What to do if you have too many golden fingers? Walk sideways!

Chapter 338 Returning at the Age of 6

Gu Xi would definitely save such a lively and lovely little girl.

If the people in the village disagree, she will take Aji away by force.

If Gu Xi said that he was from Central Plains, these people would definitely be hostile.

But the identity of a god is still quite useful, and the village elder showed hesitation on his face.

Gu Xi stretched out her hand in front of everyone, and soon, her empty hands were filled with several boxes of antipyretic drugs and antiviral oral liquids.

I didn't show you my skills because I was afraid you wouldn't believe me.

Sure enough, all the villagers widened their eyes.

Taking things out of thin air, this is really a god thing, right?

Ah Xiu was panicking and had lost her backbone at the moment. She looked at the village chief.

The village elder struggled for a moment, then made up his mind and said:

"Let her cure it!"

Two children have died in the village, and several others are sick. I don’t know if they can survive.

Instead of letting Aji go home and wait to die, it is better to let her try, maybe she can survive.

Gu Xi came to A Xiu. At this moment, little A Ji had lost his previous liveliness and agility.

Her little face was flushed red, her eyelids were barely able to lift, her whole body was limp, but she still managed to say:

"God...sister...I believe...you..."

Gu Xi gave her a comforting smile and reached out to feel her pulse.

He checked her hands and feet again.

Then he said:

"Village elder, are all the other sick people like this? They were fine one moment, and suddenly felt tired and weak all over, had a fever, and had rashes on their hands and feet the next moment? And they are all under the age of twenty."

This disease is similar to hand, foot and mouth disease and is more common in children and adolescents.

The difference is that this disease has a long incubation period, basically seven to fourteen days. Once it breaks out, it will instantly become very ferocious, and severe cases can cause death within one day.

It is also contagious and is a relatively serious plague.

Seeing that Gu Xi had correctly described the symptoms, the village elder said excitedly:

"Yes, that's all."

Gu Xi nodded and said:

"Okay, I understand. This disease is easy to cure."

As he spoke, Gu Xi took out an alcohol stove, a kettle, and a bucket of purified water from the space.

Water was boiled on the ground.

The villagers watched her transform things one after another in amazement, and they became more and more convinced that she was really a deity.

Gu Xi said as he boiled water:

"When you drink water, you should boil it and then let it cool down. This way you won't get sick easily."

Her purified water did not need to be boiled, but in order to demonstrate to the villagers, she boiled it directly.

The villagers looked at each other.

Southern Xinjiang is hot and there is rarely any winter. They only boil water to warm their bodies during the coldest days of winter. Normally they just drink cold water.

After a while, the water boiled. Gu Xi took out two cups, poured the water back and forth several times to quickly cool down the hot water, then dissolved the medicine and fed it to Aji.

Aji was most afraid of taking medicine. He frowned and said:

"Sister Fairy, Aji is afraid of bitterness, can we not drink it?"

Gu Xi put the cup to her nose:

"Smell it."

Ah Ji took Gu Xi's hand and inhaled the hot air from the cup. Then his eyes lit up slightly.

"So sweet."

"Yes, the medicine given by the Fairy Sister is made of sugar, so it's not bitter. Ah Ji, drink it obediently, okay?"

Aji nodded, took the medicine from Gu Xi's hand and drank it.

Gu Xi felt Aji's pulse again. It was just a low fever. She didn't give Aji any antipyretic medicine. Now it seemed to be 39 degrees. The fever was coming on very quickly.

She took out a liquid ibuprofen, poured a small sip, and fed it to Aji.

The villagers now believe in Gu Xi’s identity as a “god”, and now it all depends on whether Aji can recover.

All the villagers were waiting in front of the village chief's wooden house.

Gu Xi looked at the sky. It was almost dusk, so it should be time to make dinner.

Looking at these villagers, it seems that they have no intention of cooking dinner. Most likely they have little food and only eat two meals or even one meal a day.

But Gu Xi couldn't let herself starve, so she took out rice, meat, and vegetables from the space, and then said to the village elder:

"Village elder, please have someone cook these and distribute them to everyone, especially the young children. Only when they are well fed can they have immunity and fight this disease."

"Also, keep children away from sick people as much as possible, as they can easily be infected."

The village chief and villagers were very grateful and started to work.

The men were responsible for cooking, while the women brought small tables and stools from their homes and placed them in a long row in front of the village chief's wooden house.

Thinking that they would soon have white rice and meat to eat, everyone's face was filled with excitement even more than the pilgrimage festival.

As soon as the meal was ready, little Aji's fever went away. He became lively again and started running and jumping.

Gu Xi took some more medicine for Ah Xiu and said:

"Dissolve it in hot water and drink it once every morning and evening for three days, and Ah Ji will be cured. You should also keep this antipyretic medicine. If she has a high fever, give her a small sip."

Ah Xiu thanked her repeatedly.

When the village chief saw that Aji was really well, he led the villagers to kowtow to Gu Xi.

"Thank you, God, for saving my life."

Gu Xi quickly helped the man up and said:

"Village elder, this is just a piece of cake for me, you don't have to take it to heart."

Parents of several other sick children also brought their children, and Gu Xi diagnosed and prescribed medicine on the spot.

After finishing their work, everyone sat around the long table to eat.

Although Gu Xi felt that the vegetables and meat tasted ordinary due to the lack of seasoning, the people in the village ate them very happily and did not waste even a drop of the soup.

After dinner, the villagers built a bonfire and sang and danced.

The village chief sat aside and sighed:

"We haven't had a full meal in a year, and meat is even rarer."

"It's all thanks to the fairy this time, otherwise the children in the village would have suffered."

"In three months, I will be leaving. If I can see that my children and villagers are healthy before I go, I will have no regrets when I die."

Gu Xi looked at the village chief in surprise and reached out to feel her pulse.

"Village Master, you are in good health, just a little malnourished. Just eat more and you will be fine. You won't die. Where are you going?"

The village chief had an indescribable expression on his face, as if he had something to hide.

However, considering that the fairy had just saved their village, the village chief still said frankly:

"There is a rule in southern Xinjiang that elderly people over 60 need to leave their homes and live in cellars. After starving for a few days, they can die cleanly."

"What?!" Gu Xi and Chu Zhao both widened their eyes in surprise.

The two of them are considered to be well-informed, so how come they have never heard of such a strange rule?

In ancient times in the Central Plains, filial piety was the guiding principle for governing the country. Even if children had to starve to death, elderly parents would not starve.

Chu Zhao felt that such rules were too absurd, but the village elder looked very calm and honored, as if he thought all this was natural.