The nights in the mountains are always particularly cold. Han Ankang, who was brought into the darkness by a severe pain, suddenly felt a hint of coolness coming from his body. Han Ankang, who was awakened by the coldness, looked at the stars in the sky and the mountain wind blowing through his body.

He said in a very confused heart: "Didn't I fall into the bottom of the cliff and fall seriously injured and fainted? Why don't I feel a little pain now, but I still feel a little cold?"

When I finally remembered that I fell down from the cliff and fainted because of ginseng harvesting, Han Ankang, who had obviously felt many severe pains from his body, struggled to sit up from the stone under him. He flipped through the lighter in his pocket, and found some dead branches and leaves from the cliff to light a bonfire.

Under the light of the fire, Han Ankang realized that the camouflage uniform he was wearing into the mountain had turned into a blood-stained red color. The feeling of blood drying and sticking on his body clearly proved that Han Ankang was indeed severely injured when he fainted. But now Han Ankang felt it for a moment and there was no discomfort in his body. On the contrary, he felt that he was much healthier than ever.

What's going on?

It was difficult to understand what happened before he fainted, and Han Ankang was not confused. He remembered the ginseng that he almost lost his life, which was scattered among the pile of stones he had fallen. Han Ankang, who hurriedly picked up these wild ginseng, looked at the two wild ginsengs with red blood stains, proving that he had suffered serious injuries at that time.

After looking at the watch lens on his wrist, he was broken, but this mechanical watch that he had been wearing for many years was still working tenaciously. Seeing the hour hand pointing to ten o'clock, Han Ankang knew that he would probably not be able to go down the mountain tonight. It is undoubtedly a very dangerous thing to walk in this mountain where you can't see your fingers at night. How could Han Ankang, who had finally saved his life, take the risk to go down the mountain again!

Han Ankang, who had made up his mind to spend the night in the mountains, quickly found a dry place on the bottom of the cliff and transferred the bonfire that had just been lit to the resting ground. Feeling the heat from the fire, Han Ankang, who had put the medicine basket, also felt that at this time, he usually went to bed to rest, but he was not sleepy at all.

While he couldn't sleep, Han Ankang carefully checked his hands and heels and found that there was no damage. Instead, what surprised him was that a long scar left by the glass on his leg when he was a child also disappeared cleanly at this moment.

If you didn't feel that your mind was clear, the parts and pockets on your body were proved that your body was indeed his. Han Ankang would have doubted whether he had resurrected himself like the protagonist in online novels!

Until Han Ankang found that the red rope on his neck seemed much lighter and pulled out the blood-colored jade Buddha he had worn since childhood but didn't see it, Han Ankang seemed a little panicked. Although he did not expect anything from his biological parents, the jade Buddha was the only thing that could prove his identity. If he lost it, he would feel that something was missing.

Han Ankang, who thought it might have fallen down the cliff and fell to the jade Buddha, made a simple torch and searched carefully in the pool of blood stains. He even locked the cracks of the stone next to him, but he didn't even see the fragments of the jade Buddha.

Han Ankang, who was losing something, suddenly remembered that when he was studying in college, he specially found an expert to identify the Jade Buddha. The only jade Buddha left to him by his biological parents, the experts could not distinguish the age and material. Therefore, Han Ankang felt that this Jade Buddha should have unknown secrets, and today he fell off the cliff and had no injuries, so it might be directly related to the disappearance of the Jade Buddha.

Just when Han Ankang could not find the Jade Buddha, he could only continue to hang an empty red rope, as a search for spiritual comfort. Sitting in front of the bonfire and thinking about the disappearance of the Jade Buddha, would it have nothing to do with him falling off the cliff this time but he was injured. Perhaps Han Ankang, who had lost too much blood, slowly leaned against the medicine basket and fell asleep.

When Han Ankang was awakened by the cold the next day, looking at the extinguished bonfire in front of him and the bright valley, Han Ankang realized that he had slept like this all night with the medicine basket. Seeing that it was already past seven in the morning, Han Ankang quickly carried the medicine basket and stepped onto the mountain road back to the village.

On the way down the mountain, Han Ankang suddenly found that there was a lot of knowledge about mountain Chinese medicinal materials in his mind. But one thing he could confirm was that these Chinese medicinal materials that he usually regarded as weeds can now analyze in his mind that this kind of medicinal materials that he had never heard of before can treat those diseases. This made Han Ankang suspect that his mind was still his own when collecting herbs!

