This was Shen Xingmian's first time experiencing something like this, and she had been secretly holding her breath the whole time. Now that she saw that the effect was good, she suddenly relaxed and slumped down on her bottom.

She patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Alright, don't move this foot too much. The wound will take many days to heal, depending on the situation. I'll let you know when I can walk again. We'll treat the other foot tomorrow; it's too exhausting, I need to rest."

She doesn't actually need to rest; she can definitely keep going in one go. It's just that her healing ability is gone, and she won't be fully recovered until at least tomorrow.

Her wood-based superpower was barely enough to stop the bleeding.

Shen Xingmian untied the water pouch from his waist and took a big gulp to help himself calm down more quickly and regain his composure.

I can't help it, I was a little too nervous just now.

After finishing her drink, she wiped the water from her lips, smiled brightly, and said to Shen Zhiheng, "Grandpa, let's give the young prince some water too. He must be very nervous. Let's all relax."

At this moment, Xiao Yanyue looked like a doll whose energy had been depleted, her whole body somewhat dazed.

Shen Xingmian thought she had frightened him or he was in too much pain, so she touched his face with some pity and sighed inwardly. What a pitiful little porcelain doll he is, so lovable.

Xiao Yanyue's blank expression wasn't because she was in pain, but precisely because she wasn't.

He knew all too well what a ruptured Achilles tendon meant. The menacing, grinning faces of those people with knives still occasionally flashed before his eyes, becoming a nightmare that kept him awake at night.

He felt he would never forget the pain he felt at that time.

So when Shen Xingmian said he would help him get treatment, he felt joy and anticipation, but deep down he also felt an overwhelming fear.

That kind of shadow can truly instill fear in people.

His view was blocked, so he couldn't see what Shen Xingmian was doing and could only guess. Even though he was chatting with General Shen, he couldn't help but focus on his ankle and feel it carefully.

In this situation, he was absolutely certain that his perception was accurate, yet he felt no pain at all.

This is very wrong.

He knew about the existence of Mafeisan (麻沸散), but the medicine was very slow to take effect. By the time Shen Xingmian said it was over, Mafeisan probably still hadn't worked.

What method did she use to heal herself so quickly without causing herself pain?

Xiao Yanyue was greatly shocked, but she did not intend to investigate further, as it must involve the biggest secret of Shen Xingmian, a somewhat mysterious person.

He couldn't have received so much help and then repay it with ingratitude.

Let's leave this curiosity here.

Xiao Yanyue quickly regained his composure, looked directly at Shen Xingmian, and solemnly thanked her. Because of his shock, he had forgotten to mention the promise he had made in his heart earlier, the promise that he would take responsibility for her.

If he told Shen Xingmian, she would be so shocked that she would give him a good whack on the head to see what was going on in his nine-year-old head.

Shen Xingmian climbed out of the carriage, laid out a straw mat, lay back on it, and watched the clouds drift by, enjoying this rare moment of relaxation and comfort.

In another day, Xiao Yanyue's foot will have initially resolved the most difficult problem, and it will recover naturally with proper care.

If the recovery isn't good enough, she can use her powers to adjust it again.

It seems that it's also necessary to properly cultivate healing abilities. Even if something goes wrong with her space, she can still support herself with her superb medical skills.

hey-hey.

Before long, the people who had gone out to find food slowly returned, some with joy on their faces, and others with great disappointment.

Shen Xingmian didn't have high expectations for her family. Anyway, there was enough food on the donkey cart, and she would secretly add some every day to ensure that the supplies were sufficient until the day she left.

Just as she was about to close her eyes to rest, she heard her mother's voice coming from afar: "Daughter, look what good things your mother brought back for you!"

Not only did she hear this shout, but all the other prisoners also heard it. They all looked up and saw Shen Yunting carrying a huge wild goat, hurrying back.

The four people following behind him all had happy expressions on their faces.

They were all originally people who were relatively reserved, but at this moment, the joy of their achievement was evident on everyone's face.

Shen Xingmian jumped up quickly and ran towards her mother, exclaiming in surprise, "Wow, how did you catch such a big sheep? That's amazing!"

Seeing his beloved daughter's enthusiastic support, Shen Yunting felt even more proud, even more so than when he defeated a large group of bandits.

She straightened her chest, but her tone was deliberately modest: "No, no, it's just so-so, thanks to everyone's help."

Aunt, cousin, and Liu Yunxuan all shook their heads, indicating that they hadn't really helped much and that it was all thanks to Shen Yunting.

However, there's no need to be so particular about the division of labor among family members. Since Mom is willing to share the credit, then of course everyone gets a share. We'll all eat together anyway, so as long as we're happy.

The most gratifying thing is that they no longer need to share this sheep with the officials!

Previously, Shen Xingmian had sought out hunting opportunities through connections, but now things are different; now, government officials are requiring them to earn their own living.

Then the prey has nothing to do with them.

This is even more exciting than catching a wild goat.

To make it easier for the men to go hunting, all their shackles were replaced with handcuffs, greatly increasing the freedom of their hands.

Last time, the task of slaughtering the wild boar was only accomplished by having the officials unlock the lock for the older brother they had hired. Now, that's unnecessary; Uncle Steward, along with two nimble guards, carried the sheep to the riverbank.

Shen Xingmian followed, taking out a small but very sharp scalpel. If the officials found it out, they would definitely come looking for trouble.

Moreover, her current level of metal-based superpowers is more than enough to repair the blade of this small knife; however, it wouldn't be sufficient for larger ones.

Those who could serve as guards in their household were all veterans of battle and had killed people; killing a sheep was naturally no problem for them.

With a swift stroke, the sheep's blood gushed into the earthenware jar that Mu Zhizhi had prepared beforehand, filling the jar to the brim.

While Lin, the guard, was skinning and butchering the sheep, Mu Zhizhi quickly filtered the sheep's blood with a cotton cloth, added some water, and then added an appropriate amount of oil, salt, spices, and wild scallions. After stirring it well, she put it in a pot to steam.

This mutton blood soup only needs to be steamed for a short while. Once cooked, it is both delicious and nutritious. Her husband spends a lot of time at the border and loves to eat this, so she learned how to make it.

I never expected to find such delicious food on this road to exile.