Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

Fengxuan was not a native of Youxiong, but came from a small tribe far away. He came to Youxiong after his tribe was destroyed. After struggling for several years, he finally bought a house in the city.

He had seen the world and knew that many tribes either treated the deformed as slaves or burned them directly.

The Youxiong Tribe simply let them live on the edge. Although the normal tribesmen hated them very much, they would not kill them directly, and even if they exploited them, they would not go too far.

In fact, if he hadn't been worried about his daughter, how could he have the face to live with such a weak body? He is actually very satisfied with the current situation. Most marginalized people are also satisfied with this.

This is the way the world works.

The reason why adults can tolerate exploitation and discrimination is because of comparison, they have gained "insight", and they themselves are the identifiers, exporters and even disseminators of these "discriminatory concepts", the creators and participants of the formation of discrimination.

The influence of the environment and culture makes them believe that they are guilty and deserve the punishment, but they do not think about the irrationality of it, or they dare not think about it, because those old ideas constitute the basis of their life, logic, and choices. Refuting those old ideas is to deny the meaning of their existence.

So adults will be content with the status quo and more likely to compromise, but young people like Xuan will be dissatisfied...

In the eyes of adults, this is immaturity and lack of gratitude...

"Hmm? How about I come and take a look?"

Yan Fang said to Xuan with a smile and walked towards the girl in the man's arms.

"You are, sir?"

Feng Xuan watched Yan Fang speak and saw that although he was weak and frail, he had no physical deformities and his temperament was extraordinary. He knew that he was a "big shot", at least a big shot for marginalized people like them.

Even if the Xuan family was excluded, it was not something that people like them who had no ability could compare to. He understood this truth even though he had only been excluded for a few years.

"My name is Yan Fang, and I'm Xuan's friend."

Yan Fang said with a smile and squatted down to check on the girl's condition.

"Yan Fang, do you know how to treat it?"

Xuan was also a little curious when he saw this scene.

"I don't know any medical skills, but all she needs is to recover. I can still help her with that."

Yan Fang nodded and did not deny that after last night, he had the ability to heal.

"Wow, brother, you are so handsome, just like, just like..."

Xiaonan was stunned by Yanfang's appearance, his eyes were full of stars, but he was not experienced enough to describe it.

Logically speaking, people here don't like thin people, but Yan Fang himself has proved with facts that a good-looking face can break through the aesthetic standards of the times and age restrictions.

"Like what?"

Yan Fang looked at him and asked with great interest, a smile on his face. Children always speak so honestly.

"Like a flower, but I can't remember what it's called."

Xiao Nan thought about it for a long time but still couldn't remember it, feeling quite disappointed.

“Pfft, is it peach blossom, haha!”

Xuan at the back couldn't help but laugh out loud, because he knew that Yan Fang hated being described as a flower the most.

"Yeah!"

Xiaonan's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously, which made Yan Fang look very upset.

"Come, brother will treat you."

Yan Fang took a piece of silk from a feather on the bird spirit on his shoulder.

"Chirp!"

Que Ling cried out in pain, because that feather was the condensation of her spiritual power and a part of her that she had been nurturing.

He stretched it, took out a bottle from his arms, opened it, and soaked the silk thread in it.

The water in this bottle is a diluted version of the moon dew, which is wrapped by Yan Fang with his own spiritual power, so it can be preserved in a diluted state.

After absorbing the vital energy from the moonlight last night, Yan Fang discovered that a little healing power began to be contained in his and Que Ling's spiritual power.

The healing spiritual power seems to be related to the peach blossom part of Que Ling itself, which is stimulated under the influence of Yuehua, Yuelu, Jiusuihe and some spiritual medicines that Yan Fang had taken before.

Therefore, Yan Fang was confident that he could solve Xiaonan's problem.

The silk thread soaked in moon dew flew into the girl's lips following Yan Fang's guidance, helping to sew them up.

"Hmm, are the doctor's sutures insoluble?"

After completing the stitching, Yan Fang sensed the unknown material originally used for stitching on the girl's lips and found that it was still very intact without any change. He frowned slightly.

"Well, what's the problem with this thread?"

Xuan, who had been watching Yan Fang's delicate operation attentively and seemed a little dazed, asked curiously after hearing what he said.

"It's not a big problem, but it will be difficult to get the thread out afterwards, and the cost will probably be high."

Yan Fang thought about the violent nature of the vitality of this era, and estimated that no one could achieve the same damage-free operation as him without reaching a certain realm. Moreover, there were no practitioners in this tribe, so he could only rely on some secret techniques.

If you don't consider the secondary damage and the unsightly marks, it's probably okay to just force it, and you can make some money that way.

"This black-hearted doctor!"

Xuan got angry again when he heard this. He knew Yan Tuhao's "values". Even if this price was not low for Feng Xuan, the price was at least a drop of moon dew. How could a marginalized family afford such a price?

When Feng Xuan, who was standing by, heard this, his vision almost went dark. He knew that he could never afford the price. He already owed Brother Xuan money for the medicine, so how could he have the nerve to ask for a loan?

The daughter's skin was already pale, and with the black line on her lips, who would dare to marry her? What was the meaning of their lives?

"It's okay, I can still handle this."

Yan Fang looked at their expressions, which were either excited or desperate, shook his head, and looked at the little loli who was staring at him with wide eyes.

Well, the skin is a little too white, which doesn’t match his cuteness.

Yan Fang transmitted a thought to Que Ling.

After receiving the message, the bird tilted its head, absorbed and understood the information, then flew to the girl's lips and put its beak close to them.

The beak opened and bit the silk thread that was exposed on the girl's lips. A pink healing power was transmitted along the silk thread to ensure that it would not cause too much damage. Then the silk thread was pulled out with force and thrown away.

"Chirp!"

Having completed her mission, Que Ling shouted happily and tried to take credit for it. However, she had no idea what a first kiss meant, yet she had already given it her first kiss of her life.

"Yeah, you did a great job."

Yan Fang nodded. As a creature nurtured by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, Que Ling had a better grasp of spiritual energy than him.

Then Yan Fang's hand approached Xiaonan's upper lip, and a faint white light with pink appeared manually, urging the spiritual power of the sparrow feather silk thread, and the power of the moon dew acted according to his thoughts.

In just a few seconds, Yan Fang's hand was withdrawn and the little loli's face returned to its original state.