The mask.

40.

This is where Ponco is now, he is found unconscious by someone and taken to the village where the person who found him lived. Ponco was treated by a retired doctor and devoted himself to helping the villagers here. The old man with no children and also his wife, the wife has gone first and they do not have any children.

Bondan, the name of the only doctor who lived in the village looked on pity at the man lying unconscious in his bed. "Unfortunately this young man, his face burned quite badly. Not to mention the other injuries that were strewn all over his body, it was still a good thing that he was able to stay and be helped," the old doctor sighed softly.

"Luckily our village has you, doc!" praise one of the people who helped the doctor, of course voluntarily. The villagers took turns to help the old doctor, in addition to helping collect herbs, they also helped treat patients if anyone was sick.

The doctor smiled a little. "This is my wife's village, where else can I go other than here?!" the doctor replied, the old man's eyes staring far away, as if reminiscing about the past.

"And therefore we are more grateful, doc!" timpal spoke to the doctor.

"Just call me Kek Bondan. The call 'Doctor' is too heavy for me right now."

"He-he, sorry Kek Bondan, I like khilaf, my mouth always calls the doctor first so," the man replied grimily.

The old man nodded. "Now you can go back to your house, thank you for helping this old man take care of the young man" he said, glancing at Ponco with his tail.

"Shouldn't I go with you, Cake? I'm afraid grandpa why-not we don't know he's a good guy or a bad guy yet?!" he said he was suspicious of the identity of the person they were helping.

"Please scream if there's anything, Grandma. We'll be here soon as we hear grandpa's scream?!" Grandpa Bondan nodded in agreement, finally the man left.

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Bondan's grandfather decides to make a drug while waiting for the person he helped. His old hand that is wrinkled, slowly eroding the leaves that have been sorted. Since their village was far from the city, medicine was too difficult to obtain. Help comes quite often, but it is not in accordance with the number of people here. Hence Grandpa Bondan chose to make herbal medicine from the grass and leaves that they all collected.

Ponco meandered in pain, Grandpa Bondan approached, wanting to make sure what man he helped was aware or not. Grandpa Bondan sighed softly, apparently the man was not yet awake. Seeing Poncho's lips dry, Bondan also dripped a few drops of water. The old grandfather thought maybe that was what made this person in front of him just now.

After making sure the man in front of him was calm and did not grimace in pain even though he had not yet regained consciousness, the grandfather resumed his pending work. When the night was too late, the grandfather rested.

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