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Bei Lin'er and her Senior brotherhood discovered a peculiar disease. The elderly and children in the tribe have all been affected by a severe respiratory infection, characterized by persistent coughing, fever, and difficulty breathing.
Bei Lin'er carefully observed the symptoms of the patients, and then discussed treatment options with her Senior brotherhood.
She decided to use a special prescription, which required her to carefully select and prepare herbs from her portable collection.
"This condition requires us to use herbs that clear heat and detoxify, combined with ingredients that tonify qi and solidify the body," Bei Lin'er said to the senior brotherhood, her eyes revealing professionalism and determination.
Senior brotherhood quickly took action, starting to extract the necessary herbs from the medicine pouch. Bei Lin'er personally guided them on how to grind the herbs and brew them into a medicinal soup.
"This herb needs to be simmered over low heat for three hours to achieve the best effect," Bei Lin'er explained the process of brewing the medicine to The Huns as she worked.
The HunsCuriously watching all this, they had never seen such a meticulous medical process before.
Bei Lin'er Patiently teaching them how to care for the patients and explaining the method of taking the medicinal soup.
"This medicine soup needs to be taken three times a day, one bowl each time, continuously for seven days," Bei Lin'er said to a mother of the Xiongnu tribe, her voice gentle and firm.
The Xiongnu mother nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, healer from the south."
As time passed, Bei Lin'er and her Senior brotherhood not only provided treatment for the patients, but also taught The Huns how to prevent and care for themselves to avoid reinfection. During this time, Benevolent Pavilion's medical skills and patience gradually earned the respect and trust of The Huns.
A few days later, the patients in the tribe began to show signs of improvement. The coughing of the elderly and children gradually weakened, and their complexion also regained its healthy color.
The laughter of the children has returned to the tribe. The chief personally came to Bei Lin'er and bowed deeply, saying, "You are not only great healers, but also our benefactors."
Bei Lin'er smiled and responded, "As healers, saving lives is our responsibility. We do not want to see anyone suffer."
The chief nodded, his eyes revealing admiration for Bei Lin'er. He turned to the people of the tribe and announced loudly, "These southern healers are our friends, and we should respect and thank them."
Upon hearing the chief's words, the people of the tribe expressed their gratitude to Bei Lin'er and her senior brothers. Children gathered around Bei Lin'er, curiously observing her medical tools with a mix of curiosity and awe in their eyes.
Bei Lin'er squatted down and gently stroked the children's heads, her eyes soft and warm: "Don't be afraid, you will recover soon."
As time passed, the disease in the tribe was effectively controlled, and Bei Lin'er and her Senior brotherhood gradually gained the trust and respect of The Huns.
During this time, they not only treated the patients, but also exchanged medical skills and culture with The Huns, bringing each other closer.
At the center of the Xiongnu tribe, the medical achievements of Bei Lin'er and the Senior brotherhood have earned them respect and trust.
The youngest son of the tribal chief, Taric, has developed a strong interest in the mysterious and talented southern healer Bei Lin'er.
Taric is a handsome young man with sharp eagle-like eyes and a sturdy physique. He is known for his bravery in the tribe, often leading his people in hunting and battles on the grasslands. However, towards Bei Lin'er, he shows unprecedented tenderness and concern.
One evening, while Bei Lin'er was busy preparing medicine for an elderly woman, Taric walked over and stood quietly by her side, observing her.
"Your medical skills are truly amazing," Taric said fluently in Chinese, his eyes filled with admiration.
Bei Lin'er smiled slightly without looking up, "Helping others recover their health is the duty of a physician, not something remarkable."
Taric approached gently, with a hint of nervousness in his tone: " Bei Lin'er, I... I want to ask you something."
Bei Lin'er stopped what she was doing, looked up at him, and with a hint of curiosity in her eyes, asked: "What is it?"
"Would you be willing to stay in our tribe? Become one of us? I... I will protect you and give you the best life." Taric's voice trembled, his eyes filled with sincere emotion.
Bei Lin'er was surprised by this sudden confession. She took a deep breath and spoke firmly, " Taric, I appreciate your kindness, but I cannot stay. I have my own mission, and I must fulfill it."
Taric showed a disappointed expression on his face, but he still respected Bei Lin'er's decision: "I understand. But please remember, you will always be welcome here, no matter when."
Shortly after, the chief invited Bei Lin'er and the Senior brotherhood to his tent for a banquet. The people in the tribe warmly welcomed them and treated them as honored guests.
At the banquet, the chief looked at Bei Lin'er with deep affection and said earnestly, " Bei Lin'er, your medical skills have brought hope to our tribe. If you are willing to stay, I will give you the highest honor."
Bei Lin'er looked at the people in the tent, their eyes filled with anticipation and respect. She knew that her decision would affect the fate of many people.
She took a deep breath, stood up, faced the crowd, and spoke with determination and clarity: "Chief, I appreciate your kindness and respect. But my heart belongs to someone else, and I must continue my journey."
At this moment, a hint of unwillingness flashed in Taric's eyes, but he still stood up and showed his respect to Bei Lin'er: "Bei Lin'er, please reconsider. You understand the Hun language, and you have the blood of the grasslands in you. We are the most suitable match."
Peng Yizhi, the fifth senior brother, stood by Bei Lin'er, his expression tinged with concern, his eyes revealing his care for her.
He turned to Taric with a hint of determination in his tone: " Taric, Bei Lin'er is a member of our Benevolent Pavilion alone. Her choice represents her mission and responsibility. We respect her decision."
The senior brother next to him gently patted Peng Yizhi's shoulder and smiled, saying, "Yi Zhi, you know that Bei Lin'er always has her own ideas, and we should support her."
Peng Yizhi nodded and turned to Bei Lin'er with a gentle look, saying, "Bei Lin'er, wherever you go, we will always support you from behind."
Another junior brother seemed a little uneasy, and he said anxiously, "But, if Bei Lin'er leaves Benevolent Pavilion, how can we protect her? This grassland is too dangerous."
Bei Lin'er smiled slightly and reassured, "Brothers, you don't trust me too much, do you? Don't worry, wherever Benevolent Pavilion is, I'll be there."
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