"If you were any good, you would've cured our second daughter-in-law's problem long ago. Would I still need to go searching for remedies elsewhere?" Raina snapped impatiently. Byron Thorne was speechless, a sheepish look on his face.
As a barefoot doctor, he'd never formally studied medicine. Sure, he'd trained at the health clinic for a few days, but that only qualified him to treat colds, coughs, and bandage wounds. If he could cure a condition as complex as infertility, would he still be stuck on Millstone Peak as a barefoot doctor?
'Hmph, I'd have a post at the town hospital by now. I might even have taken a shot at the county hospital!'
Byron Thorne didn't think much of it. It was just roots and bark from the mountain; it's not like they would kill anyone. He decided to just let the old woman do as she pleased. Otherwise, if she couldn't vent her pent-up frustration, she'd only take it out on him, which was an incredible pain.
