"Grandpa Wang Zan, please take a look at Little Star," Abu said, his voice choked with sobs.
Little Star is his younger brother. After their parents passed away, the two brothers relied on each other for survival. If anything happened to Little Star, how could he face their deceased parents?
Wang Zan gasped heavily a few times before squatting down to check on Little Star's condition.
He knew some medical skills, but he wasn't considered an expert. Upon hearing that Little Star was trampled by a horse, he thought to himself how bad it was—each year, someone from the clan got trampled, often leading to fatality.
Even those who survived often endured lifelong ailments.
The medicine beyond the border is inferior to that inside, and such conditions can't be cured, impacting lifespan.
Poor Little Star, so young...
Sigh.
"Eh?" Wang Zan's face showed surprise.
