Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback! novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Selling a Kidney to Repay Debt

Jiang Yan looked at Zhao Lang with suspicion, eyeing the dark substance in his hands.

“Will this stuff really work? It’s not going to make my face fester, is it?”

Zhao Lang smiled, “Do I look like that kind of villain to you?”

Jiang Yan didn’t respond but continued to evaluate him with narrowed, romantic eyes.

He always felt this guy was up to no good.

Jiang Li too showed some interest in the ointment in his hands.

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“May I have a look?”

“Sure.”

Zhao Lang handed over the ointment to her very promptly.

Jiang Li took the jar, smelled it a few times near her nose, then picked a little bit to carefully apply on her wrist.

“This ointment is safe to use; it won’t make your face fester,” Jiang Li said. “It contains herbs like Angelica dahurica, Gui Shen, and blood loss remedies, all of which are good for reducing swelling, promoting blood circulation, and stopping bleeding. They will be helpful for your wound.”

The look on Jiang Yan’s face became even more incredulous.

“What was that? Since when have you known so much about herbs?” fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

[Is Jiang Li this amazing? She can tell what the herbs are just by smelling them? She’s not bluffing, is she?]

[I just looked up the things she mentioned, and indeed, they all aid in stopping bleeding and dispersing bruises.]

[Ah, Sister Li is like an encyclopedia, I admire her even more now!]

Zhao Lang standing aside also showed a look of surprise, “That’s impressive, how can you tell what herbs are in there just by smelling?”

Jiang Li’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her great uncle in ancient times had been a royal physician, who liked to play with herbs when he had nothing else to do.

Having observed him for a long time, she had naturally acquired this skill.

Besides, the Taoist and medical families shared the same roots, and as someone proficient in mysticism, she naturally knew a bit about medicine.

“I’ve been reading about this subject lately,” Jiang Li considered for a moment and found herself a good excuse. “I’ve also specifically consulted experts in this field. Over time, I’ve learned to recognize some common Chinese herbs.”

“You are very impressive,” Zhao Lang praised generously.

Relieved, Jiang Yan grabbed the ointment and scooped out a large amount to apply on his chin.

The ointment might look unremarkable, but when applied to the wound, it felt cool and refreshing, and even smelled nice, instantly easing the intense burning sensation he had felt before.

Jiang Yan clicked his tongue in appreciation, “Brother Daniu, this ointment of yours is really effective. I’m keeping this jar. Once I finish this damned show and get my phone back, I’ll transfer you the money; consider it bought.”

Zhao Lang smiled, “If Young Master Jiang intends to buy, I fear it won’t just be this jar of ointment.”

Jiang Yan, “What do you mean?”

Zhao Lang put his fist to his lips and gave a slight cough, “Those cows you startled before were hired by the villagers for me to tend. I counted them—there were thirty-four before, now only twenty-eight.”

“Then there are those poplar trees that were broken by the cows; I had just planted them last week, planning to sell them next year to make money to build a new house for Daddy.”

“As for the vermilion robe you’re wearing…” Zhao Lang’s gaze moved to the clothes thrown beside the well, now too dirty to discern the color, “I was planning to wear that for the upcoming Daton Festival in the village. That robe was sewn stitch by stitch by the embroidery lady. Daddy had to sell a year’s worth of wheat just to buy that one piece.”

Jiang Yan, “……”