"Three, three million, this, this..."

"Let's build the teaching building to be about 500 square meters. At that time, get some desks and chairs, books, pencils, and other supplies. The school staff all stay at the school, right? Build some bungalows then. If it's not enough, you can contact us again."

"Is this, Mr. Ye, are you serious?" The mayor asked in surprise.

"Huh? Did you think I came here for a vacation? I saw along the way that the teaching building needs to be expanded. In some surrounding villages, there are still many children who can't attend school, right?"

Xiaofan was right. There's only one primary school near these six villages, which can't accommodate all the children. If it's expanded, this problem wouldn't need to be worried about.

"Oh dear, you're truly a great philanthropist. I especially thank you on behalf of the children." Principal Zhang was so excited that he trembled. Someone who could say such things in front of the mayor and secretary surely wasn't joking.

Originally, when he mentioned six hundred thousand, he already thought it was too much. After all, when Xiaofan arrived, the mayor had already notified the principals of each school in advance. Although it's a fund meeting, there were only two people in the fund meeting, and this money is almost as good as coming out of one's own pocket, so everyone tries to bear an equal burden and meet certain conditions. More than that, don't talk about it.

But who knew the other party agreed to donate five times his own amount?

"The signal here isn't very good. When we get to the town later and connect to the internet, we'll transfer the funds to your account, Principal Zhang. Make sure this money is used for the children." Li Kuo said, holding a notebook beside him calmly.

"Certainly, I, Zhang Donghai, swear by my head that if a single cent of this money isn't used for the children's education, may I be struck by lightning and meet a bad end."

"Hey, it's not that serious. By the way, your child seems to be crying and fussing. On and off. Probably sick, right? Can you bring them out for me to take a look?" Xiaofan's hearing was as sharp as ever, and having followed his grandfather in practicing medicine for many years, he could determine the general situation just by the baby's cries.

"Hey? Yes, the child, I don't know if they ate something wrong. They started fussing in the middle of the night last night... Wife, bring the child out for Mr. Ye to have a look."

"The wind is strong outside..."

"Hey, you are really..." Principal Zhang said as he was about to go inside to bring the child.

"Principal, it was presumptuous of me. Let me go in and take a look. I have some methods for treating children's illnesses."

"Alright, Mr. Ye, please, please..."

Once inside, Xiaofan saw the very small baby.

"How old?"

"Just one month old today."

"Oh? Sorry to intrude." Xiaofan gave a light smile, gently pressed the baby, and immediately furrowed his brow. Then he lightly placed his fingers on the child's chest to feel his breathing. It didn't seem too serious, so Xiaofan relaxed his brow.

"Has a fever. Have you seen a doctor?"

"No, no..." Principal Zhang said lightly.

"Did you postpone because I was coming?"

"No, it's not that, don't overthink..."

"Seriously, it's a good thing there's no lung infection. There are many folk methods to reduce fever. For infants, use two or three roots of cilantro, two or three slices of white radish, and one or two slices of ginger, add rock sugar, boil it, and once it's cooled to a warm temperature, let the child drink a bit. After drinking, as long as they sweat, the fever will subside."

"Really? Well, wife..."

"Don't call, you can go yourself. I don't need your hospitality. Here, I'll hold the child for you..."

"Hey, that's, that's very troublesome."

"Go quickly."

"Then, Mayor, Secretary, and Mr. Ye, please sit for a while. I'll go to the field to get some radishes and cilantro..."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

It was apparent that Principal Zhang was very concerned about his child's illness, but today there was such a big event, so it got delayed. He wanted to wait until things were resolved before taking the child to see a doctor.

"The child's running a fever, and he didn't even take a look first."

"Mr. Ye, you can't blame him. Your visit is one thing, but there are few skilled physicians around here. Anyone with some ability has already left. Those who are left are untrained healers, and they might not be at home. Even if you want to go, it takes two hours by bicycle round trip, and he might be afraid of delaying your schedule, so..."

"Hmm. I wasn't being considerate. Mayor, could you gather the children? I'll diagnose them one by one..."

"Diagnose them one by one? Wouldn't that be too tiring?"

"It's fine..."

"Oh my, I never expected that Mr. Ye knows medicine."

"I learned from my grandfather before. It's not very exemplary, but I can treat some minor illnesses."

"Alright, I'll go now."

At this moment, the mayor was just a runner, but he was willing, he was happy. The education department had no one to oversee, no one paid attention, and funds allocated each year, you can't even tell where the money used for the children goes. Now, having someone like this show up to help is truly a joy.

It seems that hearing Xiaofan's words, Principal Zhang's wife also came out from behind the curtain.

"Mr. Ye, give the child to me. You should rest a bit."

"Oh."

From the mayor to the elementary school students, every face was so real and simple. In fact, it's something many people find hard to understand. Why can others easily achieve what they struggle with on the edge?

Just as spoken, more than two hundred elementary students lined up waiting for Xiaofan's diagnosis.

Most results diagnosed showed malnutrition. But everyone was quite sturdy.

"Hmm. Don't eat so many roasted sweet potatoes, they make your farts stink."

"Hahahahaha..."

During the diagnosis, Xiaofan didn't put on any airs at all, blending completely with the kids, and the frequent laughter was the best proof.

In school before, there was always one or two chubby kids in each class. But here, among more than two hundred children, there wasn't a single one with a standard figure. Even more of them were dusty and messy.

This series of heartache wasn't a pleasant feeling for Xiaofan.

He had long told himself, he isn't a savior, it's impossible to save all of Huaxia's impoverished people alone. However, insofar as he can do limited things, he should do more within that limit.

"Mayor, what are you doing?"

"Secretary, come, come, help me take a picture too. Such a beautiful scene, if not documented well, would be a waste."

"But didn't Mr. Ye say that media involvement isn't necessary?"

"Yes, he doesn't need such fame, but our town needs to be grateful. Today's record is so that when these children grow up, they remember that someone once helped them. Even if Mr. Ye doesn't seek repayment, when some of these children succeed in the future, perhaps they'll emulate Mr. Ye, come back here, and give their love to future children."

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