The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 516 - 516 516 Going Now

Chapter 516: Chapter 516: Going Now? Chapter 516: Chapter 516: Going Now? “Guman, your house has no furniture at all. Maybe tomorrow I can make some for you,” Lin Baiyi suggested.

The house looked like a home now, but it wasn’t right that there wasn’t even a place to sit. Anyway, his craftwork skills were still obedient to his hand. It wouldn’t be a problem for him to make some furniture, and it would be simple.

“No need, Uncle, it’s too much trouble for you.” Ya Guman smiled and shook his head.

“You need it, you need it.”

Lin Baiyi was not going to let him refuse. He thought that when the furniture was ready, he could just deliver it to him.

“Guman, you’re not busy with anything right now, are you?”

“No, uncle. What task do you need me to do? Just say it.” Ya Guman immediately asked.

“There’s not much.”

Lin Baiyi shook his head.

“I see that your hand always hangs down, which is quite inconvenient. By chance, my Sangsang is now studying medicine. I think, why don’t you go with me to Manghuang Mountain, and let Sangsang have a look at your hand, maybe she could treat it.

Last time, when Chushui’s leg got broken by his dad, it was Sangsang who fixed it. Do you trust Sangsang?”

“I trust.”

Ya Guman nodded.

Hearing that Lin Caisang was going to treat his arm, he was overjoyed in his heart. He had heard that Lin Caisang had cured Lin Chushui’s leg before.

There had been quite a few people in the village who had broken their legs while collecting cubilose in the past. Even if they were cured and could walk again, they were almost limping. It was impossible for them to walk like normal people.

Well, how long has it been for Lin Chushui? He was already able to walk on the ground, do work, and his leg seemed no different from before the injury, perfectly healed.

“Uncle, when will we go?”

“How about… we go right now?” Lin Baiyi suggested.

“Okay.”

Ya Guman immediately agreed.

So, the two men hurried towards Manghuang Mountain, and in a short while, they arrived at the pharmacy.

“Sangsang, Third Uncle brought Guman here, are you free now?”

In the pharmacy, Lin Caisang was preparing medicine. When she heard the voice outside, her hands, holding the medicine, paused, she looked up at the tightly closed door then laughed.

“I’m free, Third Uncle. The door is open. You and Brother Guman please come in.”

She picked up the medicine for her scar removal cream, then turned towards Lin Baiyi and Ya Guman who were already in the door and waiting on the side.

“Third Uncle, you’re in quite a hurry.”

It shouldn’t have been long since Lin Chushui went down the mountain, but her Third Uncle had already brought Ya Guman up the mountain. They must have been in a great hurry.

“Isn’t it just trying to get cured sooner?” Lin Baiyi chuckled and explained.

“Brother Guman, sit over here and lift up the sleeve of the injured arm. Let me take a look first.”, Lin Caisang sat down at a table and pointed to the seat opposite her, instructing Ya Guman to sit down too.

“Okay.”

Ya Guman complied, then sat down there. He lifted the sleeve of the injured arm with his other good hand, strained to place it on the table, and then looked at Lin Caisang.

Lin Caisang looked seriously at his expression, squinted slightly, and casually spoke to him.

“Brother Guman, judging by your expression, any slight movement of this hand must be very painful, right?”

“Hmm.”

Ya Guman’s nodded, looking at his useless hand.

“I can bear the pain. The inconvenience of only having one good hand to work with is the main issue.”

He honestly told Lin Caisang.

Anyone who sees themselves with two intact arms but can only use one to exert force will feel uncomfortable, not to mention in their habits, they could not adapt for a while.

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