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From afar, he could see Qimu's face, which was covered with sweat as she arrogantly wrote the words "Wutong Town" on a wooden tablet that had been hanging in the air for countless years. Unsurprisingly, her face was covered with an extremely bright smile, and the scar on her left cheek was no longer as malevolent as it was in the past.

The parasol tree led the phoenix. The name of this small town was really pleasing to the ears. Qimu wondered what was inside. It must be as moving as that name, Qimu thought to herself.

Qimu adjusted the hemp rope strap on her basket. The only thing on her body was a dried Gynostemma. The Gynostemma wasn't too heavy, but after walking for a long time, the rope strap made her shoulders ache.

Releasing the pressure on her shoulders, Qimu let out a long sigh, looked up at the wooden plaque again, and then slowly walked into the "Wutong Town" with a calm expression. The moment she entered this small town, Qimu felt that time was leisurely passing, and her years were calm and peaceful.

As Qimu walked, she sized up the appearance of the Wutong Town. Curiosity and yearning filled her eyes; this small town was clearly only half a day away from the Niu Village, yet the situation was completely different.

There were always a few scholarly people in the group who wore scholarly hats. Their pace was neither fast nor slow, and with an inexplicable rhythm of confidence, they stepped onto the bluestone paved path. Their shoes collided with the bluestones, creating a wave of fireworks that seemed just right for the human world.

Both sides of the old road were lined with shops and shops. Even though it was already noon, the streets were still bustling with people. It was a scene of prosperity and prosperity.

Qimu was not in a hurry to find the Medicine Hall to sell her Gynostemma s. She seemed to be strolling in her own courtyard, sizing up the narrow alleys beside the ancient roads that were either wide or narrow, ancient and remote. Breathing in the fragrance of flowers and plants, she felt the gentle little scenery of the town like a Jiangnan woman.

If it wasn't for the increasing number of gazes fixed on Qimu's face and the voices surrounding her starting to get noisy, Qimu felt that she could forget about lunch, carry the basket on her back, and thoroughly admire the Wutong Town once more. Then, she would talk about the Gynostemma again.

"Look, that girl's face …"

"Ah, ugly …"

"He looks like this, and yet he dares to strut around on the streets like that. His heart is also big …"

"Her parents don't care at all. Just look at that lady's dress. She hasn't gotten married yet …"

"Another peasant. Not to mention his clothes, he looks ugly …"

"Her family must be in a tough spot. Seeing her carry that basket on her back and go even faster than her, who knows what she's going to sell …"

Qimu listened to the whispers of the crowd. She looked at them with either sympathy or disdain in her eyes … She no longer cared about distinguishing between the two. With a slight curve of her lips, she quickened her steps and left the encirclement of those people.

Since ancient times, the people had always been the most talkative. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been so many small stories passed down from mouth to mouth. She didn't have the energy or hobbies to personally satisfy these people's gossiping hearts.

On the way, although there were passersby who kept looking in her direction, they didn't intentionally stop because of her presence. Qimu relaxed her expression, but her hand unconsciously stroked the scar on her left cheek, feeling the terrifying roughness of her fingers, snaking from her temple to her cheek like a disgusting centipede.

Qimu smiled wryly as she thought to herself, "This price, the heavens have really calculated it well. Not one minute is too much, not one minute is too little."

She finally understood what Yang Lili was worried about … No one mentioned it at home, so she didn't pay much attention to it. She forgot about the scar a lot. After entering this town, she remembered it the other day due to the attention of others.

Before she came here, Qimu had done her homework. She knew that there were two medical centers in this town: the one at the eastern part of Hundred Herb Hall and the one at the northern part of the town.

When Qimu had first entered the small town, she had followed her will and wandered around randomly, but the direction she was heading towards was more or less controlled. She had been walking eastward the entire time.

Therefore, Qimu decided to go to Hundred Herb Hall first.

"Ai, Aunt, may I ask, do you know where Hundred Herb Hall is? "Is it convenient to point it out to me …"

She wanted to know where exactly Hundred Herb Hall was located to the east of town as the sun was getting brighter and brighter. She also wanted to settle all of these matters earlier, find a place to cool off earlier, and also conveniently ask about some things she wanted to know. The original owner's memories were truly too poor, and there was only a tiny bit of place with Niu Village left.

"Young lady, a hundred …"

The woman was in a hurry with her head down, but when she heard Qimu's crisp and young voice, she raised her head and was about to reply when she saw the centipede-like scar on Qimu's left cheek. She instantly screamed and jumped a few steps away.

"Monster!" What a monster! "That face …"

The passersby around them listened to the commotion and stopped to look at Qimu, discussing what had happened. The frightened look on the woman's face was gradually replaced by a strange sense of pride as she told the passersby in a loud and clear voice, as if she had done something amazing.

Qimu's eyes swept across the scene in front of her quickly. Her eyes were like deep pools of water, and the emotions behind her eyes could not be seen. The corners of her lips were unchanging, she was neither angry nor annoyed.

In this place, no one would care about how she, who stood at the mouth of the wind, felt.

Since she didn't want to pursue the matter, there was no need for her to waste time talking and adding to her worries. She wanted to be able to live for a hundred years and enjoy the beauty of the world.

After experiencing the woman's matter, Qimu no longer asked questions. She was afraid that something bad would happen to her, and if she didn't ask for directions on the road, it would delay her further. While the Wutong Town was flourishing, it wasn't the size of a modern city, so she could slowly make it.

Outside Hundred Herb Hall, Qimu halted her steps. Her gaze was unhurried, and the corners of her lips curled into an unchanging faint smile.

"Brother, I want to sell some herbs. Can I trouble the doctor to take a look?"

Qimu said politely to a young man dressed as a waiter standing by the entrance of Hundred Herb Hall.

"Oh?!"

He raised his eyebrows and casually glanced at her and her basket. Looking at the scar on her face, he did not say anything. As he was at the infirmary, he had seen a lot of broken arms and legs, but Qimu was nothing. In the end, he lazily said with disdain:

"Let me have a look at it." Let me see it.

The shop assistant slandered her in his heart. It was just a cheap herb picked from the mountain. He didn't know if it was the right choice, so he asked for a doctor. This girl had "face".

"Alright."

Qimu agreed and put down the basket. There was no point in talking any further, she had no choice but to lower her head since she was under the eaves. The staff of the hospital had read too many medicinal herbs, so they might recognize her.

The shop assistant held the dried Gynostemma in front of him and carefully measured it for a long time before saying:

"Little girl, are you trying to scare me by pulling up weeds by the side of the road?"

Qimu's face turned cold when she heard this. She didn't care about anything else, but this matter couldn't be wrong. She slightly raised her head and looked straight at the shop assistant.

"You should still invite the doctor over so that you don't mistake the pearl for a fish's eye. Don't you know how many good herbs can save and how many benefits they can bring to Hundred Herb Hall?"

After pausing for a moment, she chuckled and raised her voice. She slanted her gaze towards the shop assistant and slowly said:

"Can a mere assistant like you bear such a responsibility?"

Qimu's words made the assistant sweat profusely and he started to doubt his eyesight. After all, he was just a doctor and was just an assistant. If he couldn't compare to an official doctor, then the boss … When the attendant thought of his boss, his entire body lightly trembled, and he subconsciously said:

"Miss, don't worry. I'll call the doctor over right away."

With that, the shop assistant walked into the store. Qimu looked at the shop assistant's back that was like a cat meeting a cat and smiled. She thought to herself, 'Is his cultivation too shallow? He was scared off by just a few casual words.'