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"Once Ya Ya is discharged from the hospital, most of the toxins will be gone. If there's any residual toxin, she can come back to me, and I'll prescribe some medicine for her to drink over two days. She'll be fine then."

The remaining people were surprised: "Ah, you can't use diluted herbal medicine to treat head lice, right? I used it before when I had lice, and it just made my scalp a little red and itchy, but I didn't feel anything else."

"Yes, these are old methods passed down from generation to generation, and no one has ever died from them. It can't be that serious, can it?"

Wen Yao looked at them and said seriously, "I am a doctor, and I know very well whether this is that serious or not. If it weren't for the danger to her life, I wouldn't be in such a hurry to urge her to go to the hospital."

"Taking medicine to detoxify is too slow. If the toxins reach the brain, the child will die. There's simply no time. Going to the hospital for detoxification is the fastest and safest method."

The group nodded, still somewhat dazed.

If it really can't be used, then they should be more careful in the future. At worst, they can just shave their heads and wear a headscarf, which is just as unsightly. It's better than the possibility of poisoning.

Wen Yao saw all the patients in half a day, recording their conditions, home addresses, and so on, so that she could make a comparative observation in the future.

After finishing all that, it was already noon. Jiang Baozhu knew she was busy today, so she ran over and called out, "Sister-in-law, are you done with your work? Come to my house for lunch, just the two of us."

"My parents and older brother have already sent me food. Do you still need to process the medicinal herbs this afternoon? I can help you; I'm free this afternoon."

"Okay, then thank you for your hard work, Baozhu. You can learn some medicine from me so you can take care of yourself in the future. You can solve small problems by yourself without going to the hospital."

"Especially if you have sensitive skin, you should learn how to make your own skincare creams; it will be more convenient in the future."

Jiang Baozhu thought about it and agreed. Her mother said that her sister-in-law was capable and that she should learn more from her. It's always good to have more skills, so she decided to learn. She also happened to be interested in skincare products.

She smiled brightly: "Okay, sister-in-law, then I'll trouble you to teach me."

Wen Yao said softly, "We're family, no need to be so polite."

As dawn broke, the jarring sound of funeral music rang out. Wen Yao groggily sat up, looked out the window, and listened carefully to make sure she wasn't mistaken—it was funeral music.

"Ah Lie, is someone dead outside? Listen to this sound."

Jiang Lie sat up and said, "I'm going out to see what's going on. I'll be back in a bit."

Jiang Lie returned in less than ten minutes, looking at her with some hesitation: "Wife, do you remember the five-year-old girl who came to see you for treatment yesterday, the one named Ya Ya?"

"I remember, her mother took her to the town hospital."

"I just came from there. A lot of people went to see him. The child died in the early hours of last night. His scalp was scratched off, and there was blood in his eyes, nose, and ears. He died with his eyes open."

Wen Yao gasped upon hearing this: "What? How could she be at home? Shouldn't she be at the town hospital? I already told Ya Ya's mother that we can't delay and she needs to go to the hospital for detoxification immediately."

"She promised me, how could she not go?"

Jiang Lie sighed: "I heard that their family has been busy delivering custom-made furniture lately, and no one believes that the child is poisoned, let alone wants to pay for hospitalization."

"Yaya's mother has fainted from crying. The others who came yesterday are all talking about this, asking why they didn't go to the hospital for detoxification."

"Honey, you've reminded them of everything you needed to. Their family doesn't want to believe it and are willing to sacrifice their child's life, so don't blame yourself too much."

Wen Yao unconsciously clenched her fists: "Yes, I know, but I didn't expect Ya Ya's mother to be so cowardly. She clearly stated that there would be danger to her life, but she insisted on taking the child even if it meant borrowing money."

Jiang Lie opened his mouth as if to say something, but a knocking sound came from the door, accompanied by some noise.

"Wife, I'll go take a look."

Opening the door, Jiang Lie saw the leader, his eyes red, holding a wooden stick, looking menacing. He looked at him expressionlessly and asked, "What's the matter?"

With red eyes, Ya Ya's father shouted angrily, "Get your wife, that quack doctor, out here! She's the one who killed my daughter! Since she knew Ya Ya was seriously poisoned, why didn't she warn us more?"

"If she had made it clear to me, would I have refused to go? My Yaya wouldn't have died."

Jiang Lie scoffed coldly: "So you've come here to extort money from us. My wife made it very clear to your wife that the child has been poisoned and urgently needs to be taken to the town hospital for detoxification."

"Your wife couldn't have gone back without telling you. You just didn't take it seriously. If Yaya were a son, would you still be so unhurried? You would probably have taken your son to the hospital by now."

"You don't care when you're the father, but you come here to blame others when something happens. What, my wife only charges a few cents for her medical treatment, and you think you can extort her?"

Forced back by this imposing manner, Ya Ya's father retorted, "Even if you did remind us, shouldn't you at least tell us in person about something this life-or-death?"

"Did you see my Yaya? She died so tragically, bleeding from all seven orifices, her eyes wide open in death. It's so heartbreaking for me."

Jiang Lie remained unmoved: "If you feel unwell, go back to your mother. It was your mother who used herbicide on the child. Don't tell me your mother didn't know the herbicide was poisonous. She's the one who killed the child."

Ya Ya's father took two steps back and shouted, "Wen Yao, come out here! I don't care about any of that. My child came to you for treatment, and it's your fault for not reminding her properly."

"You are the murderer, the murderer who killed my Yaya. If you don't give me an explanation, I'm calling the police."

People around whispered, "Yaya's father is being unreasonable. He only charges a few cents for a doctor's visit and made it clear that there was no delay and that she needed to be taken to the town hospital for detoxification."

"He doesn't give his wife any money, and then blames the doctor when something goes wrong. That's really heartless."

Wen Yao walked over and looked at the shouting man: "Didn't you want to call the police? Fine, let the police investigate and find out who killed Ya Ya."

"If it's my responsibility, I'll take full responsibility. But if your mother killed Yaya, then it's your mother's responsibility. As for you ignoring medical advice and not giving your wife money to take the child to the hospital..."

"How can you be a father? If the police investigation shows that it's not my responsibility, then no one from your family is ever allowed to come to my house for treatment again. I will not treat patients from your family."

She is a doctor, that's true, but she's not the kind of doctor who insists on seeing patients who are being unreasonable. If you don't trust her medical advice, then you shouldn't come to her for treatment at all.

To avoid the situation where they see something wrong and then blame it on me, it's fortunate that no medicine was prescribed this time. If medicine had been prescribed, they would have blamed the medicine even more.

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Ya Ya's father's face flushed red and then turned pale. He lowered his voice and said, "Call the police if you want. You just wait, I'm coming right now."