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Xiao Lan learned the result and cried for a long time. Not long after, she married Wang the Lame. Two months later, Xiao Lan hanged herself. I received the news and had nightmares all night. In my dreams, Xiao Lan was covered in blood, chasing after me, shouting, "Yuying, why didn't you save me?" "Yuying, you are the one who caused my death!" I woke up in fear.
Father sat by my bed, gently patting my back. "Yuying, don't be afraid; you did nothing wrong. The ones at fault are Xiao Lan's parents." He held me close. "Yuying, let’s go see." I wanted to understand, so I followed Father to Xiao Lan's home.
Xiao Lan's house had changed. The dilapidated mud house was gone, replaced by a beautiful tiled house. In the yard, there were several pigs and a flock of chickens, ducks, and geese. "These are all the betrothal gifts from Wang the Lame," Father explained. "Although Wang the Lame has a bad leg, his family is wealthy."
"Xiao Lan's parents didn't care about how their daughter lived; all they cared about was money. For them, as long as they could sell Xiao Lan, they would have silver." "Whether it was selling her to a brothel or marrying her off to Wang the Lame, it was all the same to them."
I understood only partially. Father patted my head. "Yuying, you couldn't save Xiao Lan. There are many people like her in this world. You can't save them all. So don’t do such pointless good deeds in the future." I nodded slowly, "Father, I understand."
Six years passed in the blink of an eye. Through my diligent studies, I finally memorized the pharmacopoeia. Not only that, but I could also concoct some herbal remedies on my own.
Father was very pleased with my progress.
Aside from Childlessness Pill, I had the opportunity to prepare all other medicines. I mastered the art of medicine through practice. At first, when I encountered uncertain symptoms, I still habitually sought my father's advice. He told me, "Yuying, you need to learn to handle things on your own."
"Even if you call me, I will only tell you what to do next."
"You have to learn to judge for yourself."
I took a deep breath and, imitating my father, prescribed medicine based on the patient's condition. In the beginning, I faced many difficulties. Sometimes, I wasn't even sure which medicine to use. During those times, my father encouraged me: "Yuying, be bold with your prescriptions."
"It's okay; even if you make a mistake, it's fine."
"Only by making mistakes can you learn."
With his encouragement, I gradually mastered the art of medicine. Initially, I only treated villagers. Later, my father allowed me to treat everyone. However, he had one condition: I would not charge any consultation fees.
At first, the villagers felt embarrassed and refused to let me treat them.
"Dr. Li, how can we accept this?"
"We come with silver to seek your help, and yet you won't take any money? How can that be?"
"Dr. Li, you should accept it."
My father waved his hand dismissively: "No need."
"I'm just letting Yuying practice."
"Consider it a favor; help me train my apprentice."
The villagers readily agreed: "Alright!"
"Since Dr. Li has said so, we won't be polite."
"In the future, we'll often come to Yuying for treatment."
In this way, I became familiar with various ailments and accumulated a wealth of experience. With my help, life in the village became increasingly prosperous. But I knew that this was merely a surface-level prosperity.
The villagers had let their fields go to waste, and no one was willing to farm anymore. Surrounding villages mocked ours.
"That village has let their land go to ruin; they've all gone to sell their daughters."
The reputation of the villagers was deteriorating. Fewer families were willing to marry their daughters into our village. Some families, unwilling to stay any longer, chose to leave.
During such times, my father would go to see them off. He would advise them, "After you move, be sure not to tell anyone where your new home is."
"Otherwise, you might be disturbed."
"And when you receive your silver, make sure to hide it well."
"Don't let the neighbors see it; otherwise, they will mock you."
"They can't earn silver themselves and will envy you."
"You must keep it hidden; don't let them know."
"Otherwise, they won't treat you kindly."
He spoke with great seriousness, and the departing families were touched.
"Thank you, Dr. Li. We will remember that."
Once those people left, they never returned. No one knew where they had gone. Each time my father came back from seeing someone off, he carried a scent of blood with him.
I was terrified. I felt he must have done something dreadful. I wanted to ask him about it, but I didn't dare.
One day, my father returned home with a large chunk of flesh missing from his arm.
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