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

Grandma Li was still lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) in a daze, covered tightly by two quilts, her face was frighteningly flushed, and her breathing was rapid and disordered.

The village chief's hands trembled violently as he first took out the red box, opened it, and revealed a small silver plate inside. On the back were long, white granules wrapped in a transparent shell.

He pressed it with his finger, but it wouldn't open.

Looking at the silver side, I tried scratching it with my fingernail, and the silver paper tore open easily.

He quickly scooped out a pill and examined the white medicine.

It looked like something I'd never seen before.

Is such a tiny pill really effective? He leaned closer to smell it; it had a strange smell and was somewhat bitter.

Looking at his wife's pained expression, the village chief believed in Ya Ya and in her good fortune.

Gritting his teeth, the village chief got up and poured half a bowl of warm water.

"Gui Xiang... Gui Xiang, we have medicine... medicine that Ya Ya brought... it will make you feel better..."

He gently lifted the old woman's head, carefully placed the pill into her mouth, and then fed her water little by little.

Granny Li's throat moved, and she actually swallowed it.

Then he took out a fever-reducing patch, and following Fang Tiesheng's instructions, tore open the seal and gently placed it on the old woman's forehead.

A cool sensation touched her forehead, and Granny Li's brows twitched slightly.

The village chief squatted by the kang (a heated brick bed), gripping her withered hand tightly, staring at her intently.

Every second felt like a year.

Outside the door, the rain was still falling lightly.

Ya Ya was placed under the eaves of Grandma Wang's house, and Fang Tiesheng stayed by her side.

They didn't leave; they just waited quietly, hoping for some good news to come from inside the house.

Ya Ya rested her chin on her little hand, counting the blades of grass in front of Grandpa Village Chief's yard.

One, two...

A tall figure hurried over from not far away.

It was Hunter Zhao.

He was holding a handful of herbs in his hand, which he had found after rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

"Uncle Zhao!"

Zhao Hu paused, and saw a big and a small boy guarding under the eaves of Old Wang's house.

"Uncle Tiesheng, Yaya, what are you doing here? It's raining."

Fang Tiesheng's pupils contracted slightly when he saw the herbs in Zhao the hunter's hand. It seemed that they were hiding something from everyone.

Thinking back to that night on my way home, the flash of light on the mountain road must have meant something happened on the mountain.

But he didn't say anything more, he just sighed softly and briefly explained the situation:

"When Ya Ya saw that the village chief had cut his hand, she went over there to find some medicine and brought it over. Just then, Granny Li had a fever and was delirious. The village chief wouldn't let the child in, fearing she would catch the illness. Luckily, Ya Ya had brought a lot of medicine, including fever reducers used in that area, and she brought it over. Now she's waiting to see if it works."

"I tried to persuade her that she would definitely let me know whether she was alright or not, but Ya Ya didn't want to go back and said she wanted to wait."

Zhao Hu looked down at the little girl wearing a large raincoat, stepped in front of her, and stood still.

"It's raining and chilly, don't get cold. I'll wait with you."

The three of them quietly waited under the eaves, hoping for some uncertain news from inside the courtyard.

The rain became more understanding and gradually stopped, and the wind seemed to have stopped as well.

The sun, hiding behind the clouds, quietly peeked out a little, casting a soft light that shimmered in the small puddles by the roadside.

There seemed to be some movement in the village chief's house across the street.

The heavy wooden door creaked open and was gently pulled open a crack.

The village chief poked his head out, a look of relief on his face. Seeing that no one was at the gate of the courtyard, he came out with a basin of used warm water, ready to pour it out.

As soon as I reached the middle of the yard, I subconsciously glanced at the eaves where Ya Ya had stayed, and my steps froze.

The rain stopped, and the faint light fell on that side, revealing three figures of varying heights under the eaves.

Fang Tiesheng stood on the far left, Zhao Hu stood on the right in front, and a small figure huddled in the middle, wearing a large raincoat, with only a small, pointed chin showing, quietly guarding the place.

The village chief felt a sudden pang of sadness, a surge of complex emotions welling up inside him—warmth, bitterness, and heartache.

Before he could speak, the straw raincoat moved.

Ya Ya lifted the brim of her hat slightly and waved gently at him: "Grandpa Village Chief! Did the medicine Ya Ya brought work? Did you give it to Grandma Li? Is Grandma feeling better?"

Fang Tiesheng and Zhao Hu also looked over at the same time, their eyes filled with a tense concern.

The village chief paused, blinked hard, and held back the hot, sour tears. The wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and his voice became clear:

"Alright! Alright! The fever has gone down. The medicine that Nannan brought is so effective! This old lady is full of energy now! I came out to get some water, and I was just about to go back and heat up some porridge for her."

He waved his hand, both amused and annoyed, "This old woman complained that I covered her with too much blanket, making her feel suffocated. She yanked off a blanket to cover herself and then yelled at me! If she wasn't fully recovered, how could she have the energy to yell at people?"

Upon hearing this, Ya Ya's eyes curved into crescent moons, and a sweet smile instantly bloomed on her face. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, quietly settled down.

Sister Hemiao would never make a mistake.

The medicine she chose must be the best!

"Alright, we can rest assured now. It's time to head back!" Fang Tiesheng laughed heartily and patted his numb calves.

Zhao Hu bent down and picked Ya Ya up in one swift motion.

"Come on, Uncle will take you home!"

"Hey! Wait a minute, we haven't asked Grandpa Village Chief if he's taken any medicine yet. Did he cover that big hole with one of those umbrellas? The pharmacy lady said that if it's not treated promptly, it can cause a fever!" Ya Ya patted Uncle Zhao's back, her little face serious, looking like a little doctor.

"What umbrella? What opening?" Zhao Hu asked, looking completely bewildered.

Fang Tiesheng raised his voice, a hint of mockery in his tone: "Did you hear me, Gousheng! Hurry up and boil that medicine packet, remember to apply the Yuzhen Powder, and wash the wound with that damn wine. Don't let your wife recover before you collapse! Then we old folks will laugh at you!"

The village chief was so upset by these people that he almost couldn't hold back his tears. He turned his back while holding the basin, saying, "I know, I know! Do you think I don't know what's important? I'll boil the medicine along with the warm porridge later. Don't worry, I won't give you a chance to laugh at me!"

He quickly slipped into the house and closed the door.

As soon as he entered the room and turned around, he saw Grandma Li leaning against the headboard, smiling at him.

The cheerful demeanor she had been putting on outside vanished instantly, her eyes welled up, and tears that she had been holding back for so long dripped onto her clothes.

"Why are you crying, old man?" Granny Li's voice was still a little hoarse, and she reached out and gently patted the back of his hand.

As she spoke, tears welled up in her own eyes.

She heard everything that was happening outside.

The elderly couple just watched, neither of them saying anything, but they both understood.

"That's great."

"That's fine."