The little one's purse connects the two worlds, turning a desolate village into a paradise.

Upon hearing this, and seeing the disappointed look on the child's face, He Miao's heart clenched.

Sigh, it's another one of those unlicensed, unscrupulous barefoot doctors hiding deep in the mountains, swindling money from impoverished villagers...

He probably didn't understand medicine and misused medication, causing a major incident that led to his arrest by the police.

A while ago, she saw a news report on Douyin about an unlicensed couple who used so-called "ancestral secret recipes" to treat others, resulting in patients dying from acute poisoning within hours of taking the medicine.

Thankfully, the little guy's village doctor, a fraud, was caught in time!

Otherwise, who knows how many innocent people would be harmed.

No wonder this child doesn't even know what a shot is, and has never even seen a syringe.

Those swindlers, where would they get legitimate medicines or medical devices? They're just con artists who make a living by cheating and swindling.

No wonder such a tiny child would come here to buy medicine so late at night.

It's not that she's immature, not that she's unafraid of the dark, or that she's unafraid of her family's worry; she's just afraid of losing them.

He Miao felt more and more heartbroken the more she thought about it.

In remote, mountainous areas with poor medical care, a lack of science education, and no qualified doctors, villagers often resort to picking wild herbs to treat injuries or illnesses.

There may have been some heartbreaking things that happened in the past, and the child saw it and remembered it.

The shop assistant sighed as well, "Can your grandfather come here? He was cut by a sickle, so it's best to get a shot to prevent it."

Ya Ya's small body stiffened, and she gently shook her head, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "I can't come..."

The shop assistant was taken aback. The older generation didn't like leaving the village and also resisted going to the hospital.

People rarely go to the hospital unless their lives are in danger.

She thought for a moment, "I know a doctor at a nearby clinic. I'll call him and have him come with you to your grandfather's house to give him the injection. Is that alright?"

Upon hearing this, Ya Ya clenched her little hands even tighter.

Go to the village?

No, absolutely not.

She couldn't agree, nor could she explain.

But she knew that she and these kind older sisters and aunts were not from the same world.

They can't enter her world either; only she can use the small purse.

Moreover, she can't tell anyone here.

They'll be mistaken for monsters and captured.

Ya Ya pursed her lips tightly, lowered her head, her long eyelashes covering her eyes, and didn't say a word.

She wasn't good at lying, so she could only refuse with silence.

The shop assistant sighed softly. Perhaps it was the village's xenophobia, stemming from the unlicensed itinerant doctor's influence, that made them particularly resistant to medical professionals...

She turned and walked toward the traditional Chinese medicine consultation area at the back: "Dr. Zhang, please come and take a look. This child has a special condition. His grandfather can't walk, and there are no medical facilities in the village."

An elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor, dressed in a white coat, slowly walked over, carrying a faint scent of herbs.

He listened patiently to the situation, stroked his beard, and pondered for a moment: "Since injections are not an option, let's follow the old methods of traditional Chinese medicine, combining internal and external approaches to minimize the risks as much as possible."

"Apply Yuzhen Powder externally to the area around the wound to dispel wind and reduce swelling. Take a six-day supply of traditional Chinese medicine internally, decoct it in water to prevent spasms and convulsions from the wound. Disinfect thoroughly with iodine solution every day and keep the area clean to prevent inflammation."

As he spoke, he took medicine from the traditional Chinese medicine cabinet behind him.

He Miao borrowed paper and pen from the shop assistant and wrote down everything Dr. Zhang had said. She also clearly marked the names, dosages, and usages of the iodine solution, sterile gauze, and erythromycin ointment that the shop assistant had given her.

Thinking of the situation in Ya Ya's village, He Miao said to the shop assistant, "Please also prepare some basic emergency medicines for me, a little bit of each for external injuries, inflammation, fever reduction, pain relief, and diarrhea."

The shop assistant quickly prepared a large bag, which, along with the Chinese medicine prescribed by Dr. Zhang, filled the bag to the brim.

He Miao directly accessed her medical insurance code to scan and pay.

The large bag of medicine cost a total of 290 yuan. He Miao has ordinary resident medical insurance, and after reimbursement, she paid 140 yuan.

Ya Ya watched the pretty older sister's movements and saw her take out that thing called a "hand chicken" and gently wave it at the small box on the table. She knew that this was payment.

"Sister, how much?"

He Miao paused as she sorted through the plastic bags, then looked down into Ya Ya's clear yet somewhat stubborn eyes.

The little girl had already stretched out her small hand, which was clutching several hundred-yuan bills, in front of her.

He Miao gently pulled out a bill: "One hundred yuan is just right. Keep the rest safe and don't drop it."

Ya Ya nodded, carefully put the remaining few red bills back into her small handbag, and tied the string tightly.

He Miao held the bag in one hand and naturally took the child's soft little hand in the other.

Only then did she realize that after all that work, she still didn't know the child's name.

She smiled and said, "By the way, I still don't know your name. My name is He Miao. What's yours?"

"Ya Ya, a sprouting bud," Ya Ya answered softly.

"It sounds so beautiful, like everything is coming back to life."

The two walked out together, got their medicine, and saw the doctor. Ya Ya was no longer so panicked, and her steps became steady.

As He Miao walked, she carefully instructed, "In addition to the medicine for Grandpa's injury, I also took some commonly used medicines."

Take this back to the adults in the village. They can use it in emergencies if anyone has a minor illness, pain, or bump. I've written down the instructions on a piece of paper, explaining what each remedy treats and how to use it. Go to the two-dollar store and find some tape to stick it onto the medicine box.”

Ya Ya held He Miao's hand tightly, listening attentively and trying her best to remember every word.

The night was gentle, and a light breeze was blowing. Two figures, one tall and one short, slowly walked toward the brightly lit two-dollar store.

As soon as Chen Lei entered, he saw them return and immediately stood up to greet them, "How was it?"

"I've bought everything." He Miao shook the bag in her hand.

Chen Lei was taken aback when he saw the huge bag, then scratched his head and laughed: "So many? I also prepared some for the little one."

As he spoke, he pulled out a pre-prepared bag from under the counter. "Inside are iodine, cotton swabs, band-aids, and a few bars of sulfur soap and regular soap."

Ya Ya was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened slightly, and her little face was full of flattery.

The people here are all so nice.

The pretty lady has already bought so much medicine for her; even the shop manager, who only bought something once, is so kind.

He Miao smiled, "Boss Chen is very generous. Could you please get me some tape? I've already written down the usage, dosage, and treatment for these medicines. Just stick it on the box so it'll be easy to use."

"You're so thoughtful," Chen Lei said, picking up a small roll of tape from the pen holder and handing it over.

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