Reborn in a virtual world, before the house was taken away

That morning, Feng Qingqing spent her time constantly making and grinding medicine. Around noon, a bottle of dark, somewhat strange-smelling ointment was ready. She added five large drops of water from her spatial well to the ointment.

Although she had put some water in her spatial storage, Feng Qingqing still sighed when she looked at the bottle. It seemed she would need to practice more in the future, and she wondered if Master Wu would be willing to give it a try.

No other reason than that it doesn't look good.

This afternoon, Hu Fangming came back and cooked lunch because she was making ointment. When she saw the bottle of ointment that Feng Qingqing had made, which had a strange, unpleasant smell, she immediately ran away and even said that the smell made her want to vomit, which infuriated Feng Qingqing.

When Master Wu was almost gone, Feng Qingqing mustered her courage and, somewhat shyly, spoke up:

"Master Wu, do you have some old problems with your legs?"

Upon hearing this, Master Wu immediately began to talk, perhaps because he had been tormented for too long and needed someone to confide in, and that person happened to be a doctor:

"That's right, my knees hurt so badly in winter that I can't even get out of bed. I saw Dr. Wang before, but he said that my legs were damaged by the cold when I was young, and it would be very difficult to recover. I can only suffer like this in winter."

After saying that, he patted her leg, looking helpless.

At this moment, Feng Qingqing hesitated for a moment, pursed her lips, and finally spoke:

"Master Wu, look, this is a joint ointment I specially made for you today because I noticed you had obvious joint problems."

Fearing that Master Wu might have other ideas, he quickly explained:

"This is my first time making it. Although it has a bit of a smell, all the ingredients are genuine. And if it doesn't work, I won't charge you. If it does work, you can pay me a small production fee."

She had just finished speaking when she heard Master Wu's hearty laughter. This was the first time Feng Qingqing had heard him laugh like that in his first day of work here; his voice was cheerful and generous.

“You little girl, you kindly made this ointment for me, how could I possibly take your things for free? Besides, I understand your good intentions, and I appreciate your kindness.”

Hearing his laughter and reply, Feng Qingqing inexplicably understood what Dr. Wang had said before leaving: "Everyone has their difficulties, so help if you can."

She was touched, but she didn't hesitate. She found a small, unused bowl and scooped out three days' worth of medicine for her. If it helped her joints or knees, she would give her more; if it didn't, then she would stop.

Before leaving, Master Wu insisted on paying for the medicine. Helpless, Feng Qingqing could only accept one cent, even after repeatedly emphasizing that the medicine was collected from the mountains and cost nothing.

With a smile on his lips, Mr. Wu hummed a song all the way home.

When he got home, his wife knew he had worked at the clinic that day and would be paid in the morning. But when she saw the 50 cents handed to her, she asked in confusion:

"Isn't it supposed to be 60 cents a day? How come it's 50 cents?"

At this moment, Master Wu, Wu Shengrong, who was busy applying the ointment, looked up at his wife and said:

"Dr. Feng made me a bottle of ointment to treat my joints, and I insisted on giving her a dime."

After hearing this, he saw his wife glare at him fiercely:

"What kind of ointment could she make at such a young age? Even Dr. Wang, who is so experienced, said that your leg is beyond treatment. What does she know, she's just a little girl who's only been here for two days and hasn't even grown her hair yet?"

Wu Shengrong, who had been laughing, suddenly stared at his wife seriously, his tone unfriendly:

"Shut up. She didn't want money. I insisted on giving it to her. The young doctor saw that I had difficulty walking and rushed to prepare it for me before I got home. That's a kind gesture. Even if the medicine doesn't work, I'm still happy. Go and cook."

After saying that, he ignored his wife and went back to working on her ointment.

He first washed up briefly, then filled a basin with water to wash his feet and knees, dried them, and then carefully began to apply the ointment.

His wife, who had been watching his every move, could only silently purse her lips. It was always like this; anyone who didn't know better would think he was using some kind of magic potion.

It turns out that Master Wu, Wu Shengrong, has suffered from knee pain for many years. When the pain flares up, especially in winter, it is truly unbearable. This has led him to try all sorts of folk remedies and old prescriptions for treating knees or joints from the surrounding area. Each time, he starts with great enthusiasm but ends in disappointment, with no improvement in his knees. However, he still persists.

Because he knew that only by constantly trying could there be any hope of a cure; if he was unwilling to even try, he could only watch helplessly as the condition worsened without any solution.

It was Feng Qingqing's good fortune to meet Wu Shengrong. If it were anyone else, seeing that quality and smell, they might not even be willing to try it.

Wu Shengrong applied the ointment to his knee, and in less than two minutes, he immediately felt a significant difference from the ointments he had used before. Other ointments applied to the legs only felt cool and refreshing, but this one was different. Two minutes after applying it, he felt a powerful heat emanating from the ointment spreading into his knee.

His legs felt incredibly comfortable, and he had a warm, cozy feeling all over his body.

He sighed contentedly, and a few minutes later, just as he was drifting off to sleep, he heard his wife shout:

"time to eat."

The sons and daughters who came into the main room one after another for dinner were puzzled to see their father looking like he was about to fall asleep at this hour, since he usually suffered from pain and often couldn't sleep for nights on end.

Upon closer inspection, his father's face was slightly flushed, and he looked energetic, indicating that he was in good condition.

They looked at Wu Shengrong with curiosity, only to see him yawn with his mouth wide open, and then address his children below:

"Your dad got a favor from Dr. Feng at the clinic. If you see her having any difficulties in the future, you'd better help her out. If I find out you haven't done so, I'll make you pay."

After saying that, he started eating heartily.

Upon hearing this, Wu Shengrong's wife looked at her husband with hopeful eyes. After all, no one knew better than her how much her husband had suffered because of this leg. If that young doctor Feng really had the ability to cure it, then they would have to thank him properly.

"Let's ask him carefully after we finish eating," his wife thought to herself.

After Master Wu left, Hu Fangming came out. She looked at Feng Qingqing with a strange expression and said incredulously:

"I didn't expect Master Wu to actually want it. Is he too shy to refuse you? Your medicine looks like a complete mess."

Hu Fangming was eating and complaining at the same time, which showed that he did not believe that Feng Qingqing's medicine would work. In fact, Feng Qingqing herself was also worried. After all, it was the first time she had made a medicinal ointment, and the first time she had added water from the space well. It was really hard to say how effective it would be.

After finishing his meal, Hu Fangming tidied up and went back to the educated youth center for a midday rest.

Feng Qingqing took a short nap on the kang (a heated brick bed) for half an hour before getting up. She had a lot to do lately, and in the afternoon she had to go to visit Tao Dazhuang, whom she had previously visited at the commune hospital.

Just as Feng Qingqing was about to go out, she heard a woman calling out from outside:

"Dr. Feng, is Dr. Feng here?"