"The person is on that ship." The medicinal bee on the guard's fingertip spun in place before finally retracting its wings.

The guard in black took out a piece of medicinal honey and placed it in his palm. The medicinal bee stuck it to the honey and gnawed on the saccharin to replenish its strength.

Looking at the boats on the river, Su Jiaoniang's gaze fell on the Buddha statue.

"Don't worry, the Black-Clad Guards will follow." Fu Tu said, pursing his lips. The bait must have value, otherwise Song Qian would have lived for nothing all these days.

Su Jiaoniang nodded; at this moment, she could only feel at ease.

Even if she could swim, she couldn't cross a river.

The rest can only be left to the Black-Clad Guards.

Su Jiaoniang returned to Doctor Liu's courtyard.

Su Tong and the medicine boy had woken up by now, but Su Tong was still a little dizzy.

Dr. Liu sighed deeply: "Such a good patient, gone. The stent hadn't even been removed yet. I wonder if Song Qian's leg has recovered!"

"Don't be sad, there will always be a chance." Su Tong looked up at Doctor Liu.

With a serious face, the child spoke honestly: "If all else fails, try using the latest purified anesthetic on me and see if it can fix my leg."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Doctor Liu glared at Su Tongyi.

Can I just try this out?

Those who sell poppies and seek profit are truly elusive. Couldn't they wait until Song Qian is cured before taking him away?

Su Tong reached out and pinched his leg.

He said, "I think I can do it."

"Dream on!" Doctor Liu glared at Su Tongban.

He carried the medicine box to the county town. The magistrate's son's health had almost recovered, and now the task was to find a girl who was a good match for him.

Arranging a ceremony for childbirth.

As long as the girl's belly grows up smoothly!

Dr. Liu felt a pang of envy as he thought of the death row inmates locked up in the prison.