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As the words of the Old Woman echoed in his mind, a vision of Bai Mei Lao Zhe, with her youthful appearance and crane-like features, surfaced in Shao's thoughts. He couldn't help but wish to see the immortal with his own eyes. Yet, as he recalled the reality of his own blindness, a deep sigh escaped him. He understood that this wish might never be fulfilled. Even if the immortal were within arm's reach, for someone who was born blind like him, it would still be as if he were invisible.
At that moment, a thin man burst in, panting heavily. "Sister-in-law, great news!"
The Old Woman looked up, curious. "What good news?"
Leaning against the doorpost to catch his breath, the Slim Man eagerly replied, "The immortal is willing to help us heal our ailments! Sister-in-law, you should take Xiao Tong and give it a try. The Ordinary Doctor is powerless; with the immortal's intervention, there will surely be no problem!"
The Old Woman's eyes widened as she hurried forward, gripping the man's shoulder tightly and shaking him as she asked, "Are you serious?"
He nodded earnestly. "Sister-in-law, I wouldn't joke about something like this! It's true! I’ll notify Brother Jiu; you take Xiao Tong to see the immortal right away. The immortal is currently at Tong Master’s house."
With that, the man quickly turned and rushed out to inform the other villagers without looking back. Watching his distant figure disappear, the Old Woman's fingers trembled slightly as she turned to Shao Zhao Tong and softly said, "Child, there’s hope for your illness now. Once you can see everything clearly, we must find a way to repay the immortal's great kindness."
Zhao Tong nodded firmly, hope igniting within him. Could it really be possible for him to be cured? If his eyesight were restored, he would definitely want to see what the immortal looked like!
Meanwhile, in Zhao Jia Village, in front of another humble dwelling, a man unable to walk on his knees was sitting and weaving straw sandals. His name was Zhao Chen.
Before the seventh day, Zhao Chen lost both his legs while trying to fend off the Mountain Bandits descending from the mountains. Logically, one would expect someone who has lost their legs to fall into despair. However, he continued to lead a vibrant life, relying on his skilled hands. Within a ten-mile radius, whenever Zhao Chen's name was mentioned, people would give a thumbs up in praise.
At that moment, hurried footsteps echoed outside the courtyard. A tall figure rushed up to Zhao Chen and said urgently, "Zhao Chen, put down your straw sandals and come with me!"
Hearing this, Zhao Chen immediately dropped what he was doing without hesitation. He grabbed his cane and supported himself as he rushed out. "The Mountain Bandits have attacked again? Hurry, take me there!"
The tall man paused for a moment before quickly correcting himself. "It's not like that; the Mountain Bandits haven't attacked. I just heard that an immortal is here healing people, so I rushed over to tell you."
"An immortal is healing us?" Zhao Chen asked in confusion.
The man nodded emphatically. "Yes! The immortal not only healed Tong Master but also promised to treat all the villagers of Zhao Jia Village."
Zhao Chen paused, looking down at his empty pant legs. "Can someone like me really be healed by an immortal?"
The man gently patted Zhao Chen's shoulder. "Of course! This is a true immortal, bringing miraculous healing unlike those frauds from before. And the immortal is at Tong Master's house, which isn't far."
"Whether it works or not, I should at least take a look. If a miracle happens, who knows? I hope one day I can farm alongside you again," Zhao Chen said thoughtfully before nodding in agreement. "Alright, I'll go right now."
Thus, Zhao Chen followed the Tall and Slim Man step by step, using his cane as they made their way toward Tong Shi's house.
As more villagers rushed to Tong's home from all directions, it became exceptionally crowded around Tong Master's house and the nearby training area. Thanks to Zhao An's efforts, he organized everyone to line up orderly while waiting.
Whenever someone was healed, new patients were guided in. Yun Xiao Yi's method of treatment was remarkably simple; all it required was for patients to drink milk. If there wasn't enough milk in the barrel, he would immediately pour in more to replenish it.
It was said that one liter of milk could heal one patient, and a barrel could provide over a thousand liters—enough for everyone in the village to receive treatment.
"Next!"
The burly Zhao Yun stood at the doorway, acting as a guide. The recently healed villagers exited in an orderly fashion, and soon after, an elderly woman slowly entered the room, supporting a young boy.
"Master, this is my son, Zhao Tong," she introduced.
Upon seeing the blind boy before her, Yun Xiao Yi displayed a hint of interest. Previously, she had mostly treated common ailments, with results that were remarkably evident. After just two large bowls of milk, regardless of the severity of the illness, the effects were immediate.
However, this was her first attempt at treating blindness, and she was uncertain whether the same results would apply.
"Come and drink some milk," Yun Xiao Yi said.
"Thank you for your great kindness, Master," the old woman replied gratefully, clasping her hands in thanks. She then took the milk from Zhao Li's hands and handed it to the boy.
Zhao Tong eagerly accepted the milk and drank it down without hesitation.
After swallowing the milk, he immediately covered his eyes in astonishment and exclaimed, "Mom, my eyes feel a bit tingly!"
The old woman looked at Yun Xiao Yi with a puzzled expression. Yun Xiao Yi remained silent but nodded slightly, indicating that he should drink another bowl.
A large ceramic bowl held about five milliliters; typically, two bowls were needed for a complete recovery. For minor ailments, however, one bowl would suffice.
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