102: Mother

Samode opened the room's door and walked inside.

"Is that our believer? Ah, Samode, was someone following you today?" the doctor in the room asked.

"Yes, Elder Neil. This is little brother Ning. He will be under my wing today so I can teach him to be an attendant," Samode said.

"Good morning, Elder Neil," Ning greeted respectfully.

Elder Neil nodded and asked, "Is this your first time seeing a doctor?"

"Uh... no. I came here a few months ago to get medicine for my Wu Er, and First Elder helped me back then," Ning said.

"Oh, so you've seen a doctor perform surgery before? I was just waiting to impress you, tsk tsk," Elder Neil said, clicking his tongue.

"Hahaha, Elder Neil, your plan has been washed away," Samode said with a laugh.

Ning didn't understand what was so funny, but seeing the two of them laughing made him want to laugh too.

"Hmm..." Samode suddenly stopped laughing and took out a piece of paper to look at it; it was covered in worm-like scribbles. "Huh? What language is this? How could I not know it?" Ning felt very surprised.

Technically, he should know all the languages and alphabets in the world, but he couldn't understand what those twisted lines were saying.

'Maybe this isn't a language?' Ning wondered.

"Come, brother Ning, a patient has arrived," Samode said, dragging Ning all the way to the registration hall.

'Compared to the rest of this place, this area is too small,' Ning thought.

"Brother Samode, come here," the person at the registration desk called out.

In the corridor was an elderly mother holding a 2-year-old child in her arms.

"What's wrong?" Samode asked.

"Her child fell down the stairs, it seems like he broke his right leg," the man said.

Samode nodded and said, "Miss, come with us." The woman hurriedly followed Samode inside.

Ning walked behind her, fully seeing the mother's anxiety, which made him feel a bit sad.

'Did my mother worry about me like this when I was little?' he wondered.

Ever since that accident made his life plummet, he had never thought about his parents, except when he occasionally felt lonely.

Earlier on, he would have felt angry and betrayed because his parents left him alone. He would even curse them for abandoning him. But as he grew older and understood more about the world, he only felt sad about his parents' early passing and started to stop thinking about them.

However, seeing the mother's worry... it all came rushing back. 'My parents might have loved me just as much, or even more,' he thought.

"If only I could see them again... See them again?" His eyes widened.

"System, can I get my parents back? Can I get them back? Please, promise me, please, can I get them back?" he asked.

<You can rebuild bodies, rebuild memories, but you cannot rebuild the soul of a life that has already died.>

<The soul is a form of energy, therefore you cannot create it.>

Tears streamed down his eyes. He had been expecting the same answer, but he still had some hope; in the end, it was all for nothing.

He quickly wiped away his tears and saw that the mother was also crying. She was crying too. Of course she was crying. Her child was injured; if a mother didn't cry, then who would?

Ning almost asked the System to help her son, but stopped himself. He thought, 'No, I need to ensure that everything I have done over the past 30 days was not in vain.'

They finally arrived at Elder Neil's room and walked inside. Neil watched the group walk in and asked, "What is it, Samode?"

"Her son broke his leg," Samode said while taking the child from the mother's arms and bringing him to the Elder. The child was unconscious from the pain.

Elder Neil first woke the child up. The child woke up and started crying again, but the Elder ignored him and instead began feeling his leg, trying to find the location of the fracture.

He used the child's crying as an indicator of whether he was in the right area. Ning watched all of this happen from afar, thinking to himself.

"Judging by the child's cries, the fibula is fractured. To heal it, we need to make a paste using buffalo horn powder, silver eagle feathers, wild rose hips, emerald ginger, weeping fruit seeds, and gourd water, then apply it to the fracture site and bandage it."

"Samode, get me a clean slate," Elder Neil said. Samode walked to the drawer by the wall, took out a clean wooden board, and placed it in front of the Elder.

Then, Elder Neil began taking items out of his storage bag: buffalo horn, silver eagle feathers, wild roses, emerald green ginger, weeping fruit seeds, and an inverted gourd.

He cut off a piece of the horn and turned it into powder. He put the feathers, berries, ginger, and seeds in as they were. Then, he opened the inverted gourd and poured a little water from inside.

He began to crush them all with a small stone until they completely merged together into a smooth paste. Then, he applied the paste onto the boy's lower leg and took out two sticks, placing them on the boy's legs.

Subsequently, he took out a clean bandage and wrapped the boy's leg until it was completely covered. Only then did Elder Neil stop staring at the boy and let out a breath. "He is fine now," he reassured the boy's mother.

"Thank you so much!" the mother began to cry.

Ning, however, paid no attention to this; he could only think of one thing now.

'I was right.'