The extreme scarcity of this medicine made Xi Xi's heart sink, and a deep sense of unease enveloped her.

She couldn't help but recall her past life, when her wound became infected and she had a high fever for three days and three nights.

The feeling of isolation and helplessness, and the physical torment she endured, is still deeply etched in her mind and is difficult to erase.

It's time to collect some medicinal herbs... Thinking this, Xi Xi gradually drifted off to sleep.

Chu Zhiqin was awakened by a rustling sound. Although the sound was not loud, it was particularly clear in the quiet carriage.

She groggily opened her eyes, and before her vision was fully focused, she saw Xi Xi holding a plaster in both hands, carefully peeling off the protective film.

"Don't move." Xi Xi noticed her mother was awake and instinctively spoke softly to stop her.

She gently rolled up her mother's sleeve and then slowly and carefully applied the plaster to the joint of Chu Zhiqin's arm, adjusting its position to ensure that it accurately covered the most painful area.

The moment the plaster touched her skin, a cool sensation instantly penetrated her skin, like a clear spring flowing over her, causing Chu Zhiqin's tightly furrowed brows to relax slightly.

"Mom, the injury on your arm seems to have worsened; it's all swollen. It might hurt a bit after you put the plaster on," Xi Xi gently instructed as she carefully pressed the plaster flat.

Then she continued, "Don't do any heavy work with this hand these next few days. You need to let the muscles rest fully."

Chu Zhiqin quietly watched her daughter's incredibly skilled movements and her calm face. Suddenly, an indescribable sorrow welled up in her heart, and she couldn't help but think of the past life experiences that Xi Xi had told her.

"Where did this ointment come from?" Chu Zhiqin took a deep breath, forcing back the tears that were about to spill from her eyes, and quickly looked up to look away, trying to cover up the turmoil in her heart by changing the subject.

Now it was Xi Xi's turn to choke up. She rubbed her forehead and said helplessly, "I drew it..."