A funeral was being held in Donggan Village.
The deceased was a man in the prime of his life.
Although the intelligence report had prepared him,
he still felt a sense of apprehension.
'Am I too late?'
'Can he still be saved?'
He walked over and used a translator to ask a weeping woman about the situation.
Seeing the sudden appearance of a face from Dragon Country, some of the villagers looked up.
"Excuse me," Li Xu asked politely, "how did this man pass away?"
The woman, who wore a headscarf, was too consumed by her grief to answer.
At that moment,
an old, bearded man stepped out from the crowd.
"I am the village's Ye Mushen."p>He sized up Li Xu. "What can I do for you?"
Ye Mushen was another name for a herb doctor.
"Hello, Ye Mushen," Li Xu said. "I'm a doctor as well. I see that someone has passed away. May I ask you a few questions?"
"Of course."
Ye Mushen nodded.
Li Xu stepped forward, looked at the man lying on the ground, and asked his first question:
