The Witch Spirit Physician

It was early autumn, and the red sun was about to set.

Sanhe Village was an ordinary little village in southeastern Shandong, with just over two hundred households.

The villagers, who had spent the day working in the fields, were gradually returning home. The aroma of home-cooked meals drifted from every doorway.

On the western edge of the village stood a farmhouse with three earthen rooms and a small courtyard. Beneath the grape trellis, two people, one old and one young, sat around a little wooden table.