The crowd looked at each other.
The old village chief took out a piece of a grass stalk, put it in his mouth to chew, and looked completely at a loss.
Suddenly, a soft, sweet voice, like a ray of sunshine, pierced through the gloom in everyone's hearts.
Shen Ningning said, "Uncles and aunts, don't worry. Leave the medical skills to me. I'll go ask that amazing Divine Doctor for guidance."
The villagers' faces lit up. "Really? But Ningning, the art of medicine is a profound field. You haven't been studying it since you were a child. It's not something you can just pick up."
A sweet smile appeared on the little girl's soft, rosy face.
"It'll be fine if I just learn some emergency remedies for things like colds, pains, and calming nerves. Those shouldn't be too hard."
'Besides, I have my own herbs. If I run into any difficult cases, I can just use the Spiritual Spring and Spirit Grass.'
