The village in front of them had about forty to fifty households, each with at least one or two children under ten years old.
Wen Jingyan looked around and a sudden thought sprouted in his mind.
Why not start a medical academy here and let the village children learn some medical skills?
In this way, he could frequently interact with the Jiang Family and it would be convenient for him to act later.
These days, no matter how he tried to probe or even directly asked if their family had any ancestral secret medicine, Old Mr. Jiang denied it and chuckled, claiming that his ancestors were just farmers, how could they have any secret medicine.
He also secretly observed the expressions and mannerisms of the Jiang Family. They appeared carefree, as if they had no secrets.
If it wasn't for witnessing the medicine on the strand of hair and its magical effect, he would have thought that his junior had misdiagnosed Jiang Erlang's illness.