As the medicine basket was filled with countless medicinal materials that had not been dug before, Han Ankang finished the mining work and continued to speed up his pace to the mountain. However, he saw many plants that were usually regarded as weeds along the way, which would show in his mind that this weed was actually a Chinese medicinal material that could be used as medicine.

This made Han Ankang wonder if he had fallen once and broke his brain. Why did so many inexplicable knowledge of medicinal materials appear in his mind, as well as the traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions that seem effective in his opinion?

With puzzled confusion, Han Ankang finally returned to the village before lunch. When he met a villager who just finished work and went home for dinner, he rushed over with a worried look on his face and said, "Xiao An, what's wrong with you? Why are you so much blood on your body? Are you injured when you collect herbs? Is it important?"

Looking at the old man's concerned eyes, Han Ankang smiled and said, "Uncle Six, it's okay. This blood accidentally fell into a pit that others had not filled yesterday, and was stuck with the residual blood left inside. Seeing that the pit was bleeding so blood, I guess someone has caught some big guy in the mountains recently.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so much blood left in the pit, but fortunately, the things that were pricked in the pit were taken away. Otherwise, I would have been dead for a lifetime this time. I would worry you! Look, aren't I doing well now? It's okay!"

Because it is located deep in the mountains, some hunters here like to hunt by digging traps, and it is very likely that they accidentally fall into the trap set by these hunters. Han Ankang, who was unable to explain to others how this bloody stain came about, could only use this relatively easy lie to dispel the worry of the elderly who care about his health.

Uncle Six felt a little relieved when he heard Han Ankang's explanation, but he complained: "Xiao An, you should be careful when going up the mountain in the future. This time you are lucky to encounter a pit that eliminates the trap. If the trap in the pit is not lifted, you will have to peel off the skin if you don't die this time.

But those who put the trap should be damned, how could they dig up such pitfalls that are easy to hurt! Aren’t they afraid of hurting people and suing? What a bunch of guys who want money but don’t live!”

As a villager who often goes to the mountains to chop wood, except for the poisonous snakes and beasts in the mountains, the most feared thing is undoubtedly the trap set by these hunters. A few years ago, someone was seriously injured and killed by falling into this trap that lays bamboos and thorns, which led to the hunter who sets this trap being caught by the town police.

Later, the hunter paid a lot of money privately, and finally the matter was settled. It was precisely because digging a pit can easily hurt people, and no one dared to dig it in the mountains for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't explain the origin of this bloody stain, Han Ankang wouldn't have made up such a lie.

Relying on this fabricated lie, Han Ankang finally blocked the old man's concern and walked back to his own yard built at the entrance of the village. When he arrived at the gate of the yard, he saw that there were already many sick and uncomfortable villagers in the yard waiting on the stone in the yard. Seeing him coming back, these villagers who often came here to see a doctor stood up and asked Han Ankang what was going on with the blood on his body.

After trying a while to relieve the worries of these villagers, Han Ankang asked the patients to take a break in the hospital for the time being. After he changed his clothes, he would treat them. Of course, the villagers who came to see the patients would not have any objections.

After putting the medicine basket into the backyard pharmaceutical room, Han Ankang quickly came to the bedroom and took off his blood-stained camouflage uniform and put on a white coat representing the doctor. Knowing that these villagers who were seeing the doctor were not very eager, Han Ankang quickly brought the villagers who came to see him early in the morning to the room where his grandfather used to see him, which was in the village infirmary.

If the room was not filled with medicinal materials and some medicines, perhaps no one would have imagined that the conditions for medical treatment in the countryside would be so simple. Despite this, the villagers who have lived nearby for many years, as long as they are not too bad, would be willing to come to Han Ankang's house to prescribe some medicine or take a few needles to relieve the pain, and would not go to the health center with relatively better conditions in the town for treatment.

Because the charges here in Han Ankang are cheaper, the charges at the health center are undoubtedly more expensive. For farmers who have suffered a year and have not made much money from digging food from the field, they are naturally willing to choose to see a doctor at Han's house.

When Wu Sanshan, the first old rheumatism patient in the village, sat in front of Han Ankang with a wry smile and said, "Xiao An! I've dealt with this old problem again. Do you think you'll give me a few more acupunctures? I'm really sorry to bother you like this!"

It is recognized that rheumatism is difficult to cure, so that Wu Sanshan, who fell into the root of the disease when he was young, never cured until his grandson was born. In recent years, when he got sick, he thought of coming to Han’s house for several injections. In the past, Han Ankang’s grandfather used to give him a shot, but now it’s Han Ankang. For this person in the same village, the grandfather and grandson don’t charge for a shot and massage.
Chapter completed!