An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

The moment the wooden door creaked shut, she was already staring at the void that emerged in her consciousness—the operating room emitting a cold light reappeared, but on the suspended black interface, glaring red letters displayed an astronomical figure: five hundred thousand taels of silver.

This is five times the amount of money he used to save Xu Zize's life last time.

"Change!"

After saying that, Jing Chunxi put his arms around Aunt Zhou's skinny body without hesitation. The old woman was so light that it seemed as if only a bag of bones remained.

In the blink of an eye, they were in a space as bright as day, and in that pink room.

Smelling the stench coming from the nanny, she did not hesitate and gently laid the nanny flat on her clean bed.

Four rough men in black, I don't know if they are married or not. Even if they are, it is the wife who takes care of the housework. How can they take good care of Madam Zhou? It's good enough that she doesn't have feces and urine on her body.

Jing Chunxi wiped every inch of the nanny's skin with well water and regretted that he was late.

Nanny Zhou's wrinkled and bloodstained clothes had definitely not been changed for several days. The wound was oozing yellow-brown pus and blood, leaving a glaring stain on the snow-white mattress.

The pus and blood mixed with the stench of rotten flesh made her extremely sad and filled with guilt.

When the handkerchief, soaked with well water, touched the festering wound on Mammy's back, the rotting flesh, clinging to the cloth, was torn apart with a subtle "sizzling" sound. Jing Chunxi bit his lower lip, leaving a bloody mark. The taste of rust spread across his tongue, but he felt no pain at all.

Should have thought of it earlier—the thought gnawed at her heart like a poisonous snake.

If she had asked Prince Jing to take the risk and bring her into the palace when they entered the city, she could have stayed by the nanny's bedside when her high fever persisted, and the nanny would not have suffered so much.

The hideous wounds on the old man's hips and legs were covered in thick blood scabs, and the edges were still oozing with pale yellow tissue fluid, obviously they had not received timely treatment. Jing Chunxi dug his nails deep into his palms, and regret surged like a tide.

"Mammy, you'll be fine." Her voice was choked, but her hands moved decisively.

When the wet handkerchief wiped across the festering flesh, it brought up fine blood foam, and when the nanny turned over her body, the splint on her leg made a slight sound of dislocation.

The old woman only uttered two faint moans in pain, her breath as weak as a dying kitten. Jing Chunxi's tears fell on Mammy's sunken cheeks and flowed into her graying hair.

When she finished wiping, Jing Chunxi's skirt was soaked with sweat and well water, and was also stained with blood. The clothes stuck to her back and were freezing cold.

She quickly changed into light riding clothes and when she picked up the naked nanny, the old woman's ribs could be counted under her loose skin. She was as light as a dead leaf.

The metal door of the sterile room slid open silently, and the cold white light shone on the nanny's gray skin, making her look extremely pale and without a trace of blood.

Covering himself with the sterile sheet, Jing Chunxi looked around warily. The black box that had once displayed the exorbitant fee was now as silent as death, its smooth surface devoid of even a reflection.

On the low cabinet next to the bed, several glass medicine bottles were neatly arranged, and the words on the labels glowed coldly under the light.

No blood bags, no emergency equipment—five hundred thousand taels of silver in exchange for such a rudimentary setup. Jing Chunxi felt a surge of anger rising in his chest, but he suppressed it forcefully. Now was not the time to dwell on it.

She quickly scanned the labels on the medicine bottles: antipyretics, anti-inflammatories, analgesics, nutrient solutions... all basic medications. She neatly mixed the antipyretics and anti-inflammatories, both marked "1," and hung them on the IV stand, the glass bottles clinking with a crisp sound.

With the experience of treating Xu Zize last time, she accurately found the protruding vein on the back of Mammy's hand. When the needle penetrated, the old woman's skin, like dry bark, barely rebounded. Drop by drop, the liquid medicine fell, reflecting tiny fragments of light in the transparent tube.

Jing Chunxi breathed a sigh of relief and slumped onto a round metal stool, only then realizing how violently her legs were shaking. She tilted her head back and gulped down a few gulps of well water. The cool liquid slid down her burning throat, slightly easing her fatigue.

Mammy's eyes were still tightly closed, her slate-gray lashes casting tiny shadows on her cheekbones. Without delay, she reached for the bottles.

"Extreme Healing" was written in small cinnabar calligraphy. The moment she unscrewed the bottle cap, a familiar medicinal aroma filled her face—the same scent as the golden medicine she had used to save her grandfather after her rebirth.

The medicine bottle before him was as transparent as crystal, its walls so thin that the pale green ointment within was visible. The metal cap, lined with a strange gum seal, made a slight popping sound when pressed, and fitted so tightly that not even the slightest gap remained.

Jing Chunxi stroked the packaging that transcended this dynasty with his fingertips, and suddenly thought that he should let Xu Zize see this craftsmanship - it would definitely inspire him to develop gum.

The silvery metal and transparent glass complement each other under the light, making it look like a creation from another world.

Jing Chunxi's fingertips were covered with light blue ointment, which he carefully applied to the crisscrossing wounds on Nanny Zhou's back.

Some of the wounds had already scabbed over, with unhealthy purple-red edges; others were still oozing light yellow pus and emitting a foul smell of decay.

The moment the ointment touched the wound, Mammy's skinny body trembled slightly, and her fingers, like dead branches, unconsciously grasped the bed sheet.

Jing Chunxi held his breath and moved gently as if he was wiping a fragile piece of porcelain, for fear of hurting the weathered old man.

After painting the last whip mark, Jing Chunxi was already sweating profusely, and the loose hair on her forehead was stuck to her face with sweat. She took a deep breath, put her hands through the nanny's armpits, and used all her strength to turn the old woman's heavy body into a side-lying position.

The nanny's bones were so light that they hurt her hands. Her broken right leg made a slight "clicking" sound as it moved, which made Jing Chunxi's heart tremble.

After finally adjusting the posture, she gently turned the nanny's face to the outside and carefully raised the pillow so that the old woman could breathe more smoothly.

Looking up, Mammy's eyes were still closed, but her furrowed brow had relaxed, a hint of color appearing on her sallow face. The deep wrinkles seemed to have been smoothed out by some magical force, her chapped lips slightly parted, and her breathing became long and even.

Jing Chunxi noticed that the tense muscles in Nanny's shoulders and neck also relaxed. She looked like she had unloaded some heavy burden and was finally able to sleep peacefully.

The medicine must have worked.

She turned her head to look at the mysterious black square. The smooth surface glowed coldly under the shadowless light, but it was still lifeless, without even the faintest fluorescence.

Jing Chunxi felt a surge of anger in her chest. "Old Space Master, you're such a rip-off, aren't you?" She lowered her voice and gritted her teeth, her nails unconsciously digging into her palms. "Five hundred thousand taels of silver, and you can't even give me a bottle of bone-setting medicine?"

Her eyes fell on the crooked splint on Mammy's leg - the originally neatly bound fir board was now twisted and the gauze hung loosely, obviously messed up when it was turned over just now.

If the bones were dislocated again... the thought made her stomach twist.