a layer of white light, which was somewhat dazzling.

Hearing that Xu Zhuzhu was alright, Li Quanfu, who had been quietly observing, was relieved and got up to leave. "In that case, I won't disturb you any longer. My wife is probably waiting for me to have dinner!"

Xu Wenjie invited him to stay for dinner, but Li Quanfu declined, saying it would be another time.

Xu Wenjie had no choice but to give up and saw him to the door. Before leaving, Li Quanfu secretly asked Xu Wenjie what kind of fabric the curtain made of the express delivery bag was made of. It looked slippery, and he hadn't noticed it last time he came. He wondered if it could block the wind.

Xu Wenjie laughed and said that he saw it on the way to town and picked it up. He guessed it was some fabric that a wealthy family didn't want. Li Quanfu didn't suspect anything.

"I still have some thatch from this fall. I might as well use it to make a door curtain. It would be better than this flimsy piece of cloth."

Li Quanfu helped them repeatedly without asking for anything in return, which made Xu Wenjie feel unworthy of such kindness, so he quickly smiled and said it was not necessary.

"When the weather clears up in a few days, I can go to the riverbank and cut some reeds myself. It will still be useful."

Li Quanfu knew that scholars were inherently proud, so he said nothing more and waved goodbye.

This year has been fraught with disasters: summer floods, winter snowstorms, and the fighting in the north, which had been on and off for several years, has resumed this year, resulting in the loss of several cities. I wonder how his brother, who is in the army, is doing...

Yesterday, his wife went back to her parents' home and heard from his brother-in-law that another city had been captured. Refugees from the north had almost completely stripped Huaiqing Prefecture of its edible grass roots. In the dead of winter, a large number of refugees were about to arrive in their prefecture.

Xu Wenjie and his group were among the earliest, but who knows what will happen to them later...

Li Quanfu was on his way home with a heavy heart when he saw his wife standing in front of their courtyard gate, her hands tucked in her sleeves.

"Third Sister, what are you doing out in this cold weather?"

Hu Sanniang smiled but didn't say anything, but Li Quanfu felt a warmth in his heart.