The next morning, before dawn, Chen Chong arrived at Tian Yu's house first. After a simple breakfast, Tang Yuan settled Mao Rong in and put out some snacks. Chen Chong carried a bamboo basket and walked ahead, while Tian Yu followed behind with a small bamboo basket and Tang Yuan. To avoid suspicion, Tian Yu deliberately kept a distance from Chen Chong. When they reached the village entrance, the driver was already waiting under a big tree. Several people were also standing by the cart, presumably all going to the county town. After Tian Yu and the others arrived, paid their fares, and got into the cart, just as they were about to depart, a little girl, about the same age as Tang Yuan, ran from the village, calling out "Wait!" She must have been running too fast, because she tripped and fell just before reaching the cart. She quickly got up and ran to the driver, pleading, "Uncle Zhao, please wait a little longer, my brother will be here soon, please wait a little longer."

"No, everyone's waiting. You should ask someone else for help."

"Uncle Zhao, please wait a little longer."

“Children, it’s not that Uncle Zhao doesn’t want to give you a ride, but Uncle Zhao also has a family to support, and the people on this bus are waiting.”

"Uncle Zhao, please help us! My brother will be here soon. Please help us again."

"Why won't this child listen to advice? Get out of the way and don't delay Uncle Zhao's journey."

"Please, I beg you, my grandmother has fallen into a coma. The village doctor, Dr. Li, says he can't cure her and she needs to go to the city to see a doctor. Please, have mercy and help us again." As she spoke, the girl knelt down in front of the car and began to kowtow.

Tian Yu glanced at the other passengers. Two women lowered their heads and turned away, unwilling to look. An elderly woman, holding her grandson, shook her head and sighed. The middle-aged man sitting at the back of the carriage had his back to them, so his expression was unreadable. Tangyuan, the baby in his arms, gently tugged at Tian Yu's sleeve. Tian Yu looked down at Tangyuan and gently patted him. Then she looked at Chen Chong beside her. With a single glance, Chen Chong seemed to understand Tian Yu's meaning and nodded slightly. Seeing that the girl was still pleading, Tian Yu told the driver, Zhao, to wait a moment; they weren't in a hurry to get going. The driver shook his head helplessly, saying it wasn't that he didn't want to take them, but even taking them to the county town wouldn't matter. They simply didn't have the money for medical treatment, and he had already taken them several times this month.

As they were talking, a boy came running from the village path, carrying an old woman on his back. He would run a few steps, then bend down to rest before continuing. Finally, he reached the cart, put down the old woman and the little girl, and knelt before the cart, pleading with the driver, Zhao, to help them. Looking at the two children in front of the cart, Tian Yu remembered how Tang Yuan had looked when they first arrived—thin and emaciated, with a sallow complexion, just like them now, though thankfully they were much better. Seeing that the driver still wouldn't speak, Tian Yu and Chen Chong got out of the cart and said, "I'll pay for the round trip. Let's lift them into the cart."

"Alright, hurry up and thank your auntie," said Zhao, the coachman, as he got out of the car to the two children.

"Thank you, Auntie, thank you, Auntie." The two children knelt down again, turned to Tian Yu, and kowtowed to express their gratitude.

"These two children are so unfortunate. Their father died in the army, and their mother remarried. They're left with the old and the young. Aunt Zhao is also sick from overwork. I want to help, but I have a family to support too," Zhao the coachman explained, bowing to Tian Yu in gratitude.

"No need to thank me, get up quickly and help your grandma into the car." Tian Yu helped the two people up from the ground. She felt like she had seen this boy somewhere before. After thinking about it, she realized that he was one of the people who had been drinking water by the river last time.

Chen Chong and the coachman Zhao helped lift the unconscious old man onto the carriage. Once everything was settled, the coachman spurred the horse towards the county town. Upon entering the town, the others disembarked. Tian Yu quietly told Chen Chong to take Tianluo to the restaurant first; she and Tangyuan would take the man to the clinic and then come back to the restaurant to find him. Chen Chong, worried, wanted to go to the clinic with her, but Tian Yu said Tianluo would dry out and die without water. Seeing no other option, Chen Chong disembarked near the restaurant. Tian Yu instructed the coachman to go to the best clinic in the county. The coachman obeyed and drove the carriage north of the town, stopping outside a clinic called Xinglin Clinic. He then helped carry the old man inside. The waiter inside initially looked disgusted at the group of ragged people entering, but then… They were told the resident doctor wasn't there and to hurry and find another clinic so as not to waste time. The two children were anxious, and the girl started crying again. The coachman was still arguing with the waiter. Tian Yu looked around; the pharmacy was quite spacious, and it seemed to have a good selection of medicines. Someone came out from behind a screen, and Tian Yu knew the doctor must be there too. She shouted loudly, "Doctor! Doctor, help! Someone's going to die if you don't come out soon!" The waiter quickly stopped Tian Yu from speaking loudly and explained that the doctor really wasn't there. Tian Yu didn't believe her and shouted again, "Your clinic has a nice name, but what about the doctor? Don't you disgrace the name 'Xinglin' ​​(a type of traditional Chinese medicine)? Or did you just come up with this name without knowing the origin of 'Xinglin Chunnuan' (a name that evokes warmth and comfort in spring)?"

After waiting for a while, a sliding sound finally came out. A pale-faced scholar in a wooden wheelchair emerged. He didn't look like a doctor; he looked more like a patient. His face was so white it was almost transparent, and you could see the veins under his skin. His features were handsome, though. If it weren't for the heroic air between his brows and his men's attire, he would have looked more like a woman. The waiter was very excited to see him come out and rushed forward to push the wheelchair, scolding, "Young master, why did you come out? Didn't you say you could only see patients inside? Go back inside quickly. I'll take care of these people in a bit."

"No need, just push me over to take a look." Even her voice was clear and pleasant.

"Young master, Madam instructed that you are not allowed to make house calls, but you have already treated several patients today. If Madam finds out, I won't be able to explain it to her. Master will be back soon, so please go inside!" the waiter said.

"It's alright, I'll explain everything to my mother later. You won't be punished. Push me over there, the patient is more important."

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