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

Feng Qingqing could understand the feelings of the patient's family, but the old man's illness was a chronic disease that was difficult to cure completely. However, Feng Qingqing was somewhat confident that she could alleviate it.

She pondered for a moment, not immediately answering Ge Wentang's question, before finally speaking a few minutes later:

"The old man is getting old, and the relief from coughing or joint problems is not something that can be achieved overnight. It requires slow conditioning and gradual improvement, and there is a step-by-step process."

Uncle Ge waved his hand and continued:

"You don't need to pay attention to him. I know my illness well. It's already a great achievement that it can be relieved. I've tried so many folk remedies and medicines, but the effects are not ideal. If you can really improve my cough and joints, little doctor, then I will have to thank you properly."

Feng Qingqing nodded, indicating that she understood. She knew that the old man meant that he didn't want to put too much pressure on her, since there was no room for falsehood when it came to treating illnesses.

Feng Qingqing turned around and went behind the counter. From inside the counter, or rather, from her spatial storage, she took out the joint ointment she had made for Master Wu. She found a few bamboo leaves, placed the ointment she had scooped out of the bottle on the bamboo leaves, and wrapped it up. Feng Qingqing didn't give her much, only a three-day supply. After that, she would have to continue making more based on the patient's reaction.

Seeing that it was wrapped in bamboo leaves, Ge Wentang didn't say anything, but carefully accepted it with both hands. At the same time, Feng Qingqing reminded Ge Wentang:

"The ointment is for three days, once a day. After you finish using it, it's best not to go out and get windy. Come back for a follow-up appointment after you've finished the three applications."

She paused, then continued:

"This ointment is the one I prepared for Master Wu before, but I need to go and collect herbs to prepare the ointment for treating coughs. Uncle, please come back tomorrow afternoon to take a look."

Feng Qingqing wasn't sure if she could gather all the medicinal herbs she needed from the mountain in the next two days, so she could only ask him to come and check on her from time to time to ensure that the elderly could use them as soon as possible.

Ge Wentang was somewhat disappointed that Feng Qingqing didn't have the magic medicine to cure his cough, but then he thought that she would have it in the next day or two, so he didn't say anything and still thanked her profusely and agreed.

Seeing that Feng Qingqing had nothing else to say and fearing that it would delay her from making the ointment, Ge Wentang stood up and helped the old man prepare to go back.

Feng Qingqing didn't try to stop them, and watched the two slowly walk away.

After the two walked away, Feng Qingqing turned around and went back into the house. She sat down in a chair and began to think. She had heard about the funeral of this Uncle Ge in her previous life. She heard that people from the county had come. As for other details, she didn't know, but that didn't stop her from knowing that this old man had extraordinary influence.

After pondering for a while, Feng Qingqing checked the time. She had gotten up early that morning, so she got up and climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) to take a half-hour nap.

While Feng Qingqing was peacefully taking a nap, things were in complete chaos at Old He's house.

At this moment, a large number of people had gathered in Old He's courtyard, no less than several dozen people inside and outside. The brigade was delighted to see such a rare spectacle.

At this moment, the shouts and curses from Old He's family were deafening.

What happened? It turns out that ever since Wei Xiangcui from Old He's eldest daughter's in-laws extorted two hundred yuan from them, she has become a remarkable hero in the family. She flaunts her power every day, getting whatever she wants, and living a very comfortable life.

Who knew that when I was about to take a nap after lunch today, I suddenly remembered her two hundred yuan, but I hadn't counted it for two days.

Thinking about it, she got up, took the key off her neck, opened the large box containing money, and reached inside to find the money bag she had used countless times before.

But when Wei Xiangcui touched it, she felt something was wrong. The thickness of the money was obviously different from before; it was much thinner.

At this moment, Wei Xiangcui's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling. She quickly emptied the money bag and saw that there were clearly half less money than before. Her heart trembled, and her hands still trembled as she began to count.

After counting, Wei Xiangcui let out a scream and started crying.

The family was drawn by her cries, and when they asked what was wrong, Old Man He immediately sent someone to fetch the brigade leader and other brigade cadres, determined to uphold justice for them.

Before long, not only the cadres of the brigade, but also the neighbors who were attracted by Old He's howling all gathered at Old He's door, all running to see what was going on. Some even climbed up the trees next to the house because they couldn't squeeze inside.

"Which son of a bitch stole my money? If I find out, I'll skin him alive!"

"God, please open your eyes! Why don't you send down a bolt of lightning and kill that thief who stole the money?"

"Alright, alright, stop howling, what happened?"

Just then, several brigade cadres who had arrived at Lao He's house were also annoyed by Wei Xiangcui's wailing and quickly interrupted her.

When Old Man He saw that everyone had arrived, he quickly stopped his wife's crying and described what had happened.

When everyone present heard that money had been stolen again, and this time it was a hundred dollars, their first thought was that the He family must be quite wealthy. They had just been robbed last time, and now they had a hundred dollars stolen again. Why were thieves targeting their house?

Old He quickly explained where the money came from, since he had mentioned last time that all the money in his house had been stolen.

The battalion commander first briefly inquired about the situation, then communicated with several officers, and finally the militia company commander came out to ask further questions:

What time did you discover the money was missing?

Old Man He quickly replied:

"It was lunchtime, and my husband was getting ready for a nap when he suddenly wanted to take out the money to count it. But when he counted it, he found something was wrong."

Upon hearing this, Captain Lü immediately realized something was wrong and pressed for an answer:

"You mean you had more than just this hundred dollars in your purse at the time, there were other bills and denominations together, right?"

When asked this question, Old Man He realized something was wrong. His face darkened, and after stammering for a while, he finally replied:

"Yes, there are still some."

After hearing this, not only the brigade cadres but also the nearby onlookers noticed the problem. Suddenly, someone shouted from the crowd:

"Which thief is so kind as to steal from you and leave you some?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a murmur of discussion arose from the surrounding crowd:

"You know, the He family is quite wealthy. You wouldn't guess it from everyday life. How did they save so much money?"

"How do you think they saved it? Who in their family does any honest work? Just think about it and you'll know."

"Hey, isn't it strange that thieves would steal money and then leave some for them? Do you think that's true?"

"Maybe they're the ones crying wolf."