So, when Su Luo came back, she saw that Xiaohu's eyes were swollen like walnuts from crying, while Village Chief Wang sat aside and sighed, the village chief's wife almost passed away from crying, and the aunts and uncles in the village were all kinds of things.
Send something to Xiaohu’s family.
Su Luo was very confused, put down her backpack and asked, "What's going on?"
"Alas." Village Chief Wang covered his face with a sad expression.
"Oh my god, what's going on with my little tiger? How can he live alone in the mountains? My poor little tiger..." The village chief's wife cried miserably.
Su Luo: "..."
At this time, the kind-hearted Uncle Li told Su Luo: "Oh, Miss Su, you don't know, Xiaohu has a serious cold!"
Su Luo nodded, it was just a serious cold, how could they be as sick as Xiaohu was terminally ill?
Uncle Li sighed: "This serious cold is not only incurable, but also contagious. Therefore, once the villagers get this terminal disease, they will be sent to the mountains and isolated. If they are still alive for a year, they can continue to live in the village. This will happen if they become adults."
The people are okay, and Xiaohu is still so young..."
Su Luo was so angry that she laughed: "Severe cold? Can't be cured? Terminal disease? Isolate for a year?"
Excuse me, are you kidding me?
Su Luo looked at Uncle Li with disbelief, and then scanned the faces of the villagers one by one. Seeing that they were really sad, sad and in pain, Su Luo was also drunk.
"Isn't it just a cold? I can cure this disease." Su Luo said simply.
But the villagers didn’t believe it. This was a terminal illness!
"Miss Su, we know that you tell stories well, but this is reality and not a story. Xiaohu's disease cannot be cured." An old man on crutches sighed.
"Miss Su, there used to be a child in our village who got a serious cold. He tried using herbs and other medicines for a long time, but in the end...well, Xiaohu is so cute and kind, why is God so unfair to him?"
"Miss Su, don't come close. The plague is contagious. In the past, the Zhao family's little black boy got the plague and did not leave the village. As a result, the whole village was infected and lay at home for a long time. It was very miserable. At that time, everyone
I can’t fish or chop firewood, so I almost starved to death.”
"Yes, Miss Su, we are very satisfied with your kindness. Please don't go there. We can't afford to pay for being infected..." the little tiger girl said while crying.
Su Luo: "..." This is nothing!
Su Luo took a deep breath: "Isn't it just a cold? I'm a half-step emperor-level alchemist. I can't cure Xiaohu. Today, "The Evil King Chases His Wife" will tell you the finale!"
"Wow -" everyone's eyes suddenly lit up: "The finale!"
While everyone's attraction was taken away by the words "finale", Su Luo walked up to Xiaohu and took his pulse carefully. After being diagnosed with a serious cold, Su Luo brought out a few herbs from the space.
Within ten seconds, the primary health elixir was refined and stuffed directly into Xiaohu's mouth.
Gulu——
Xiaohu swallowed the junior bodybuilding pill.
At this time, the villagers all looked at Su Luo and Xiaohu stupidly.
Su Luo said: "Soon, the heat in Xiaohu's body will drop in three minutes."
Uncle Li asked anxiously: "What then?"
Su Luo spread her hands with an innocent look on her face: "It'll be fine then."