Chapter 912

"Grandpa Yao, I will become a very, very good doctor. Wait for me. One day, I will find you." Zhu Yanyi suddenly shouted toward the sea.

Yan Aohan was startled by Zhu Yanyi’s sudden outburst, but then he smiled. It was a smile of deep satisfaction. He knew that Zhu Yanyi’s true destiny had only now truly begun.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the sky and smiled again. Some trajectories were finally returning to the right path.

The next morning, after Zhu Yanyi handed over patients like Chun Yao to Qu Zhong and the others for care, she prepared to go to the village with Yan Aohan, led by Luke. When Colin heard about this, he came over. "Miss Zhu, are you going to that village?"

Zhu Yanyi nodded slightly, her expression unchanged. "I am my master’s youngest disciple, but I have learned the most comprehensively. My master went in the opposite direction to find herbs, which proves she already knew what the illness was. Now that my master is missing, I plan to go there myself to see exactly what the disease is. Perhaps I can uncover the mystery and find a suitable treatment method." She paused for a moment. "Mr. Colin, is there something you need from me?"

"No, no." Colin hurriedly waved her hands. If Zhu Yanyi could find the cause of the illness and resolve these patients' conditions, she could return to her country sooner. "Then I wish you a smooth journey and hope you successfully find the cause of the illness to relieve the patients' suffering."

"I will do my best." Zhu Yanyi smiled. In truth, no matter what the illness was, treating it was very simple for Zhu Yanyi. A cup of Medicine Spring water would solve it. However, she would not use the Medicine Spring, nor was it appropriate to use it in front of so many people.

The distance from their resting place to the village was short; it took only about twenty-five minutes on foot.

Although there were not many households here, each home was located very close to the others. This was likely because they lived in the same place and shared similar experiences, so they cherished their neighborhood relationships even more.

"So, the villagers here actually have good relationships with each other," Zhu Yanyi said, having gathered some information from Luke.

Luke nodded, a hint of honesty appearing on his dark face, though his eyes seemed to shine a bit brighter. "Isn't that right? Except for not being able to stay outside for long periods, the relationships here are quite good."

Zhu Yanyi nodded slightly, indicating she understood. Upon arriving, Luke went to find the village chief. The chief was a middle-aged man. She knew about Old Man Yao and was aware that Old Man Yao had gone missing while gathering herbs. Hearing that Old Man Yao’s disciple had come, she felt both sad and happy—sad about Old Man Yao’s disappearance, but happy that the villagers still had a glimmer of hope.

The village chief hurried over. Zhu Yanyi was surprised to discover that the chief had yellow skin and black eyes. She expressed her astonishment. "I didn't expect the village chief to look similar to us Chinese. I thought she would look more like Westerners."

The village chief was not annoyed by Zhu Yanyi’s words. Instead, she laughed heartily. "Because my ancestors' ancestors originated from China. However, due to war, they left China and drifted until they arrived here. I am still quite close to our ancestors' appearance. Many in the village have changed quite a bit; most have mixed blood now."

Zhu Yanyi nodded slightly, showing her understanding. This island was closer to some Western countries, so marriage partners were not necessarily of pure Eastern descent; they could also be Westerners. After several generations, the bloodline naturally mixed. The chance of someone appearing with purely Eastern features, skin tone, and hair color was not high.