A piece of Japanese incense

The wounds on Zhi Yihe and Yu Tuan caused by the dagger gradually fester, and Yu Tuan was in a coma and mumbling all day long. The best medicine was like a drop in the ocean.

At first, only the edges turned blue-black, but soon, the blue-black color spread to the surroundings, and yellow water began to seep out of the center, emitting a foul odor.

Zhi Yihe cut open the rotten flesh, and blue smoke rose from the tip of the knife. She had seen this kind of poison - "Bone-Eroding Mermaid Tears" - in a torn copy of "Records of Strange Stories from the South China Sea" in Wenyuan Pavilion. It was the poison used by Haichao City to execute traitors.

This poison will flow through the blood vessels until it reaches the heart...

However, in another book, "Strange Stories from the Sea of Darkness", she had seen a blurry hand-drawn illustration depicting a strange plant on the Ghost Island. It was twisted like a dragon, with several bright red, coral-shaped fruits on the top of its branches, and beads of blood condensed on the surface. Its essence might be able to cure the "Bone-Eroding Mermaid Tears".

The only way to reach Ghost Island was through Wangchao City. From the assassin who tried to kill her to the strange poison she was poisoned with, every sign pointed to this city. She had to go to Wangchao City.

When people in the coastal fishing villages and towns talk about Haichao City, they always speak in very low voices, as if a louder voice would bring about a catastrophic disaster.

Legend has it that it's a pirate den, a ghost town with no escape. Its walls are built of human bones, and its waters perpetually tinge with blood. Any person or ship that comes into contact with it vanishes, never to be seen again. Even if there were mountains of gold, the city's lord's infamy would be enough to deter even the most desperate.

Wangchao City is a tightly controlled city, but Zhi Yihe is lucky enough to learn that the wife of the Haichao City Lord is about to give birth. The baby is in a critical position, and the city's midwives are helpless. The Lord is furious and offers a large reward to recruit a midwife.

No one dared to respond, except Zhi Yihe.

Finally, the man stopped abruptly in front of a thick wooden door covered with copper nails and shark skin.

Inside the door, waves of heart-wrenching groans and screams penetrated the heavy door panels and hit the eardrums clearly.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a strong and indissoluble smell of blood mixed with sweat and the smell of a strange herb rushed out!

Several women in coarse clothes had pale faces and were holding copper basins. The water in the basins was a glaring scarlet red, and countless blood-stained cloths were scattered on the ground.

On the huge bed covered with thick animal skins in the center of the room, a figure was twisting and struggling in pain.

The two older women were sweating profusely, their eyes filled with fear and despair. They pressed her abdomen in vain, their voices tinged with tears: "Madam! Push harder! Try harder! My head...my head is stuck!"

The man in the leather vest pushed Zhi Yihe inside, his voice trembling with awe: "Hidden Po is here! Hurry!"

Zhi Yihe was immediately pushed and shoved to the bed by two women who were also covered in blood.

The screams of agony made Zhi Yihe's eardrums buzz. She forced herself to calm down and scanned the chaotic scene. "Hot water! Boiling hot! The more the better! Quick!" Zhi Yihe's voice suddenly rose. "Clean, fine white cotton cloths! Bring them all! And ginseng soup! Life-saving ginseng soup! Quick!"

Zhi Yihe's voice carried an authority that instantly suppressed the confusion. The women, as if finding a backbone, hurried to carry out the order.

"Ningning, seal the window tightly! No wind can get in!"

Zhi Yihe leaned over to check. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ting Zhu still frozen in place, holding the bundle, his eyes fixed on the figure writhing in pain on the bed.

Zhi Yihe's gaze then fell on the face of the woman who was struggling on the brink of life and death on the bed.