Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 115

"When you go back, remember to take the amount written on the paper. You should feel better in no time." A slightly immature female voice echoed in a room filled with the smell of medicine. In addition to him, there was a middle-aged man here. Uncle.

"Oh, thank you so much." He smiled and put a wooden box and a piece of paper on the table into his pocket: "Liya has really grown up and can treat others."

"This is not medical treatment at all. It's just about getting some medicine based on the symptoms." She scratched her face in embarrassment: "This will save everyone a little trouble and help a little bit."

"Haha, you are so humble." He turned around with a smile and slowly left, waving goodbye: "Then when you go to my place to play, I will cook you a fish soup."

"I will." The one named Liya bowed slightly and watched him leave.

After the door closed, she took a long breath, looking like she was relieved.

"Okay." She patted her face, as if massaging the muscles on her face: "This time I finished it well."

Liya pulled up the chair, stretched out and then slowly did it, slumped on the table and blinked, then slapped herself on the forehead: "Now is not the time to be lazy, in order not to cause trouble to everyone. , I have to work harder.”

As he spoke, he got up from the chair, hummed a song, and put away the messy things one by one, then took out the broom and iron basket and started cleaning.

Only when she stood up did she notice how young this girl was. Whether she was thirteen or not was up for debate. Her tender cheeks are definitely not comparable to those of elves, but they are still rare among humans.

Liya was wearing a doctor's white coat, and every inch of skin under the white coat was tightly covered with loose clothes. For example, places like the hands and neck are covered with gaiters and gloves, leaving no trace except for the face.

There was nothing on that face. She wore a pair of big round glasses, and a long piece of paper tape was pasted on the nose pressed by the eyes, from the ear through this point to the other side, as if Deliberately hiding something.

It was very difficult for her small body to hold the broom, but she was still able to clean a rather large room.

This room seems to be a hospital, but it doesn't seem to be. After all, the hospital can't have only three beds, nor can there be so many medicinal herbs placed here.

And the light here is not bright. There are only a few fires to illuminate the place. As for the fact that there are no windows, maybe it is because it is too cold outside. Binglin has arrived, and the weather here is getting worse every day. Even for people like Liya, Bundled up children also need a few extra layers of warm clothing.

After she finished her work, she returned to the chair. After being dazed for a few seconds, she hugged a rag doll on the table next to her that didn't seem to be here, and then picked up a huge white book. I opened it on the table, filled some oil in the oil lamp next to it, and flipped through the pages.

That rag doll shouldn't be here, it should be in the dump.

It was a thing sewn together with rags. Maybe it was once a cute and lovable good toy, but someone cut it with a knife and then repaired it with needle and thread.

It looks so scary and disgusting when it's patched up. I'll probably have nightmares if I see it at night.

But the little girl didn't care about its ugly appearance. She hugged it tightly and didn't want to let go even when turning the book.

The room suddenly became quiet, the aroma of herbs intertwined with each other, and the only sound left in the air was the sound of turning books.

Liya didn't show any impatience at all. She sat alone in such a big room, not feeling bored or scared at all.

Fortunately, this didn't last long, because a steady sound of footsteps alerted Liya who was reading a book.

She closed the book, put it on the shelf, and jumped out of her chair. Putting the doll on the table, he jumped to the door and stood there, as if to welcome someone.

The wooden door opened slightly, and a man in a large gray robe slowly walked in carrying a box.

"Welcome back." Liya bowed slightly and kissed him.