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He created a pill that could serve as a Childlessness for women. He sold this pill to the villagers, who sent their women to the brothels in exchange for large sums of silver. However, the good times did not last long. Those women were tortured to death. The villagers who sold the women, now flush with cash, feared envy from others and decided to move away. But they were all killed by my father deep in the mountains and forests, one after another, family after family. Not a single person in the entire village escaped his deadly grasp.
My father looked at me with calm eyes. "Yuying, do you understand now?"
"All the people in the village deserve to die."
I trembled as I spoke, "So, those families that moved away... you killed them?"
My father nodded. "That's right."
"And I've already poisoned the well; not a single one will escape!"
I listened to the entire story, my heart in turmoil. I thought of Xiaolan. I remembered my father's warning not to show mercy.
"Yuying, I know this is cruel," he said.
"But they deserve it."
"They killed your mother for money."
"They deserve to die!"
My father cried.
He cried for a long time.
He wiped his tears and smiled at me.
"Yuying, let's go outside and take a look."
I followed him out the door.
The yard was filled with people.
Everyone who hadn't moved away from the village was here.
Their faces were pale, blood oozing from their seven orifices.
It was clear they had been poisoned severely.
The Headman's family suffered the worst.
The Headman's three grandsons had been executed by slicing.
A sharp knife was stabbed into the Headman's chest.
...
Father took me to meet someone.
That person had an ethereal presence.
"Xiao Lan, this is my master."
"Also your Master."
My father held my hand and walked up to the Master.
"Master, I am an unfilial disciple."
"This is my only daughter."
"I entrust her to you."
The Master sighed, "Foolish child."
"Do you know if there were innocent children among those you killed?"
My father forced a smile, "I know."
"But what about my wife? Is she not innocent?"
"The Headman said I would go to hell after I die."
"Ridiculous, I have been in hell since the day my wife died."
"I no longer care."
My father lifted his head and pointed to the distant mountains.
"Yuying, your mother is buried over there."
"To avoid raising suspicion among the villagers, I never went to see her after I buried her."
"Now, it's time for me to accompany her."
I opened my mouth, about to speak, when my father suddenly pulled out a silver needle and plunged it into the back of his neck.
I screamed in agony.
But I was powerless.
Master had told me that my father was once his prized disciple.
My parents were deeply in love.
I tried hard to recall my mother's face, but it always eluded me.
All I could do was memorize texts every day.
Pharmaceutical manuals, medical books.
I recited them daily, over and over again.
It made my head ache.
Master said I was a good seedling.
Master said my quick learning was inherited from my father.
Following the prescriptions my father left me, I prepared my first medicine.
Every day, I went up the mountain to gather herbs and returned to concoct remedies.
I recognized more and more medicinal plants.
Master praised my rapid progress.
My senior brothers also complimented me.
They said I didn't seem like a novice in medicine; rather, I appeared as if I had been practicing for many years.
Proudly, I lifted my head high.
That was my father's good teaching.
When I was fifteen, Master taught me how to take pulses, diagnose illnesses, and gather herbs. I tried my hand at treating patients, and I was accurate every time. My senior brothers were all amazed. I traveled everywhere, practicing medicine. I became a Wandering Doctor.
Every year, I would return to see Master and share the experiences I had gathered over the year. Master would always smile with his eyes crinkling in delight. He said that while being a Wandering Doctor was good, having no fixed abode made him worry about me, an old man missing his child.
I replied, "Then I'll come back."
Master chuckled and said, "Silly child, you have your father's spirit; you won't stay here forever."
I pouted and insisted that I wouldn't. I simply wanted to save more common people.
Master reminded me, "Yuying, you must remember that you are a girl. Girls need to pay extra attention to their safety when out in the world."
I reassured him, "Master, don't worry. I can disguise myself; no one will recognize me."
"And besides, a healer can save lives but can also harm."
Master froze for a moment, his expression turning serious.
"Yuying, you..."
I smiled and replied, "Master, a healer would never easily harm others. If they do, it means they carry the most painful nightmares within them."
Master stared at me in a daze before nodding slowly.
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