Tang Yue handed the basket in her hand to Lu Zhanheng, but Lu Zhanheng didn't want to accept it.

Tang Yue looked at Qian Ming lying on the wooden bed and said, "You need to replenish your energy."

Lu Zhanheng's throat tightened; the conditions here were terrible. He had fought on the battlefield before, and his body was already well-trained. Although he hadn't experienced high-intensity combat in recent years, his physical foundation was still intact. He could still hold on for a while.

But Qian Ming was different. He was a surgeon who spent most of his time on the operating table, and his body was already severely depleted. He hadn't had time to rest and recuperate after arriving here.

Adding to his woes, he had been whipped and smashed with wooden sticks and stones by many people today, and Qian Ming had developed a high fever.

If he doesn't get any proper food right now, Lu Zhanheng is really afraid he won't make it through.

"Thank you, little girl, but this place isn't suitable for you. You should go back now."

After thinking for a moment, he asked again, "It's getting dark, are you brave enough to walk by yourself?"

Tang Yue walked to the bedside and reached out to feel Qian Ming's pulse. He was extremely weak, and the beating he had received earlier that day had left him feeling frustrated, which caused his outburst.

Do you have any medicine?

Lu Zhanheng gave a wry smile. Forget about medicine, even the simplest thing like survival was a problem for them.

Tang Yue understood immediately. It was still quite a walk home, but this side of the road was close to the mountains, and Tang Yue had seen the herbs that could treat Qian Ming here before. She went out.

Lu Zhanheng didn't know what was wrong with the little girl, but he was worried about letting her go home alone, so he decided to secretly follow her.

Lu Zhanheng had only taken a few steps when he realized something was wrong. Why was this little girl walking uphill?

He quickly took a few steps to block Tang Yue's path, saying, "Little girl, you're going the wrong way. This is the way up the mountain."

Tang Yue smiled and said, "Uncle Lu, I really want to go up the mountain."

Lu Zhanheng thought he had misheard. "Little girl, it's dangerous on the mountain at night. You can't go."

Tang Yue didn't argue, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Qian has a fever, I'm going to find him some herbs."

Lu Zhanheng looked at Tang Yue incredulously, "You can treat illnesses?"

A flicker of joy crossed his mind, but it really wasn't safe at night. He couldn't just take this little girl up the mountain for Lao Qian's sake; he felt uneasy.

“Little girl, it’s dangerous on the mountain at night. Your Uncle Qian is alright, you should go home quickly.”

Tang Yue didn't waste time with Lu Zhanheng. Instead, she turned around from his side and walked uphill. After a few steps, she saw several brambles and a few saposhnikovia plants not far away. Tang Yue squatted down and pulled them up. In no time, she had gathered all the herbs needed for the treatment.

Lu Zhanheng followed behind her, quite amazed to see the little girl working so diligently. And wasn't it dark now? This girl was working as if it were broad daylight, not slowing her down at all.

She straightened up and said, "Uncle Lu, everything's ready. You can go back now."

After instructing Lu Zhanheng on how to prepare the medicine, Tang Yue went to check on Qian Ming. Qian Ming's fever had worsened, and Tang Yue felt his body was too weak. She secretly channeled a little spiritual energy into him before returning home.

She hasn't even seen what's going on in her head yet.

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