The villagers were all anxious, but they were polite while queuing, and no one argued or cut in line.
Yang Cheng felt that these villagers were honest and kind, unlike many people in today's society who carry hostility and can start a fight at the drop of a hat.
Looking at these innocent smiling faces, his mood brightened, and he felt a great sense of accomplishment.
"That elder sister spoke to me first, so you should come for treatment first."
Yang Cheng raised his hand and pointed to the middle-aged woman who had spoken earlier.
The woman looked delighted but a bit embarrassed, saying, "It's not me who is sick, it's my husband. But he has difficulty walking, can you come to my house?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yun Chan pointed to several young men, "You guys, go to Ms. Hong's house, bring him here for treatment, and everyone else should go home and bring the patients here. The Little Divine Doctor can't visit each house."
"Alright!"
The young men agreed and ran off.
