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After the mother and child left, Li Daoxuan summoned Qingfeng and asked:

"Qingfeng, are they the family across the street?"

Qingfeng nodded and said:

"It's from the house across the street; I've run into them a few times before."

"Did they encounter any worries when they came in?"

Qingfeng thought for a moment and replied:

"I hadn't noticed that..."

Li Daoxuan nodded upon hearing this and gave the following instructions:

"You have time to ask the neighbors about their family situation."

Qingfeng, puzzled, asked:

"Inquiring about their family situation? Master, why is that?"

Li Daoxuan sighed softly, somewhat worried, and said:

"Just now I observed that the woman's physical constitution was actually quite robust, and she should have lived a long life, but her mental state was greatly depleted, which was obviously due to constant worry."

"To heal the sick and save lives, we must not only heal their bodies, but also their minds."

"If left unchecked, she probably won't last long."

Qingfeng suddenly realized what was happening and felt deep admiration for his master's compassion.

"Alright, I'll go ask in a bit."

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Since that mother and son, the clinic has once again fallen into a state of quiet.

No other patients came in all day.

Taking advantage of the free time, Qingfeng went out to inquire about the mother and son.

It was already evening when he returned.

"Master, I've found out."

Qingfeng came before Li Daoxuan and reported back.

This mother and son were originally a family of three. The head of the household was named Erxi, and the son was named Youfu. Three years ago, when they were conscripted into the army, it was originally intended for their son Youfu to go.

But Erxi, the father, couldn't bear to let his son go to the battlefield, so he cruelly broke his leg and took the military service himself.

There were quite a few other people who went with Erxi; they were all able-bodied men from the county.

However, most of these ordinary people who were conscripted were not used as soldiers to charge into battle, but rather as auxiliary soldiers or logistics soldiers, etc.

So, on the contrary, they have a greater chance of surviving.

Most of the able-bodied men who left Anyi County last year have returned, and the government has replaced them with another batch.

But Erxi was the only one who didn't come back.

Erxi's wife hurriedly asked around, but all she got was a blank answer.

Those who went with Erxi didn't know anything about him. They only said that after they went to the Northern Territory, they didn't participate in the war, but only helped build the city. Once the city was finished, they returned.

Erxi's wife went to the government office to inquire, but the government only said that Erxi's whereabouts were unknown.

A perfectly healthy person vanished as if into thin air, leaving no trace of their life or death.

After listening to Qingfeng's explanation, Li Daoxuan understood why the woman was so worried that she was losing her vital energy.

In short, if Erxi dies, his wife might be overwhelmed with grief for a while, but she will gradually forget about it over time.

But now that they seem so reckless and suicidal, how can one not be worried sick?

Li Daoxuan thought for a moment and then instructed Qingfeng:

"Go to their house tomorrow and say you're going for a follow-up appointment."

"Then guide Erxi's wife to tell the truth about it."

"You must wait until she brings it up herself before telling her that you can help her find her husband. Never mention it proactively, understand?"

Qingfeng nodded.

After learning about Erxi's family situation, he guessed that his master would definitely help.

The Complete Book of Talismans records a talisman for tracking cause and effect.

It's used to find people.

Whether Erxi is dead or alive, this talisman can be used to track his location.

Master is compassionate and cannot possibly ignore this.

"Yes, Master. I will go tomorrow afternoon."

Seeing that Qingfeng understood his meaning, Li Daoxuan nodded with satisfaction.

The next day, still no one came.

After finishing his tidying up in the afternoon, Qingfeng went out carrying a bamboo medical kit.

Arriving at Erxi's house diagonally across the street, I knocked on the door, and Erxi's wife opened it.

Upon seeing that the visitor was Qingfeng, the woman was visibly surprised, but then very warmly and politely invited Qingfeng inside.

Erxi's son Youfu is not at home; he must have gone out to work.

The woman busied herself with preparing the pot of water.

There was nothing else in the house besides water to serve guests, and when she poured water for Qingfeng, her face was full of awkwardness and embarrassment.

"Oh dear, we really don't have much to offer the young doctor. Don't rush off, young doctor. When my son gets back, I'll have him go and buy some wine, just to show some hospitality..."

Qingfeng stood up and took the chipped porcelain bowl with both hands, smiling as he said:

"No need to trouble yourself, we're all neighbors. I just came to check on you and give you a follow-up visit."

Upon hearing that Qingfeng had come for a follow-up visit, the woman was overjoyed and said:

"Thank you so much, young doctor. I took the medicine prescribed by your master yesterday, and I sweated it out that night. I slept well and feel completely relaxed now."

Qingfeng smiled and nodded, then asked the woman to extend her hand so he could take her pulse.

The reason the woman recovered so quickly was partly due to the medicine, but the main reason was that the medicine contained the ashes of a healing talisman, which enabled her to recover so rapidly.

With the addition of other medications, the woman should recover completely within two days.

The gentle breeze quietly took his pulse, but his gaze took in the entire furnishings of the room.

A soft sigh escaped my lips, and an indescribable sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.

The lives of ordinary people at the bottom of society remain as bitter as ever.

About fifteen minutes later, Qingfeng withdrew his hand and smiled slightly:

"Madam's health is much better now. She will recover after taking the medicine prescribed yesterday for another day."

Upon hearing this, the woman smiled and said shyly:

"I feel really bad that you had to make this trip in person, young doctor."

Qingfeng waved his hand, his smile fading and replaced with a serious expression.

"but..."

The moment those two words were uttered, the woman's expression turned serious.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else that's not good?"

Qingfeng nodded gently and said:

"Madam has only caught a slight cold this time. With Master's medicine, she will naturally recover."

"But the lady's illness is not physical, but mental."

At this point, the woman's heart skipped a beat, and then a bitter smile appeared on her face.

Seeing the situation, Qingfeng immediately said:

"Since Madam has come to our Taiyi Medical Clinic for treatment, as doctors, we must do our best to treat her."

"Medicine can heal the lady's body, but it cannot heal her heart."

"Madam's mental state has been depleted, and her vital energy has been weakened. Fortunately, this time it's just a cold, but if it continues, it may develop into a serious illness."

"The young master of the Taoist temple is a very filial son. If Madam is seriously ill, he will definitely not give up on her. At that time, it will not only be Madam who suffers."

Hearing Qingfeng say this, the woman finally realized the seriousness of the situation. A hint of panic flashed in her eyes, her eyes gradually reddened, and she choked out:

"What should I do? How can I cure this heartache...?"

Hearing this, Qingfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Madam, there is no need to worry. As the saying goes, a mental illness requires a mental cure. Why don't you tell me what's bothering you? Perhaps I can help you relieve your worries."

"Even if my humble method can't do it, my master might have a way."

The woman raised her head, tears welling in her eyes, and looked at Qingfeng. After a heavy sigh, she finally began to tell her story.