I lost my sight when I was very young.
But this is not a big problem for me. I have good hearing and smell, and I am far away from human settlements. I live in a small valley, farming and spinning, and I am self-sufficient. I am quite content.
But for some reason, after I became an adult, there were always some weird people who got seriously injured and fled to my pure place, and fell in front of my door.
In order to prevent their corpses from contaminating my clean water source and land, I had to help them heal their injuries so that they could walk out on their own. After all, I am just a weak pharmacist. If they died here, I would not have the strength to move the corpses out.
After a long time, I don't know who spread the word about me. After that, people who were seriously injured and ended up living with me would respectfully call me "Mr. Medicine Master".
False fame means nothing to me, I just hope that fewer people will come to me and let me have a rest.
Intention: Be happy and happy
