A girl about ten years old was lying on the sickbed.
Her head was unusually large, while her limbs were excessively thin, as if most of the body weight was concentrated in that heavy head.
The disproportionate body made her look peculiar.
At this moment, the little girl had her eyes wide open, curiously watching the busy figure in front of the sickbed, her eyeballs rolling around.
"Grandpa Cui."
She asked curiously:
"Can this really cure my illness?"
Since she could remember, all kinds of people have come to diagnose and treat her, using various instruments and medications alternately.
But,
it was the first time she saw someone setting up tables and ringing bells.
"It should help." Grandpa Cui nodded, stepped forward and touched her bald head, showing a bit of affection in his eyes:
"At least it can make you feel more comfortable."
"Hmm!"
The little girl nodded heavily:
"Thank you, Grandpa Cui."
"Such a good girl." Grandpa Cui sighed lightly:
